The Rise of the Cemetery

The ghosts and resentful souls swarming down are like a thick cloud, with ear-piercing screams, pressing down with overwhelming momentum.

Seven priests had already been ordered to wait around the group of priests. Facing the terrifying ghost cloud that was coming from the top, they didn't panic at all, and began to sing pious prayers praising the God of Justice at the same time, and then a hemispherical transparent mask surrounded them and their surroundings.

In the "Holy Glory" enchantment that they jointly cast, there is no place for the slightest bit of evil aura.

As soon as the vanguard of the ghost army rushed into the range covered by the "sacred glory" barrier, milky white holy light continued to emerge from the ugly and twisted blurred figures of each spirit body. This kind of holy attack that directly ate away their cores made the spirit bodies unable to dodge. They could only turn around and rush back with howls. Unfortunately, they were incinerated before they ran out of the barrier range, and finally turned into ashes and scattered down.

The sacred barrier of glory is like a large burning torch, continuously incinerating all the evil people who break into it, and at the same time illuminating the sky.

High in the sky, a large number of ghosts and resentful souls are circling and flying but never dare to fall down easily. Under the gloomy night background, a beautiful island night scene has been transformed into a ghost with pupils.

Priest Heyman was neatly dressed and sat on a simple wooden chair, with the small tent behind him. And under the dim light in the tent, a few gray-haired scholars were lying on the parchment to write and draw without distraction, and from time to time they would circle around a small one-meter-square area to verify their spells. wearing something.

The work of the scholars cannot be disturbed, so Priest Heyman decided to lead two high-ranking knights to guard him. The ghosts and resentful souls circling in the sky saw that they could not directly attack the priests, so the bee swarm turned around and began to scream down towards the tent.

Priest Heiman stood up unhurriedly, without a trace of expression on his calm and simple old face, silently waiting for the ghost cloud to rush to a distance of 10 meters above his head before raising the delicate power in his right hand stick.

When it was first lifted, the scepter was still inconspicuous. But when it was lifted to the top of the head, the clear white crystal on the top of the scepter suddenly emitted a blinding white light. Under the pressure of the pitch-black, moonless cloud cover, these thousands of white rays of light are particularly dazzling, making it impossible to look directly at.

Even human beings are like this, and those spirit creatures who are extremely afraid of strong light are even more unbearable.

The undead creatures illuminated by that light seemed to be splashed with strong acid, and white smoke rose from the skin, creaking. They twisted their bodies violently and howled in pain.

The phantom pupils that were originally dense like a cloud immediately let out a mournful wail, and the entire attacking formation was pierced by the white light. The spirit bodies, who had obviously lost their way, were like bees that had exploded in their nest, rushing in mid-air, bewildered and at a loss. And the front end of the cloud was obviously melted down a large piece.

Two high-ranking knights with distinctive armor stood in front of High Priest Heyman, and all the spirit bodies that rushed over could not withstand the attack of the magic weapons in their hands. The three of them alone guarded this area as firmly as Mount Tai, and there was not a single spirit body that could jump half a step into the thunder pool.

The sacred scepter in the hands of the great priest Haiman was like a lighthouse that illuminated the sky and the earth, and it took half a cup of tea before the light gradually disappeared. The white crystal on the top of the scepter has become dim and dull, and it no longer has the divine aura that was previously shining.

However, in the time of half a cup of tea, the number of spirit bodies hovering in the sky has decreased by 30%, which shows the sharpness of the attack of the sacred light in the whole region just now. At the front of the fortress that was affected by the light, many undead creatures fell silently, which also gave the human warriors who were under increasing pressure a rare opportunity to rest.

However, Archbishop Heyman's sharp blow obviously angered the main messenger hidden behind the undead creatures. When the light faded, more undead creatures also rushed up, including many elite undead figures.

"Boom..."

Continuous dull loud noises came out, and the heavy wooden boxes that made up the camp splashed, with cracks everywhere, and some unreinforced ones flew out directly, revealing several tall and burly figures in the darkness.

With the help of the blazing bonfire and the radiance of divine magic on their bodies, the church knights standing on the front line were horrified to discover that these undead creatures that staggered across the gap in the camp were indeed skeleton generals with thick bones and stalwart stature.

As a skeleton general who broke away from the identity of a low-level undead creature, this kind of skeleton undead has almost reached the extreme of its own species. Tall, strong and hard as iron huge bones, bony spurs on the elbows, knees, shoulder blades, and back, the terrifying bone sword bone shield refined in the most evil and bloody way, and the enormous strength brought about by the huge size. All these outlined the hideous appearance of a peerless butcher.

Although he was already very familiar with this specially concocted killing machine, being face to face with this 4-meter-high behemoth still made several high-ranking knights supporting the frontline battlefield shudder.

