Chapter 121 Are you surprised? Are you surprised?
With the help of divine powers, the imperial soldiers' combat effectiveness continued to soar, and the originally tense battle situation gradually began to change.
The balance of victory began to tilt towards the Empire camp.
If it were just this, the Undead players would still be able to hold off the offensive. After all, everyone was here to gain points, so it didn't matter even if they lost the battle in the end.
Just get the points.
However, in addition to the enhancement spells, some monks also began to cast attack spells and weakening spells.
"Weak!"
"The light of God!"
"Spear of Justice!"
One or two divine spells may not pose much threat, but if tens of thousands of monks cast these attack spells at the same time, the power will be no less than that of tens of thousands of magicians launching a magic bombing.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Countless white spears of light fell from the sky and pierced into the Undead camp, like a rain of arrows falling from the sky, instantly reaping the lives of thousands of Undead players.
"26 points! 31 points! Damn, there's a critical hit, 63 points! These soldiers are too weak!"
"Don't worry about the points! The front row can't hold on any longer. Our front row is dying too quickly!"
"Brothers, stop fighting for points! Help the brothers in the front row push the people back!"
"Shit, I can't take care of the front row. The Temple Knights are coming from both sides! How insidious ! They actually came around to attack our back row!"
"No! We can't keep fighting like this!"
The situation was very chaotic for a while.
Ma Kesi turned around and looked at Long Aotian anxiously: "Brother Long, what should we do now?"
"What can I do?"
Long Aotian spread his hands, his face full of helplessness: "Divine arts are indeed very difficult to deal with. After this weak divine art is cast, our front row can only be slaughtered."
"Besides, these Temple Knights are extremely strong even after they dismounted. They are surrounding our back row. I don't think our output troops can hold out for too long."
Ma Kesi was very anxious: "Brother Long, if this continues, all our people will die!"
"I'll die, what are you afraid of?"
Long Aotian picked up the big bone knife and shouted, "All commanding players, join the battle with me! You must earn points before you die and go home!"
"Hahaha! The New Year is coming soon. Have you earned enough points?"
Long Aotian's optimism and fearlessness infected many players. What if he outflanks us? What if he loses?
We are here to score points!
Thinking of this, the players were no longer nervous and instead started thinking about how to get more points.
The front row no longer just resists damage, but focuses on counterattack!
The people in the front row are also players, why can’t they earn points?
All hands attack!
No more defense and cooperation!
"Gah!"
A gargoyle's arm was cut off and his weapon flew out. He couldn't help but get angry: "Do you think this is the end?"
“Swish!”
The gargoyle pounced directly at the soldier who had chopped off its arm, without even looking at the divine light coming from behind, and bit the soldier's neck fiercely.
[Dear player, you have successfully killed an imperial soldier, and your points reward is +30. ]
In team battles, players can earn points by damaging or killing either Imperial Soldiers or Temple Knights.
Hearing the prompt sound from the divine system, the gargoyle player closed his eyes happily and then died.
A black light emerged from the severed arm, and it disappeared along with the gargoyle player's weapon. The bound weapon will automatically return to the player's backpack after the player dies.
"These undead are crazy."
A bishop took a deep breath and said, "Father, these undead will kill our soldiers even if they die!"
"do not be afraid."
Father William comforted him: "These undead will soon be wiped out. Victory belongs to us!"
The number of this group of undead was originally less than that of the Imperial Legion. After the Imperial Legion was no longer troubled by fire damage, the undead were no match at all.
Instead, these flames burned the surrounding trees, slowly expanding the area of the battlefield and allowing the Imperial Legion to better take advantage of its numbers.
More than 30,000 against more than 100,000, the undead can't win no matter how you look at it.
“Kill, kill, kill!”
Long Aotian was so excited about killing that he shouted, "If you are brave enough, charge with me! Kill the cultivators from behind and kill them!"
"Aotian is on the march! He is invincible!"
The members of the Aotian Club roared, and with Long Aotian as the core, they began to charge towards the location of the monks.
The imperial soldiers reacted extremely quickly and immediately blocked the undead's attack. With the help of the monks' divine attacks and the temple knights' flanking attacks, they continuously reduced the number of undead.
Although players continued to deal damage and destroy the power and numbers of the imperial army, the number of undead continued to decrease.
Judging from the trend of the battlefield, the undead players will definitely be eliminated first.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later.
There are only more than a thousand elite players left by Long Aotian's side, and the rest have already died and returned to the Kingdom of God.
"You have already lost."
Father William looked calm as he glanced at Long Aotian. He knew that this undead had his thoughts and wisdom and could understand what he said: "Humble undead, you must remember this truth. Darkness can never defeat light!"
