Once you show your head, you’ll be instantly targeted and taken down, unable to make a substantial impact on the battlefield.
It seems like a blazing fire, but it hasn’t inflicted any fatal damage on Weilu City.
What’s worse, the soul energy from the fallen undead is all collected by Lear to enhance the army’s combat power.
In the battle, Weilu City grows stronger, and the undead’s attack not only isn’t a burden but seems like a gift instead.
With Lear personally overseeing the battle and his senses fully open, if any troops get injured, he imdiately provides healing.
He revives his wounded subordinates.
And staying in the swamp, he can freely call upon the area’s power without any worries about running out of magic power.
Under his strong support, the army is like having an infinite health cheat code.
Even Lear can’t figure out what these undead could use to win.
The moon in the sky gradually dimd, with its light fading, and everything around plunged into complete darkness.
After the moon sets, before the sun rises... this is the darkest ti of the world.
Yet the battle continues, with the number of Cold-blooded Cavalry promoted to Level 12 already exceeding 12 squadrons.
The gains of this war are now showing in the most direct way.
Just then, roar~ a deep bellow echoes from afar.
Soon, they see the chanical Flying Dragon and 10 Bone Dragons approaching the main battlefield of Weilu City, locked in a fierce fight.
At this mont, the tallic shell on the chanical Flying Dragon’s body is cracking extensively, like a mirror shattered on the ground, seemingly about to shatter completely in the next mont.
And those Bone Dragons fare no better, with significant skeletal damage.
So have even had their wings broken, awkwardly hanging there, relying solely on soul energy and magic to drive their bodies.
The Level 16 chanical Flying Dragon, battling 10 Level 17 Bone Dragons for hours, achieved such staggering results, which is enough to turn heads.
Moreover, each dragon is a hero unit, Bone Dragons included!
There is no template overpowering.
The battle draws them into the air, fighting alongside Gargoyles and Deserted Tomb Guards.
The situation becos even more chaotic.
At that mont.
Boom~ a lightning bolt strikes down.
The sky seems pierced by a sharp blade, revealing a distinct crack.
A furious necromantic aura surges forth.
Roar~
Roars echo from the crack, sending chills down one’s spine with the terrifying presence.
In the next second, Bone Dragons with bone wings, their bodies consisting entirely of bones, erge from the crack, their hollow eyes burning with the fire of the soul.
Another 10 of them!
In small battles, even a single Level 17 Bone Dragon can change the tide!
But now, there are as many as 20!
The undead are clearly not holding back.
Yet before the Bone Dragons have ti to wreak havoc, 7 Level 15 Great Demons from Weilu City assertively take to the skies, blocking their path.
At the sa ti, the headless Flesh Butcher stands on a Great Demon’s shoulder, facing the enemy together.
In terms of high-tier combat power, Weilu City is not inferior.
Though their levels might not surpass their enemies, their actual combat strength is certainly not weak, plus they have a healer with infinite magic power... there’s nothing to fear.
Just as Lear thought those Bone Dragons would launch an attack, another Bone Dragon slowly erged from the crack in the sky.
What’s different is that on its skull rides a figure covered in a black robe.
The hollow eyes burn with azure flas.
The aura it exudes feels like a colossal beast from the abyss has crawled out of the main plane, giving a strong sense of oppression even when standing still.
The Gargoyles in the sky first sensed this aura, imdiately becoming visibly savage.
They ferociously attack the chanical Flying Dragon and Deserted Tomb Guards with terrifying posture.
The war’s orchestrator, the master of Black Death City, a Level 17 creature returning from the Undead Plane— the Bone Dragon Lich!
This key figure has finally, finally... entered the swamp!
Lear’s spirit invigorated.
The big fish... has taken the bait!
The Bone Dragon Lich gazes at the battlefield without any headway, with its soul fire flickering.
Its gaze penetrates the battlefield and lands on the master of this swamp.
The human lord, with a young face and an extraordinary heroic aura, seems insignificant compared to massive beings like Bone Dragons.
But his presence shines like the moon in the night sky, outshining the countless stars.
Dazzling and striking.
"Human, you’ve halted my army; you must be feeling quite pleased, right?"
"But do you know..."
A faint voice resonates across the entire battlefield, catching the eye of Weilu City residents peering through vines to see the situation.
But before the Bone Dragon Lich finishes speaking, Lear interrupts directly.
"Pathetic undead, no different from gutter rats or swamp maggots."
"Is killing you really that difficult?"
"Pleased... you’re not even worthy."
The calm, indifferent words, as if rely stating facts, choke the Bone Dragon Lich.
A surge of anger boils up.
"Wretched human scum... did you think sending so many troops to their deaths was for nothing?!"
"Your city is already teeming with skeletons!"
"The soul energy from all fallen undead will ignite your fiery doom!"
The angry tone carries a hint of satisfaction.
Oh, you like to talk? Once I burn your territory to the ground, I’d love to see what you still have to retort with?!
The Bone Dragon Lich extends his hands from the long robe in resentnt.
Grayish-brown, dry hands resembling mummified corpses swiftly gather surrounding magic, unleashing necromantic energy.
On the ground, countless undead suddenly freeze, and their soul fires start flickering wildly, drifting toward the Bone Dragon Lich.
They seem just a mont away from being extracted.
Simultaneously, the corpses of the freshly fallen undead levitate into the sky.
Then, boom~ like doused in gasoline, they instantly ignite.
The azure death flas blaze upon their bones.
In an instant, hundreds of skulls ascending skyward burst into flas, forming countless tiny fla sources.
"The dead... turn to flas and burn everything!!"
The Bone Dragon Lich’s roaring voice fills the sky.
The surging necromantic energy begins covering the ground, preparing to summon all those sunken into the swamp.
Seeing this, Lear’s expression becos extraordinarily animated.
Oh dear, you waited so long just to use the fallen Skeleton Warriors for a big move?
He turns to look at the Land of Crimson Rot and falls into silence.
Uh... you might not know, but I turned your big move’s materials into mush.
Maybe send a few more thousand skeletons?
Otherwise, making such a big deal for a few hundred small torches is quite embarrassing indeed.
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