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The Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Bravehearts charged up like wolves and tigers and started a close combat with the three legions of soldiers. At that moment, Dou Qi and black soul forces were flooding everywhere, shouts and cries of slaughter shook the horizon, and countless broken limbs flew everywhere. During the fierce battle, the skeletons turned into black smoke and disappeared one after another.

The battle had turned white-hot the moment it began.

The battle was getting more and more intense. The Skeleton Army, which was as fierce as the tide, was gradually being slowed down. Soon, they occupied the top of the city walls. The three great Legions on top of the city walls were thrown into a state of disarray as they were forced to retreat step by step.

"Run!" Someone shouted, causing a commotion among the Holy Empire soldiers.

As the fear spread, the soldiers' fighting spirit was slowly extinguished. Finally, they couldn't take the pressure anymore and started to retreat one by one. Facing the skeleton legion that was like a tide, retreating seemed to be the only choice they could make.

"Run!"

"These skeletons are too terrifying …"

"Get out of the way, don't block the way!"

The soldiers of Holy Empire began to flee like frightened birds, rushing to the back of the army. The Skeleton Army then began to slaughter everyone on their way. For a time, corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed all over the city walls.

"Done!"

Juliana finally smiled.

Elfa smiled and said, "Rönn did well. The three great legions have basically lost their ability to fight. Let's prepare to attack!"

Juliana smiled. She slowly raised the magic staff in her hand, which had traces of fire circling around the top of the ruby inlaid in it. At this time, a signal flare rose up into the sky, then spread out like fireworks, appearing exceptionally bright in the dark sky.

"Attack!"

He fiercely glared at Elfa who was standing next to Juliana. He raised the sword in his hand and rushed out like a fierce tiger.

At this moment, over a hundred thousand of the Ebia Rebellion began to move, charging towards the short walls of the Multicolored Stone Fortress. At this moment, over a hundred thousand of the Ebia Rebels started to move, charging towards the short walls of the Multicolored Stone Fortress.

At this moment, in the command post far away, the commanders of Holy Empire's three great legions had extremely ugly expressions, especially their commander, Si Luo. At this moment, he was feeling extremely depressed.

He had already made ample preparations for the battle at the Colored Stone Castle, but these preparations didn't have much of an impact. The Skeleton Army's fearless and valiant numbers were simply too terrifying. Due to their repeated losses, the hearts of the Holy Empire's soldiers were already shrouded in a layer of darkness.

"What do we do now?" One of the high-ranking officers took a deep breath and asked. He was completely unwilling to just hand over the colored stone fort like this, moreover, this was also a disgrace to his military career.

"Where are your Masters? Why aren't you here yet? " There was no way around it. Slow had no choice but to vent his anger on the commander of the Holy Crusader Order Corps. His cold eyes stared at the chubby commander of the Holy Crusader Order Corps.

"You're asking me, but who should I ask? "How do I know they're not coming?" The fat army captain became angry when he heard this, "If you are capable, go welcome Ron yourself. What's so good about only farting around here?"

The leader of the Order Corps didn't back down in the slightest, making the atmosphere a bit awkward. Seeing that his face was torn, the leader of the Guard Legion hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "It's better if we don't argue here. We should think about what to do next. Or should I continue to defend? "

Just as the three of them were hesitating, a Holy Crusader soldier hastily ran in. He glanced at everyone present and hastily whispered something into the ear of the chubby Army Commander.

The chubby Legion Commander first quietly listened, but when he heard that, his eyes revealed a look of joy, "What did you say? Archbishop Fleming has arrived? "

The soldier nodded slightly.

"Quick, invite him in!" As he spoke, he ignored the other two and quickly walked out.

Si Luo exchanged a glance with the other army commander, his eyes containing traces of surprise. Si Luo said, "Good fellow, to actually invite Archbishop Fu Ming as well?"

Walking out of the command post, Si Luo was shocked to discover that other than Archbishop Fuming, there were two other people. These two people also held important positions in the Holy Church.

His white hair was neatly combed down to his sides. He was wearing a white robe and holding a long staff, his two fingers were adorned with rings made out of precious gems. He was the archbishop of the Holy Church, the priest of the Holy Light, Fermin.

The Honorary Knight of the Temple Knight Regiment, Grand Master Felt, was a valiant middle-aged man with a thick beard. He was clad in heavy armor, appearing extremely robust.

