Perro, Lord of Light, Kargos, Lord of War, Safras, God of Prophecy...... The names that were once glorious have finally disappeared without a trace and disappeared into the long river of history, replaced by Loshanda, the god of morning light, Tyr, the god of justice, and Tampas, the god of war.

They were either once gods of a powerful god, or they were later in power and took over the broken priesthood left over from the fall of the powerful god, and thus rose to become new gods.

The twists and turns of this are inevitably filled with calculations, intrigues and betrayals.

Many scholars of history assert that the fall of the great Lord of Radiance was the work of his godly Lossanda at the time. Originally, Losanda was only the god of dawn, but after absorbing some of the priesthood left after the fall of the Lord of Light, he became the current god of morning light, and also became the head of the three most powerful churches in the Crane Continent.

And the Temple of Justice, which deals with young mages today, is an ancient church that has been handed down from ancient times. Tyr, the god of justice, is also the only ancient god among the three churches.

For this kind of ancient church that has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, Li Xun has always held a certain admiration.

"Humans, spirits, ghosts, and spirits", a god who has survived for tens of thousands of years, no matter how important it is, it is not too much to attach importance to it.

Looking at the generous and tragic scenes that happened on Half Moon Island, the young mage couldn't help but sigh at the insignificance and greatness of human beings. A person may be small and can be easily obliterated by some powerful being, but he is also great. Because he is able to influence a large number of people with his actions, bring together equally small people, and render the glory belonging to mankind with a poignant and sad heroism.

Time passed slowly in Li Xun's leisurely contemplation, and the distant sky finally revealed a glimmer of light.

Dawn has come!

Although it was only a faint light, in this completely muddled battlefield, it was like a peerless divine weapon, and a sword split through the pitch-black battlefield. It paused for a moment before resuming the fight to the death.

Kill...... Kill...... Kill......

Endless killing, endless enemies.

The arm has long been numb to the point that it doesn't feel anything, just mechanically blocking, slashing, and ramming, and the undead in front of him have changed batch after batch, and it seems that there will never end. The body was splattered with foul and filthy viscous black blood, which had also coagulated and hardened into a thick blood crust, which would flutter with each vigorous movement until a new layer of plasma was pasted again.

The splendor of the magic on his body had long since disappeared, and even the chain mail carefully built by the church had been broken in half, and the wounds were all over the body, and it was impossible to find them one by one. Most of these wounds were black and blue, and the corpse poison and yin poison attached to them made their bodies no longer able to rotate as flexibly as before. But that still didn't stop them from swinging their weapons at the damned undead.

The blade of the longsword has curled and collapsed, and it can no longer cut through the tough skin of the zombie and licking the eater, so it is swung as an iron bar. The heavy mace was covered with sticky, foul-smelling black blood, and it slipped as it swung it, ripping the strip of cloth from its body and tying it firmly with its big hands.

Without the sense of justice to eradicate the evil spirits, and without the honor of eradicating the undead, all that remains in their hearts is endless killing. Kill all the enemies, and they will live. Even if they are about to die in battle the next moment, they will swing their weapons at the enemy in front of them at this moment.

They'd rather die in battle than be as ugly as those zombies!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only all kinds of terrible sounds in this world that people just wanted to hide their ears to.

Time flies slowly, but what is due will come.

When the first rays of the morning sun pierced the thick clouds, pierced the hazy sea fog, and projected a trace of their own warmth onto this ugly world, it was all over.

The undead have finally retreated!

As the warm sunlight shone over the crescent moon, the last staggering figure had just disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in the distance.

The corpse-strewn human camp is like a forgotten land frozen in amber, even if the war has passed, there is no trace of popularity, let alone half of the living people.

Viewed from above, the remains of the undead are stacked in several places. One was the barracks that was blocking the entrance to the camp, where the corpses were stacked on top of each other, almost becoming a disgusting mountain of corpses. The other is located in a tent in the center of the camp. There, a circular wall of corpses is covered, mostly zombies, lickers, and occasionally humans.

However, the area where each human remains are located is a small battlefield. The various undead creatures that have fallen around him in a miserable state form a static picture that makes people's eyes stagnate.

Among the fallen humans were mercenaries, ecclesiastical knights, and priests in soft robes, but the most impressive were the high-ranking knights and priests. They were almost overwhelmed by the corpses of the undead, and the undead who fell beside them were especially ugly and ferocious.

But this qiē is a thing of the past.

No matter how fierce and ugly the undead are, once their heads are shattered and their soul fire is dispersed, they can only turn into an ignorant and ignorant rancid corpse.

Probably the only person in the entire human camp who was a little angry was the High Priest Heyman, who sat quietly in front of the tent.

