The Rise of the Cemetery

This sudden encounter obviously caught both parties by surprise.

The two thieves reacted flexibly, their expressions were still in a state of dull surprise, but the black iron dagger in their hands had already slashed across the ghost's body with a sharp wind.

There was a muffled sound, but the extremely sharp dagger seemed to be pierced into the soft jelly, without any force.

"Oops, it's the ghost's physical damage reduction!" The two thieves were startled, and immediately understood that the few blows just now didn't really hurt each other.

The two ghostly flames burst into flames at the blurry face of the frightened and attacked ghost, and it was obvious that its signature ear-piercing scream would resound through the world in the next moment. At this frightening moment, a brilliant white light shone on the ghost.

This glorious halo with traces of sacred meaning had just covered the ghost, and the ghost's vague figure melted away at an extremely fast speed like boiling soup and snow. This kind of sacred damage cannot be avoided by the virtual body at all.

"Blessing", a first-level divine spell, can comprehensively improve the physical fitness of the subject, but for undead creatures, it is a terrible torture comparable to holy water.

Although Aitoen was a guardian knight, he was basically able to cast this first-order divine art instantly, so he threw the aura of the "blessing" divine art on the undead almost without thinking in a critical moment.

"Go... let's go..."

The three of them were well-informed people, they didn't bother to cover up their figures, they rushed out of the illusion barrier and ran quickly towards the distance.

Their judgments were extremely wise, and almost at the same time that the glorious holy aura took effect in the illusion barrier, the castle of the undead in the distance boiled.

In the area where the undead were entrenched, there was a fluctuation of the holy magic, which did not hesitate to pour a ladle of water into the ant hole, and immediately blew up the nest!

Many low-level undead, attached to the undead castle by ants and working hard, are still looking around in doubt, while those keen-sensing corpses, ghosts, and resentful souls have already begun to shout angrily. Several cold and evil mental fluctuations quickly swept across the entire sky and the ground, and began to trace the source of the sacred spell fluctuation just now.

Soon, these mental fluctuations locked onto a certain space near the edge of the illusion barrier. There are not only the slight fluctuations of the holy spells that have not been completely subsided, but also the ashes of the soul left after the ghosts have disappeared.

In an instant, the castle of the undead screamed everywhere, and the ghosts and resentful souls flying in the air seemed to have received orders. Led by a high-ranking banshee who rushed out of the castle, they chased in a certain direction. And a terrifying Lich in a black burqa also appeared silently in a bush, picked up a strange eyeball-shaped alchemy item from the ground, and placed it in front of his eyes to examine it silently.

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Seeing the ugly Lich's face that almost completely occupied the light screen in front of him, Priest Heyman couldn't help leaning back slightly. Then, in the sinister sneer of the corpse witch "Jie Jie Jie", the light screen suddenly went dark, exploded into a sky full of light and shadow, and slowly disappeared into the air.

After half a cup of tea, no one in the tent opened their mouths to speak. They still looked blankly at the empty air, silently groaning.

In the end, a knight with a tall figure, short hair, and a sharp-edged face stepped forward and pleaded in a low voice, "My lord, why don't I bring a few people to meet him?"

Looking at the style of the armor and badge on his body, it is obvious that he is a member of the same knight order as the Aitorn knight.

Priest Heyman shook his head dejectedly, then turned to his side and asked, "Have all the images from just now been transmitted?"

A priest dressed as a clerk bowed and saluted: "It has been passed on. It is estimated that by this time, the Pluto church closest to us has received our message!"

"Hmm!" The High Priest Heyman responded in a low voice, turned around and asked to the other side of the tent, "When will the space beacon be set up?"

An elder who looked like a scholar stroked his chest and responded, "13 hours, Your Excellency!"

Priest Heyman sighed in an inaudible voice, it seemed that this night would be extremely difficult. But he immediately cheered up, summoned several knight leaders, and began to arrange the defensive matters behind.

Unlike the teleportation circles that mages are good at using, church forces prefer to use divine magic circles guided by space beacons. Both have their own advantages and disadvantages, each has its own merits.

Once the teleportation circle is built, as long as the spar is available, it can be used almost unlimitedly, but the consumption of magic crystals is staggering. Except for the Mage Guild, a large organization with an astonishing resource reserve, who dared to use teleportation circles as a routine method to transfer personnel and materials, other organizations and forces, even a few large churches, did not dare to be so extravagant.

The space beacon is relatively simpler.

There is a magic circle built inside each church. As long as a space beacon with guiding effect is built here, some personnel and materials can be transported in the form of a simple teleportation circle. It's just that the establishment of the space beacon needs to be combined with the local space and plane structure at that time, it needs a lot of data calculations, and it also needs profound plane and space knowledge, so it can only be done by erudite scholars.

