God’s Empire

The high-spirited Wang Lan had no idea that the Will of the Phantom was paying attention to him at this time, nor did he know that the system was suddenly running at a high speed.

[Detected the causal fluctuation line of fate...

Probing the source.

Detecting...

Probe failed, system operation is limited.

This situation complies with Article 1 of the Host Protection Regulations - Excessive Power Interference

Applying for temporary release permission

Applying...

Personal Terminal Number:  …

Successful application

Level 4 permissions are enabled, and we are continuing to investigate

Under investigation...]

In that mysterious space, the will of the phantom spirit who closed his eyes again to feel the life and death of all things opened his eyes slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then closed again.

Maybe it feels wrong... How could there be a living body that can spy on itself in that way.

[Probe completed

The source of the causal line is locked - the will of the phantom

Karma Line Type: Air Transport Bonus

Bonus Range: Void

Surveillance not detected

Overall Test Results: Beneficial

According to the seventh article of the host protection regulations - the mentality change of having a backer

This matter will not be notified for the time being. ]

Wang Lan, who was about to follow the space door, suddenly felt his body lighten slightly, as if something good had happened, so he couldn't help turning his head to look and then stepped into it again.

...

boom!

Roar!

In a valley full of black boulders, a steel fortress covering an area of ​​about one square kilometer occupies the only aisle.

Countless skeletons and various undead creatures rushed forward frantically. The fortress was like a lonely boat in the ocean, crumbling under the gray-black terrifying torrent.

Thousands of fist-sized black fireballs continued to bombard the fortress, and a roar could be heard even ten miles away.

A soldier in iron armor evaded in embarrassment, and even occasionally was torn apart by a group of skeletons that came up with their own firepower.

The long-range attack of the fortress has nothing but more than a hundred mages and a few magic nuclear cannons.

"Damn, soldier! Soldier!"

An officer stood on top of the cast iron city wall and roared beside him.

Before the officer could continue roaring, he was torn to pieces by an undead creature like a ghost.

"what!"

More than 20 soldiers with iron spears roared and rushed up. The evil spirit roared in disdain, and shot a few soldiers flying, and then bit one soldier and climbed down the city wall again.

At this time, a few talents who came to support and exude the fluctuation of Dou Qi came over.

"The evil spirit is gone?"

The soldier next to him nodded with a pale face.

"Damn!"

A strong man gritted his teeth and cursed.

"The Skeleton Mage has stopped attacking."

The female swordsman with a flaming red sword said suddenly.

The people around looked over involuntarily, and saw that the number of black fireballs in the sky began to decrease rapidly until they disappeared.

But the next moment, an evil melodious chant suddenly came from behind the army of hundreds of thousands of undead.

Everyone in the city wall began to get nervous, because they knew that the undead were about to attack.

The soldiers who were standing in the gully under the city wall to avoid the skeleton fireball suddenly climbed up one by one and ran quickly towards the city wall.

After a while, 100,000 people gathered on the wide city wall, and there were 600,000 soldiers under the city wall waiting solemnly.

In the central section of the city wall, two generals in heavy armor looked at the restless army of undead and sighed.

"The other party has a skeleton mage, and the skeleton soldiers are almost constant, and we can't last long."

"If we can't hold it, we must hold on. We are defending one of the strategic points leading to the last pure land of the mainland, and we must not retreat."

"I know, but I think hundreds of years ago, there were more than one billion people in my human population, but now there are only about 100 million. The army is only ten million."

"After the Second World War, I'm afraid there are only nine million."

"Ugh……"

Just as the two were talking, the army of undead gathered in the distance started to move.

The entire ocean composed of various skeletons and a small number of undead creatures rushed forward without a trace of regularity.

The more than 100,000 skeletons in the forefront rushed towards the city wall frantically at a speed that did not conform to their physical state and structure.

The fire of the soul in the eyes of these skeletons is beating violently, without the slightest feeling of instability.

When the soldiers on the city wall heard countless skeletons running, the crisp rubbing sound of the bones and the ground could not help revealing a trace of fear.

For them, this is the sound of the drums of war that the enemy fears the most.

It represents death.

"Archer shoots!"

With the commander's roar, dense arrows shot into the sky from the arrow tower behind the city wall and the archers' positions behind the city wall.

These arrows, which exude a faint magical aura, cut through the sky at high speed, rubbing against the air to make a sharp whistling sound, covering the skeleton group at the front like a javelin.

The fast-running skeleton fell apart the moment it was hit, and the fire of the soul was not spared and dissipated together.

This round of arrow rain turned tens of thousands of skeletons into bone scum all over the ground.

But the human defense did not show any joy, because they knew that this was no loss to the undead at all.

"Archers shoot freely, magicians attack! Only ordinary magic can be cast!"

When the commander saw that the skeleton group was filling up the vacancies in a steady stream, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​letting the archers continue to shoot in salvos, and sent a magician instead.

After all, there are times when an archer's salvo can't cause much area damage.

The archers who received the order had an average of years of combat experience, and immediately found the skeleton with the highest chance of hitting, and launched attacks one after another.

As for the archers behind the city wall, they could only shoot blindly because of their vision, but because of the number of the undead army, they could hit the enemy no matter what.

It's just that sometimes it doesn't cause death to the enemy.

And more than a hundred magicians in mage robes walked up the city wall with long and simple staffs.

Afterwards, bursts of chants slowly floated out, and suddenly, the mainland version of fireballs, ice thorns, and clods were suspended on the top of the city wall.

After a slight pause, it shot out like a cannonball.

Because this canyon is only more than 1,000 meters wide, more than 100 magicians are a reasonable configuration for this plane where professionals are in short supply. The division did not live up to their gap of three or four levels higher than the group of skeletons.

Accompanied by bursts of explosions and fire, most of the road more than 1,000 meters wide was immediately covered. Although the countless speed attacks were level 4, the skeletons with a maximum defense level of level 3 suddenly shattered in groups.

Even the most ordinary looking clods can easily shatter many skeletons, not to mention the fireballs and the vines like iron whips emerging from below.

However, millions of skeletons are too many, even this kind of attack cannot slow down the advance of the undead army.

"Hey, get ready for hand-to-hand combat."

The two generals sighed helplessly and drew their weapons at the same time.

"For mankind! For the homeland! Kill!"

"kill!"

ps: Sorry, sorry, there was a problem with the typesetting just now.