The Rise of the Cemetery

The vast and majestic divine power of the God of Justice surged between the heavens and the earth, directly urging a 9th-level magic spell "Justice Judgment" to cover the entire audience.

This is not comparable to the magic power from the previous prayers. As soon as the magic scroll is released, the defense line that has been compressed to the extreme becomes an ocean of light. A beam of light penetrating the sky and earth descended from almost every subject in the entire camp, enveloping them. Due to the dense accumulation of undead in the camp, these beams of light are entangled with each other, almost blending together.

Whether it is the priests or the guardian knights of the Temple of Justice, they couldn't help but knelt down and prayed devoutly while being covered by the beam of light. Hymns praising Tyr, the God of Justice, began to reverberate in the camp.

The impassioned prayer made the expressions of fear on the faces of the pastors fade away.

As their prayers were praised, their expressions became more determined and holy. Under the deployment of Priest Heyman, those mercenaries who were not believers of the God of Justice also retreated behind their companions, holding weapons in both hands and began to pray.

The beam of light falling on them brought them warmth, compassion and justice, and for those undead who belonged to evil creatures, it was simply a shower of holy light. All the undead creatures immersed in it were howling and screaming with all their strength, but their bodies still irresistibly began to melt in the holy light.

Those high-level undead can barely struggle for a while, desperately trying to avoid this light of judgment. It's a pity that no matter whether you drill into the water or use your companion's body to cover it, you can't escape the beam of light that locks your soul. The pain of eroding the body and annihilating the soul is not something that ordinary undead can bear.

The tide of corpses, sea of ​​skeletons, and cloud of ghosts, which were still turbulent just now, immediately became sacrifices for this 9th-level divine technique. There was almost no room for resistance, and the soul fires were all extinguished one by one, leaving only some vampires and liths.

If the few Lich who were showing off their power just now hadn't been delayed for a little time by the instant dark fog, they would almost have been unable to retreat completely.

When they met again in the distant jungle and gathered together, all of them were ragged, and their dry and skinny bodies were full of holes eroded by positive energy. With every gesture, broken bones fell off from his body from time to time.

The wretched corpses gritted their teeth angrily, wishing that with a wave of their hands, the remaining vampire army would rush out and smash those guys to ashes. It's a pity that the dracolich Lord Heigl left a strict order before he left. As his direct subordinates, they did not dare to disobey his order. So, they could only squeeze their noses to hold back the bad breath, and turned their heads to urge the low-level undead to continue to advance towards the camp.

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In the camp, the "fair trial" that lasted for half an hour finally shed its last glimmer of light. And Priest Heyman, who had been working hard to maintain this ninth-level divine art, also lowered his arms sadly, and sat down on the rattan chair, panting heavily.

Without the magic scroll handed down from the upper echelon of the Temple of Justice, such a level 9 magic is not something he, a level 14 priest, can accomplish independently. Even if he was only responsible for initiating and guiding the completion of this divine art, he had almost exhausted all his strength. The two high-ranking knights who had been accompanying him all the time even saw that the face of Priest Heyman was much older than before.

It is true that there is a huge price to be paid to use the magic scroll beyond the level, and this price is the vitality of the caster.

"The undead are coming again!" Two mercenaries with rich combat experience exclaimed at the same time.

You don't need to see with your eyes, you just need to listen carefully, and you can hear the rustling sound of footsteps dragging the ground and the unconscious "ho ho" howling of zombies in the deep darkness in the distance.

The "fair trial" just now wiped out almost all the undead inside and outside the camp, but after all, the scope is limited, and it is impossible to directly cover the entire Half Moon Island. Therefore, these tides of corpses and sea of ​​skeletons pouring in from the rear stepped out of the dense forest again, crossed the beach, and slowly and firmly poured into the dilapidated human campsite.

After seven hours of high-intensity fighting, more than half of the human team has gone with the water. At this moment, the total number of people who can fight upright is only 21 people, especially the priests and middle and high-level church knights, and the mercenaries who came with the team have almost lost their lives.

In the battle circle, there were more than a dozen surviving guys who fell to the ground in disorder. They were all poor priests who had exhausted their magic spells and were scratched and injured by the undead. They couldn't put on the well-protected chain mail, nor could they hold a sword, a mace, let alone a shield that weighed 20 pounds. Therefore, in the vampire attack just now, these low-level priests were the group that suffered the most.

In fact, if the wounds suffered by everyone in the venue were normal, as long as a series of "healing", "toxin removal", and "healing fatal injuries" magic spells were performed, most of the wounded and patients would be able to devote themselves to life and death again. fighting. It's a pity that when this magical technique was exhausted, it became a fatal injury.

It can be said that the guys who can still stand up and fight at this time are the elites of the church with strong will.

It may be only half an hour before dawn. But at this time, the sky became darker and more terrifying. Not only was there no trace of light, but even the gentle sea breeze seemed to be suppressed by the stagnant and heavy breath of death in the camp, and there was no other smell except for the thick and disgusting evil breath.

The rustle of walking zombies came from all directions, and it was obvious that the enemy had surrounded them again.

