Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

As Silvermoon City gets closer and closer, the undead creatures pouring in around it gradually transform from the messy and unorganized cannon fodder undead into the regular troops of the Scourge under the protection of the Lich King.

Even though there are still not many humanoid undead in these regular troops, those undead composed of giant beast skeleton corpses already possess commendable power.

And death and passing finally appeared in the formation of the Legion of Light, which had been charging smoothly before.

He grabbed a huge undead bear next to him as a shield and resisted seven or eight Holy Light Cannons. Half of his body was eroded by the Holy Light and black smoke was emitted, but he was still unharmed by the official mid-level Abomination.

, ran forward suddenly, and threw a steam tank of dozens of tons from the ground, which was trying to avoid it.

"brush!"

Except for the dark green inhuman light flashing in the pupils, shrouded in body armor, a real-life death knight held the frost rune sword high and jumped out from behind the abomination on a skeleton horse.

With the blessing of the power of the undead, a huge dark blue corrosive energy blade nearly five meters long was generated from the end of the Frost Rune Sword in a short time, and it was slashed out with a wave of the hand.

"Boom!"

The front armor of the steam Holy Cross tank that was forcibly thrown from the ground made a huge noise after colliding with the huge energy blade, and fell to the ground, sputtering countless smoke and dust.

In the cabin of the twisted steam tank that had been bombarded by the full force of the high-level death knight, the twisted corpses of the lookout and gunner were already cold, and their heroic souls had returned to the holy Kabbalah heaven along the channel of faith.

Believers of the holy Yahweh have no soul fire remaining in their bodies after death, and naturally cannot be revived and utilized by the Lich King's necromancy magic.

"Damn it!"

The dwarf commander, who was in the driving seat, which was the strongest in the cabin and had a relatively intact structure, had a huge wound gushing blood on his forehead. Knowing that he was in a desperate situation, he let out a final roar unwillingly.

"O Holy Yahweh! May victory be to the empire!"

He stretched out his trembling right hand, opened the red cover next to the keyhole in front of the driver's seat, then took off the Holy Cross badge from his chest, and said his last prayer before his death.

Then, he aimed at the mark in the red lid and pressed it hard.

"Destroy it, damn undead!"

In an instant, all the light on the medium-sized holy light crystal that was still bright in the deformed and twisted steam tank shrunk toward the center, and then suddenly burst out.

Immediately after the ear-piercing explosion sound, the dazzling Holy Light Crystal activated the high-cylinder power furnace with its final full force overload. After the explosion of the power furnace, the broken tank body evaporated more energy than the constant sun in the sky.

The brilliant and holy light will drown the hatred and death knights chasing after the life breath of the dwarf commander...

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Countless wooden shields made of trees were held flat, and tall ape-like zombies walked at the forefront.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

They responded to the roaring skeletal necromancer's undead horn spell behind them, and marched towards the Army of Light across the mountains and plains at a relatively neat pace.

"Launch, don't stop!"

Amidst the roars of the low-level paladin officers, all the Legion of Light soldiers under Holy Cross leather helmets kept firing the holy light rays in their hands.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and huge undead crypt lords fiercely broke out of the ground directly from the center of the formation of the Army of Light on the ground, leaving behind huge clouds of smoke and dust.

These behemoths who used to live in the Spider Kingdom on the glacier continent, the undead energy on their carapace was like fire meeting rain, and it fiercely conflicted with the permeating holy light energy in the Army of Light's formation.

Although these dead undead bugs are illuminated by the strong holy light in the military formation, they will be purified into ashes within a few minutes.

But before they died, they still tried to forcefully open their ferocious mouths, frantically trying to devour the human warriors surrounding them.

"Careful! Chris!"

A Lancer of the Army of Light who was raising the spear of light in his hand and focusing on shooting at the undead beasts rushing towards the outside world was pushed to the left by his comrades and fell to the ground.

"Oh no!

Chris, who was suddenly pushed to the ground, was filled with grief and anger as he looked at his comrade who had pushed him to the ground, and was caught in the air by the right pincer of a Crypt Lord that rushed out from the ground.

"Private Chris, tactical move No. 12!"

At this time, the voice of the paladin captain of his squadron came to his ears.

After a long period of training, Chris reflexively obeyed his commander's command, turned over and half-knelt on the ground, and raised his spear horizontally with both hands.