Therefore, although the establishment of space markers consumes less resources, it has extremely high requirements for construction personnel and is more time-consuming. It's a pity that the space beacon can only be built on a fixed ground, otherwise they can take a boat to the ocean and go several miles away to set up a space beacon on the ship.

But at this point, there is no time to complain.

Now that the enemy has been alarmed, it is inevitable for the enemy to come out and search for it. At that time, the newly established camp will face the enemy's impact.

It takes 13 hours to establish the space beacon, and they only need to stick to it until it is completed, and Archbishop Fankris, who stayed behind in Pluto Church, can directly teleport to Half Moon Island through the magic circle. As a level 20 holy archbishop, it must be a breeze to wipe out these undead.

However, if the space beacon was destroyed during construction, then Archbishop Fankris would have to come here by boat, and it would take at least 11 days. It is estimated that their bones have been completely weathered by that time!

Holding firm beliefs, the apologist knights in the camp and the pastors and missionaries gathered together one after another, helping the temporarily hired mercenaries to strengthen the camp, and temporarily arranged a solid camp along the tip of the crescent moon. Small fortress.

A large amount of supplies were moved from the hired merchant ships, heavy wooden boxes were transported to the front line as camps, and all kinds of special armor with the brand of the church were also distributed one by one, trying to arm every combatant. The priests and priests began to gather in the center of the camp to pray on a large scale to make holy water, and distributed them batch by batch to the knights standing on the front line.

Although this kind of temporary holy water is not as effective as the holy water obtained when the church holds prayer ceremonies, it is better in large quantities, and it is the best way to deal with large groups of undead.

When they finished all the preparations, the last gleam of the distant sky disappeared under the sea, and the whole camp was plunged into a dark shadow.

In order to delay the time for the undead to discover their side, all the bonfires in the camp were extinguished, and all the combatants were fully prepared for battle. Even the priests who always liked light and soft robes put on solid mail armor, picked up heavy shields, maces, and flails, and formed the second line of defense with the knights.

There is hardly a ray of light in the dark sky, only the sound of tides on the sea surface blown by the breeze in the distance, rippling with sparkling waves. 300 meters away is the dense and gloomy jungle, where there are only black shadows floating and swaying, and nothing can be seen clearly.

An hour passed... and there was no movement around

Two hours have passed... There is still no movement around

Three hours have passed... The ghost's signature sinister smile is faintly heard from the depths of the jungle in the distance

Everyone is waiting silently.

The shadow of the jungle in front of him was shaking and extending. Under the dark sky, the entire jungle seemed to come alive suddenly, stretching its body with fangs and claws, planning to choose someone to devour.

The air wafting along the sea breeze is full of decay and evil aura, which is the signal of a large group of undead creatures gathering, and it is also a sign that the undead are about to attack on a large scale.

"Raise the fire..."

Priest Heyman's firm and deep voice suddenly sounded, and more than a dozen bonfires that had been prepared in various parts of the camp followed.

During battle, the undead may not need any light, and even hate strong light extremely, but as human beings, magicians, church knights, and mercenaries need light. This is not only their fighting needs, but also their spiritual needs!

More than a dozen explosive flames shot up to the sky instantly illuminated the world, and also reflected the countless ghosts with pupils in front of the camp.

This is an endlessly huge team, composed of tens of thousands of corpses that should have rotted underground. They walked slowly but uninterruptedly, accompanied by the skeletons, and staggered towards the direction of the camp.

At this time, the people waiting in the camp were not only shocked by the number of undead creatures, but also grateful for the correct location of the camp. This is where the crescent cusp of Half Moon Island is located. The terrain narrows here, and there are loose sandy beaches and strangely shaped reefs along the way, forming a series of natural barriers.

The swarms of zombie skeletons were forced to huddle here, and rushed to the camp that was waiting for battle along the narrow passage less than 100 meters wide. Along the way, zombie skeletons were continuously squeezed off the beach by their companions and fell into the undulating tide. Although they would not be washed away, their speed was greatly slowed down.

Although zombie skeletons cannot be drowned, as low-level undead creatures, they are naturally afraid of water, which is good news for the camp defenders who are alone.

This time, following Priest Heyman came all the forces of the Justice Church gathered in the nearby waters after hearing the news. Although the powers are of different attributes, they should not be underestimated. Before the war, Priest Heyman also made a statistic: there were 7 priests, 25 priests, 11 missionaries, 41 church knights, 63 mercenaries, and the rest were a few scholars and servants.

As for those merchant ships that do not belong to the Church's property, they set sail again after unloading their supplies, waiting for their call in the nearby waters. Of course, if they're still there the next day!

This kind of strength is logically not too small, and it should be more than enough to deal with an evil undead force hiding on an overseas island! It's a pity that the previous incident of the cultists was such a huge shock, one can imagine that the enemies are not limited to the ones I saw today. Therefore, Priest Heyman is still worried about whether he can stick to it until tomorrow dawn.