The remaining priests and church knights also formed a defensive circle around the tent. It's just that at this time, without the blessing of divine arts, their combat power has also dropped to the bottom. No one knows whether he can survive the last half hour tenaciously.

When the disturbing eerie laughter of the ghost group resounded in the sky again, the new offensive of the undead began!

The crowd of corpses with almost no gaps stepped into the range of the bonfire again. The densely packed ugly zombies, whose faces are almost indistinguishable, have distorted expressions in pain, their eyes rolled white, their mouths opened and closed, and while making indistinct wailing sounds, they scrambled to stretch out their black and dirty arms, and staggered toward the the rest of the people.

At the last moment when time was almost frozen, the priests and knights held their breaths and were fearless. They roared deafeningly and struck head-on with hammers, swords and barbed shields. Black blood splashed... The first batch of zombies that rushed up were smashed like waves blocked by rocks, but before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the second batch of zombies rushed up again.

A muffled groan that suppressed the pain came from the line of defense. When a priest wielded the mace, his movements were obviously slow for a moment, and he didn't push out the zombie whose head had been smashed out in time. The zombie with a big hole in his head pounced on him indifferently. His claws, which were sharper than ordinary swords, pierced through the gap in the chain armor between his waist and ribs, and blood gushed out immediately, with strands of black blood inside. .

Unable to allow the companions beside him to catch up to rescue, the swarming zombies quickly huddled into a lump here. Numerous pairs of arms were pulled down, and the priest, who was tightly hugged by the zombies, involuntarily disappeared into the tide of corpses.

After a while.

In the distance out of sight, an angry roar that pierced the sky faintly came, and then an irresistible holy shock wave penetrated through the heavy barriers and hit everyone's faces.

"Priest Tara has returned to God's embrace!"

A clear understanding rose in everyone's hearts. In the burst of divine magic just now, everyone has already perceived the familiar and fiery soul fluctuations of Priest Tara. But as the burst of divine magic subsided, his soul fluctuation also disappeared without a trace.

Priest Tara's sacrifice not only did not dampen the confidence of the rest of the people, but made their eyes more firm and resolute, and the hands holding weapons became more steady and powerful. I don't know who was the first to recite the scriptures and mottos of the God of Justice aloud. Soon, all the priests and church knights yelled out these familiar mottos in their loudest voices.

These earth-shattering proverbs may not have the response of magical power, but they are exceptionally inspiring and stirring. With the high-pitched passion of the proverbs, everyone waved their weapons and praised the greatness of the God of Justice loudly, while smashing the heads of the ugly undead in front of them with all their might.

The impassioned battle song has been echoing over the entire battlefield, and under the battle song, there are steadfast people fighting hard...

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Li Xun sighed leisurely.

At an altitude of several thousand meters, he can clearly see everything that happens on the ground through the monitoring crystal.

The casualties of the church team and the loss of his own subordinates were not on his mind, but what he thought more about was the origin of the church and spellcasters.

It seems that everything is left over from the period of the Great Elf Empire.

When the Great Elf Empire controlled the entire plane and ruled the sky and the earth, human beings, as the most humble servants, could only struggle to survive in the barren land where various alien races were rampant. At that time, the strong human who was able to stand up and lead the human race to fight left and right to open up their own territory was a rare pioneer among human beings who had mastered the power of divine magic and the ability to cast spells in advance.

At that time, they worked together and made an indelible contribution to the rise of mankind.

It's a pity that with the sudden fall of the great elf empire, some of these strong men took advantage of the situation and rose to become members of the human god system, while others became ancient magicians who mastered the mysteries of the world as described in ancient books. For the first time, the conflict between the two parties broke out irreconcilably.

God shepherds all peoples.

The gods naturally hope to rule and protect their people, but the premise is that you must be the people of the gods.

These new gods who have become human gods most want to achieve the strength of the former elf empire, and once again replicate the glory of the elf god system. But those ancient magicians hope to get rid of the control of the gods and create a great country belonging to magicians.

The confrontation and confrontation between the two sides created the later goddess of magic Mystra, so the magician fell sadly under the conspiracy of the human gods, and became a part of the obliterated past.

But without this phoenix nirvana-like catastrophe, it would be impossible to germinate and give birth to the later arcanists. The fall of Mystra, the goddess of magic, also marked the strong rise of the Arcane Empire. Therefore, under the leadership of powerful arcanists, human beings defeated most of the alien races on the Klein Continent, making themselves truly the masters of the continent. .

As for the subsequent historical trajectory, it is tantamount to a replica of the past.

The Arcane Empire once again fell under the strong counterattack of the human gods, but the human gods also paid a heavy price for this. The human pantheon that was once flourishing and prosperous has been around for ten to seven, and those great and prominent names that have been passed down from generation to generation in the mouths of the people have disappeared in the long river of history one by one, leaving only a broken and contradictory human pantheon.

Under the diligent excavation of some archaeologists from the Mages Guild for thousands of years, some ancient mysteries have been slowly revealed, and the history that was once covered up by the human pantheon is also presented to everyone.