Then, he felt the spear he raised with both arms suddenly sink. He saw the paladin squadron leader's body boiling with eye-catching white-gold holy flames of judgment, charging from a distance, and then using the spear in Chris's hand as a force.

Click, kick off the ground and jump up suddenly.

The bright holy light ignited from the paladin's sword blade, and a several-meter-long slash of holy light struck out as the paladin captain swung, cutting off the crypt lord's right hand holding the soldier, and at the critical moment.

On this occasion, Chris's comrades were rescued.

The tall red flag of the Holy Cross is filled with undulating smoke, the roaring and mourning crypt lord, the insect limbs spurting black rotten blood, the surviving warriors of the Legion of Light, and the panting paladin who fell to the ground.

Sir, together they formed a vivid and exciting battlefield scene...

In terms of natural disasters, the appearance of the Crypt Lords slightly disrupted the progress of some Legion of Light warriors.

However, the top leaders of the Holy Arathor Empire and the Holy Cross Church are not without countermeasures.

"Anub'Rekan, my friend!"

Beneath the ground where the Army of Light advanced, there were countless long underground tunnels.

"We need your help now!"

The majestic voice of His Majesty the Holy Emperor Karen appeared in the mind of the beetle general Anub'rakan, who was still excavating and who was relying on the Holy Yahweh.

"I am happy to serve you, Your Majesty!"

This huge and unparalleled former general of the Spider Kingdom, with the light of the Holy Cross flashing on its carapace illuminating the surrounding caves, stopped the movements of his hands and solemnly responded in his mind.

The next moment, Anub'Rekan's persevering mental instructions were sent to every crypt beetle through the unique insect swarm communication network of the spider insect tribe.

"Remnants of the Spider, it's time to show our loyalty to the Most High God!"

"Go forward! Destroy the tunnels dug by those undead compatriots!"

"Protect our parishioners in the ground attack!"

"Yes! General!"

All the crypt beetles who received the order silently made a holy cross on their chests with their forelimbs and responded in unison!

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"No one, no living thing!"

Silvermoon City was once luxurious and magnificent, but now only the broken limbs and broken beams remain on the Sun Chaser city wall.

"The power that can withstand the Scourge!"

Ner'zhul's figure wrapped in eternal ice crystals, guarded by four high-level abominations in the center, let out a dark and deep voice.

Behind it, the great lichs shrouded in black robes one after another stood in a conspicuous array with a hexagram pattern.

Extremely dense black-gray necromantic energy emerged from the surrounding void and poured into the conspicuous magic circle behind the Lich King.

The unique green light of the soul fire of the official rank was ignited one after another from the center of the circle.

Although Lich King Ner'zhul's plan to resurrect the high-end heroic-level undead of the high elves was interrupted, these hundreds of thousands of official-level high elven corpses that were once left in Silvermoon City are still an extremely huge force.

The power of.

"For the Lich King!"

"The living soul decays, the dead soul is eternal!"

Under the collective efforts of nearly three-digit hero-level lichs to cast spells, these high elves who had resisted natural disasters roared declarations of natural disasters, and in a very short period of time, they revived and became elites that were no less powerful than they were during their lifetimes.

Undead creatures.

"Let all abominations and death knights follow me to attack!"

The Lich King Ner'zhul, who stood at the highest point of the city wall and looked far away, stared at the approaching and approaching huge holy aura in the distance that disgusted him, and calmly issued the order.

It understands that the undead cannon fodder and some so-called natural disaster regular troops currently attacking the Legion of Light with all their strength can still only cause some minor troubles to the invading Legion of Light.

In the Army of Light, there are as many as three auras of legendary powerful men that shine like stars in the sky.

Although they are far from its own opponents, the elite undead under its command alone are not enough to destroy an army led by such a powerful enemy.

"According to your will, your great Majesty!"

The death knights, who looked like real people in bright armor, held rune swords and mounted their skeleton horses.

"Ouch!" "Ouch!"

Hatred, several people tall, roared loudly and walked to the front of the elite undead battle formation.

The great lichs who had resurrected hundreds of thousands of high elves also came together behind Ner'zhul and floated in a row solemnly.

Below the Silver Moon City, countless undead elites stood in neat square formations, completely different from the cannon fodder of the invading Light Legion. They raised their weapons high and let out a silent shout in the direction of the invading light.

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