Elven Reaper

The Lion Army under Feng Long has about three to four thousand soldiers. At this moment, the dead soul cultivator is like a flexible fish, walking between the soldiers.

Everywhere he passed, there would be a loud banging sound, and several corpses would be left behind.

These corpses will quickly be converted into new undead puppets, and in this vicious cycle, this lion army will suffer heavy casualties for a while.

At the same time, the morale of the soldiers of the Lion Army gradually began to weaken, because they might have been fighting alongside them a second ago and could give their backs to their comrades.

The next second, he may have become a life-or-death enemy.

Everyone will have a mental breakdown.

Akto sighed while looking at the miserable situation in the camp next door. When he met such a leader, he really didn't feel worthy for the soldiers of the Lion Army.

At the same time, his Moye Sword did not stop, and the silver light flashed, piercing several large holes back and forth in the chest of an eighth-level undead puppet warrior.

The speed of Mo Xie's sword was so fast that the eighth-level warrior's sword was already weak as soon as he raised it.

Then, the eighth-level warrior turned into a pair of gray-white skeletons and piled on the ground.

Akto took a look, and there seemed to be quite a few of the Light Army under his command.

Chief Priest Milly started a new round of magical spells. Just like last time, this time it was multiple magical spells.

Blessings of Courage.

The blade of transformation.

God's protection.

Purification.

Light filtering.

After a large-scale series of magical spells were released, the high priest Milly also looked a little tired and her face was a little unnatural.

The series of magical spells she cast, including light filtering and purification, all have the effect of curing the injuries of the undead.

White light floated, and the wounds of some soldiers injured by the undead puppets were filled with the black air of death. Under the illumination of this magical technique, a burst of white smoke immediately emitted from the wounds, the death air was purified, and the wounds immediately recovered. Bright red color.

But with the entry of high-level undead puppets, besides Fenglong, there are also casualties of varying degrees on other positions.

The wounds on the bodies of the dead Light Army and Lion Army could not be purified no matter what. They had just turned into corpses, and after a moment the death aura lingered on their bodies, they immediately opened their gray eyes and turned into new corpses. Spirit puppet.

The reason why the Holy War of Light is difficult to fight is because the undead army has mountains and seas of soldiers. If you kill one piece, there will be a steady stream of undead creatures to replenish it.

But on the human side, once a person dies, they will be quickly infected by the death energy and become a new undead puppet.

If one is not handled well, the undead puppet will turn into two, two into four, and four into eight. It is like a prairie fire, spreading extremely quickly and being very difficult to control.

It was not uncommon for an undead to cause the annihilation of an entire army.

Although there were casualties in various military formations, they were not many and they were still under control.

Of course, the most serious casualties were the positions guarded by more than a dozen giant dragons.

Dragons naturally despise all non-dragon races. Although they were invited for support, in their eyes, there is no difference between humans and undead creatures.

They are all "humble ants, weak reptiles", and they are all things with very humble fates, so even if the fresh troops in the camp turn into undead puppets, they don't care.

In their eyes, even if the situation goes out of control and the "great" dragon clan flaps its wings and flies into the air, it is nothing.

Even the humble human beings all died and turned into undead puppets, and there was no fluctuation in their hearts.

Akto has been guarding his position with all his heart and dare not relax for a moment.

He wielded the Moye Sword and penetrated and attacked the high-level undead puppets within the range of his perception.

At the same time, Akto's magic has not stopped. He has been observing the battle situation from the air. If he sees where the defensive pressure is high, he will provide support at any time to help relieve the pressure.

Thanks to Akto's dedicated efforts, miraculously, not a single person in his position has been killed so far.

On the Fenglong side, the undead cultivators were still wreaking havoc.

The Lion Army over there had already suffered more than half of its casualties. The school officer was still begging Fenglong to take action to kill the high-level undead warrior.

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Emperor Ryan and General Lance had also noticed Fenglong's position for a long time. A ninth-level undead warrior seemed to have entered an uninhabited land, causing great harm to the position.

Seeing the golden-armored figures being transformed into undead creatures, General Lance couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty, I think it is necessary to remind Mr. Fenglong that a level nine undead warrior appeared on his position."

"He should kill the level nine undead warriors first to avoid casualties as much as possible. This is a principle that all new recruits understand."

Although General Lance is a member of the royal family, he is of extremely noble origin. But he also came from a military background, and he felt quite heartbroken that the Lion Army he had trained was wasted in vain.

At the same time, his two sentences also conveyed his dissatisfaction with Feng Long for not doing human affairs.

Ryan had a calm expression on his young face and said softly: "It's okay. Since Mr. Fenglong can come all the way from Dragon Island, he must have his own ideas. Let him go."

Looking at the innocent slaughter of the Lion Army, Lance sighed, and then said: "I'm going to kill that ninth-level undead warrior."

After saying that, he took a step to leave.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Ryan stopped him with a wave of his hand: "General Lance, dragons are born with pride. You rush to Fenglong's territory like this, as if you are saying that Fenglong is incompetent. This will make Sir Fenglong unhappy." .”

Lance sighed again, turned back, and still stood quietly behind Ryan.

But the next moment, what Feng Long did made Lance dumbfounded.

Feng Long glanced sideways at the pleading school officer, and actually made an incredible move.

The wind dragon actually turned around, and sprayed the pleading school officer with a burst of dragon breath to pieces. Then he turned the faucet and turned back to spray to death all the Lions who had suffered more than half of their casualties, dead or alive.

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"Your Majesty" Lance frowned, looking very unhappy.

As a soldier, Lance showed sufficient anger at the act of defecting in front of the battle and massacring his own people.

Ryan chuckled lightly and took off the white gloves on his hands: "Let him go, don't worry about it, General Lance."

Ryan looked up at the battlefield and said nothing.

Lance could only shake his head, took a few steps forward, and shouted loudly: "Is the Falling Cannon fully charged?"

"Report to the general, charging has been completed"

"Hit" Lance issued the order casually.

"As ordered, General."

The heavy white-lighting shells of the Falling God Cannon flew, hitting the undead tide in the back row heavily.