"Pooh!"
Long Aotian was not afraid or scared, he spit out a mouthful, then turned his head and asked: "Ma Ke Si, how many points did you score?"
Ma Kesi said: "Brother Long, I have scored 625 points."
"Hahaha, it's not enough. I scored 1065 points!"
Long Aotian laughed wildly and charged forward: "Next, I want to break through the 1200-point mark!"
At this moment, Father William took advantage of the moment when Long Aotian ran out of the protective formation and released the attack magic that he had been planning for a long time.
"Spear of Fiery Light!"
A huge ray of light suddenly appeared and directly pierced through the soul fire in Long Aotian's head.
“Snap!”
With a crisp bang, Long Aotian's head exploded in the air, and his entire body was blown away by the impact force.
After the undead body fell to the ground, Long Aotian's head was gone and he was dead, lying motionless on the burning grass.
"The way it lay there was as funny and pathetic as a poor bug."
Father William remained expressionless and calm.
"Brother Long!"
Ma Kesi shouted in grief and anger: "Brothers, avenge Brother Long!"
"Kill all these undead. We must get to the Northern City as soon as possible!"
"Yes, Archfather."
Ma Ke Si and others were completely unable to stop the offensive of the Imperial Legion. After killing some Imperial soldiers, all the players, including Ma Ke Si, died.
“Swish, swish, swish~!”
Strands of black light appeared, taking away the players' weapons and equipment.
Father William looked at the black light that kept appearing, frowning, "What a weird undead. This black light gives me a feeling that is even more uncomfortable than the undead."
"High Father."
The bishop walked up to William and reported respectfully: "All of these undead souls have been purified, but we also sacrificed 26,000 soldiers, more than 1,000 temple knights, and nearly 3,000 monks out of the 10,000 monks can no longer cast divine spells."
Father William lowered his head and calculated that he had used his absolute advantage in military strength to purify more than 30,000 undead, but still paid the price of a similar number of casualties.
I have to say that the undead are really scary creatures. They are not afraid of death and would rather die than take someone with them.
This kind of bloodiness and awareness is terrifying.
Just like a fanatic of darkness!
"Fortunately, we won in the end."
Father William breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "This group of undead wanted to attack us, thinking that they could drive us away with fire, but unfortunately they were wrong!"
"The undead underestimated the wisdom of the light, and this is their fate!"
"Clean up the battlefield, and then hurry to the Northern City."
Archfather William raised his head and glanced toward the north.
This battle avenged our previous humiliation and vented our anger. The enemy that Alex could not defeat, our Temple of Light can defeat!
The bishop laughed and said, "Father, I think there shouldn't be many undead in the Northern City now, otherwise they wouldn't send out so few undead to fight us."
"You're right. I'm going to take back the City of the North before dark!"
At a command from Archpriest William, the imperial army cleaned up the battlefield and marched non-stop out of the forest.
"The exit of the forest is just ahead! Speed up!"
As soon as the Bishop gave the order to the Legion...
Sudden!
Mutation, rebirth.
“Boom!”
Countless huge rocks fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the heads of the soldiers and monks.
“Ahhhh!”
Screams continued to ring out, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
"BOOM! POOP! POOP!"
The huge rock hit the ground and suddenly cracked, turning into small stones. With unparalleled impact force, it pierced through the armor of the imperial soldiers and expanded the killing range.
The monks reacted quickly and used magic to protect themselves and their fellow clergymen, but the soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and a wave of boulder bombardment killed at least thousands of soldiers.
"Another ambush!"
Father William was immediately shocked and took a deep breath: "This is the advanced magic [Meteorite Falling from the Sky]!"
I, a great priest, have fallen into the trap again!
Judging from the force of the falling boulder, it was definitely the power of dozens of high-level magicians casting spells at the same time.
William racked his brains and couldn't figure out where these high-level magicians came from? Or, were they using high-level magic scrolls to plot against him?
"Tsk, tsk, good afternoon, everyone!"
Wang Dali came out carrying a large bone knife, and behind him was a group of undead players, who filed out and blocked the exit of the forest.
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised ?"
Wang Dali chuckled: "You never thought that another undead would come to score points!"
There are exactly 30,000 undead players in this group.
"Another undead!"
Father William turned his head and glanced at the bishop: "Didn't you say that the undead have been completely wiped out?"
"I...I don't know either. Maybe there are still undead in the city in the north."
The bishop was sweating profusely as the undead kept appearing before his eyes. Seeing them rubbing their hands and eager to try, the bishop felt very bitter.
What are you doing? Can't you fight together?
Why disperse the troops?
Why, the undead all like to torture people like this!