The once exquisite and gorgeous priest's robe had been infected with heavy blood scabs, and the scepter held tightly in his hand had been bent due to too much force, and even the white crystal at the head of the scepter had been reduced to powder. The righteous scriptures held in his bosom were also stained with large stains, and the corners were brimmed with copper and left the lickers to dry up.

Grand Priest sat quietly on the rattan chair, his body bent and his head bowed, even though the warm sun shone on him, there was not the slightest movement.

A violent dry cough suddenly sounded in the desolate field, breaking the deathly silence just now.

There was a slight wriggling of the corpse pile, and as the high pile of corpses continued to roll down, a bloody man who could not tell his age or occupation could crawl out of it.

When he stumbled out of the pile of corpses, he tried to stand up straight in the field, and all he saw was the mess and strange-shaped corpses all over the ground.

"It's done! Lord has become a ......."

Two gray-haired scholars threw the tent door open and rushed out of the tent with shouts of excitement on their faces. But before they could tell the good news to the people, they were completely shocked by the bleak and tragic scene in front of them.

Priest Bowen, who had been completely covered with the stench and filthy blood, dragged his tired and sour body and swayed to the Priest, and whispered a few times, but did not receive a response for a long time. After careful examination, it was confirmed that the Great Priest of had returned to the realm of God.

Grand Priest Hayman died of the exhaustion of Yan Zòng's divine power. At the last moment of the battle, if it weren't for the fact that the Great Priest of desperately squeezed the magic power in his body, and broke out several large-scale protection auras and protection against evil, only the remaining few exhausted priests and knights would not have been able to hold on to the last moment.

"Lord Bowen, the space marker has been completed. Look ......," the two scholars asked hesitantly.

"Activate now. The undead are only temporarily retreating, and must teleport before they pounce again! Officer Bowen swept across the audience with a gloomy expression and commanded categorically.

Half an hour later, as a grand spatial ripple continued to turbulent, a dazzling teleportation light shone inside the small tent.

As soon as the tent door was opened, a series of tall and broad figures walked out of the tent with firm and powerful steps, followed by an old man in a cloth robe with short tan hair, a simple and tough face, and a tall and strong body.

Despite his mental preparations, Archbishop Van Clees's heart sank when the magnificent and brutal scene outside the tent came into view. In his vast and vast spiritual power perception, there were only a few fire of life that could be detected by the huge camp.

"There...... There...... And there! ”

With a few points from Archbishop Van Cleese, several of the big knights who followed him quickly rushed out, and soon pulled out three survivors who still had a trace of life from the pile of corpses that were stacked together, two priests and a mid-level knight.

The Bishop, who came with the team, submerged into the bodies of the three of them with a series of skillful divine techniques, and quickly stabilized their injuries, and even the faint breath that was dying became a little thicker.

In addition to Archbishop Van Cress, there were two bishops, two high knights, and four high knights. With such a huge lineup, as long as you don't encounter a legendary-level character, you can completely crush a treacherous person.

Therefore, the team did not stop at the camp. Leaving a high-ranking knight to take care of the wounded in the field, collecting the corpses of the deceased, the rest rose straight up, followed the heavy undead aura, and went straight to the center of Half Moon Island.

Since the advance team paid such a huge price in the early stage, these casualties can only be compensated for from the enemy.

A quarter of an hour later, the group of eight had reached the edge of the illusion barrier.

The same illusion enchantment can hide from a mid-level knight, but it can't hide from an archbishop of level 20. Looking at the illusion enchantment in front of him, a nameless anger surged into Van Crays's heart.

It was just a spear of light transformed by extremely simple holy power, and it easily broke this illusion barrier that only had a concealing effect. As a result, a castle of the dead with a flood of corpses was once again presented to everyone.

It is slightly different from the last time I saw the castle of the dead through the alchemy props, and the castle of the undead at this moment lives up to its name.

Hordes of rotting zombies fill the dark swamps, alongside a massive skeletal skeletal corpse in the foul and filthy sludge, revealing only ugly, twisted heads and jungle-dense black arms, waiting for enemies to invade their territory.

Countless ghosts and resentful spirits hovered over the castle of the dead in the distance, emitting an eerie howl that shook the sky. Their bodies are already ethereal, and they are constantly shuttling under the low and gloomy dark clouds, and it is difficult for ordinary people to avoid their swooping and sneak attacks.

On the low walls of the castle of the dead, there are large groups of vampires and ghouls, and they look like they are planning to defend the city.

But these are not the main concerns of Archbishop Van Crays. After experiencing the last war against the undead, and witnessing the tide of millions or even tens of millions of undead, this little fight in front of him can no longer shake his heart.

At this moment, what he really cared about was the evil aura located in the castle of the dead.

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