Several priests in the rear saw such hideous and terrifying undead rushing into the camp, and they no longer cared about the request of the great priest to save the magic arts. The body of the undead shines.

"Flame Strike", "Light of Flame", "Holy Word"...

Although the skeleton general can be classified as a high-level undead, its starting point is still the weakest skeleton. Even after multiple treatments and transformations, the crystal bones have been tempered to the point where they are hard to hurt by swords, but they still haven't improved much magic resistance, let alone the magic spell that specifically restrains the undead.

In the brilliant brilliance of divine magic, the few skeleton generals who rushed to the forefront finally collapsed and returned to the dust again. And the few who rushed up afterward barely used their huge bone shields to push hard a few times, and then collapsed as they staggered backwards.

This kind of intuitive presentation of the victory in front of us is the most inspiring, and the front of the entire camp immediately burst into warm cheers from human soldiers. With high morale, almost a counterpressure cut down all the undead who rushed through the camp to the ground.

There was an angry roar from the shadow of pupils in the distance, and with the tremors of shaking the mountains, several black shadows standing tall and upright appeared in front of the camp.

Compared with the burly General Skeleton General before, the black shadows that hit this time appear to be many times bloated. From the front, their cross-sections are almost equal to their heights.

This group of guys is obviously also a generation of infinite strength. Just one collision turned the fortress that the human warriors worked so hard to build into a gap full of gums. As the debris flew across, with heavy footsteps that made the earth tremble, this group of undead collided fiercely with the church knights guarding the front.

"Brave", "Guardian", "Exciting"...

One by one, the wartime prayers were recited at the fastest speed, and the brilliance of divine magic began to shine on the body of the church knight. Relying on these self-blessings, the knights in the front row holding solid shields turned into rolling gourds one by one amidst the dull impact and the sudden "poof" of blood spurting, knocking down the companions behind them.

And the unstoppable impact of these undead was also contained, and they revealed their own figures in the bright firelight.

What a group of ugly undead!

The undead seen and purified in the past can basically maintain a humanoid form, but this batch of undead is simply a mountain of meat piled up with countless human corpses. When any normal human sees it, they will involuntarily spit out all the food in their stomach sac, and finally spit out all the bile.

The fat and bloated body makes it difficult to distinguish the human form at all, and the short, thick and thick limbs are not conspicuous at all when pressed against the fleshy ball-like body. The only impressive thing is its huge fangs and bloody mouth that grows on the fat waist. The round body of the meatball is full of fleshy protrusions, and every now and then you can see the undissolved remains of a human corpse, or a half-corroded arm, or a hideous head whose age and gender cannot be distinguished... …

The skin of their bodies is dark and blue, covered with sticky acidic liquid. Wherever it passes, the pungent and choking light green poisonous cloud lingers for a long time, causing the infected creatures to suffer from corpse poison.

"Stitch monster!..."

Some experienced church knights yelled loudly, also in a disguised form to remind the new knights in the team who don't know how deep they are.

A few "purification spells" fell in time, and the church knights who had resisted the Stitch monster head-on and were stained green by the corpse poison finally got rid of their weakness and were able to use healing spells on themselves.

Due to the rugged terrain and narrow roads, only 3 stitch monsters rushed up this time. But just these three stitch monsters have caused the biggest damage to the human team so far.

Not to mention smashing through the tight defense of the human knights, the three suture monsters also used the thick iron chains wrapped around their bodies to wrap some mercenaries who couldn't dodge, and threw them fiercely into the zombies shaking sharply behind them.

The human warriors who fell at the front of the battlefield, no matter how badly injured they were, the clergymen behind them could save them with continuous "healing minor injuries", "healing minor injuries", and "healing techniques". But the stitching monster's move was too insidious, he directly pulled the human fighters within his body out of the magic range of the priest group, cut off their backup, and then divided and ate them.

Several high-ranking knights from the Temple of Justice rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards these three special undead with great destructive power. Before he could get close, the "monster immobilization technique" of the priest in the rear had already hit the sewing monster first.

The high-ranking knight waved vigorously, and the long sword that had been consecrated in his hand pierced into the stitching monster's body with dazzling brilliance, and cut huge wounds side by side in the direction of their running. The real vital cores of these suture monsters are all hidden deep in the thick layer of fat, and the long swords in the hands of the knights can't touch these places at all.

So the high-level knight quickly ran around the stitch monster to create wounds, and from time to time injected the prepared magic into these huge wounds. The intertwined and colliding positive and negative energies suddenly exploded inside the wound, while blasting the smelly and sticky body fluids, fat, and minced meat flying all over the sky, they also quickly invaded the internal structure of the stitch monster.

Without the restraint of a powerful evil aura, the heavy body of the Stitch Monster itself is enough to crush that weak fleshy body. As a result, the three suture monsters fell one after another, turning into a pile of scattered meat composed of blood and mud sauce.