The other was the guardian of the Hall of Redeemers, Imena. He was a great swordsman of the fire element. He was in his thirties, with a handsome white face and short hair that was not messy at all.

The arrival of the three Grand Masters at this small colored stone fort brought a pleasant surprise to all the captains.

"Lord Cardinal Fleming, Lord Fenluo, Lord McStoke!" The chubby Sacred Crusader Army Commander enthusiastically greeted them as soon as they got to the front.

Archbishop Fuming nodded with a smile on his face. However, Finro and McStoke coldly snorted and turned their heads away. The two of them came from Mount Hyjal, so they didn't hold these ordinary Holy Empire officers in high regard.

Seeing the chaotic scene in the distance, Archbishop Fuming frowned, "What's going on?"

The chubby Legion Commander let out a long sigh, "Archbishop Fleming, you have seen clearly. That heretic, Ron, is very powerful. Even the army couldn't do anything about him. They've come to ask for your help …"

"We already know that we are here at the orders of the Pope to kill this heretic, Ron. It seems like we can still make it in time!"

Archbishop Fuming nodded and said calmly, "How strong is that heretic?"

Before the chubby Legion Commander could reply, he was coldly interrupted.

The one who spoke was Mcstock. He sneered and said, "How strong is that heretic? No matter how strong he is, he's not our match! "

"Lord Mcstock, don't let your guard down. Ron is not a simple man!"

McStoke did not reply. He only felt disdain and sneered coldly.

At this moment, a flustered voice came from the front.

"Help!"

"Run quickly..."

"Those skeletons are coming!"

Countless Holy Empire soldiers ran towards them. They threw away their armors, their faces filled with fear. As if they had seen something terrifying, they ran for their lives.

Seeing this scene, the commanders of the three legions felt their faces turn red. The ones who had been beaten to such a state were the soldiers under their command.

At this moment, a miserable scream came from behind. A body that couldn't escape in time involuntarily flew up and fell to the ground, blood clots scattered everywhere. The severed half of the body continuously wiggled as it let out miserable shrieks.

Everyone's eyes focused. At this time, a figure came out from around the corner, clad in heavy armor, riding a huge bone horse. Its eyes shined with a green light, and the sharp bone spear in its hands drooped down.

Everyone shuddered at the same time. The appearance of the Dark Knights gave them a lot of pressure. This strong undead seemed to have life, as he slowly raised the spear in his hand, as if he was declaring war on them.

With his strength as a great swordsman, the aura of the Dark Knight was not enough to overwhelm him. With a cold harrumph, his handsome face brimmed with killing intent, the spatial pouch on his waist flashed, and a Dark Gold-rank two-handed sword appeared in his hands.

"Go to hell!"

A sinister smile appeared on McStock's face, and in an instant, he appeared above the Dark Knight as he swung the longsword in his hand.

The Dark Knight didn't back down in the slightest. His bone horse lifted its front hooves into the air and thrust its spear at McStoke.

"Boom —"

The two powerful forces intersected and produced a huge explosion. The two forces were like a ring as they spread out in all directions.

"How could that be?" McStoke was astonished. His aim was to kill this undead creature in an instant. His goal was to show off his power in front of the crowd. He had used 30% of his power in this strike.

The Black Knight only took a step back. 30% of its strength wasn't enough to deal too much damage to it. After taking a break, the Black Knight raised the spear in his hand, ready to attack again.

"So powerful!"

No matter if it was Archbishop Fleming, Knight of Glory Felt, or Slow, all of them had the same thought. Those people who had looked down on these Necromancers before became cautious.

These powerful and fearless undead were not so easy to deal with.

"You're courting death!"

McStoke felt he had lost face in front of everyone. He became angry, and in an instant, the power of the flames increased to its maximum. He raised the sword in his hand, the blade shining with a blinding light.

McStoke's aura continued to soar to its highest point as he faced the unafraid Black Knight. The flaming longsword in his hand hacked down like a mountain.

"Flaming Meteor Slash!"

A hot wave of energy spread out, bringing with it a high temperature that continued to spread in all directions.

"Not good, let's quickly dodge!"

He knew that McStock had used all his strength in his rage. The combat prowess of the Great Sword Master when he was in full charge of a battle was no joke. If he was even a little bit slow, he would be affected.

Just as everyone's footsteps left, they saw a blazing wave of fire engulfing the area. At this time, everyone turned around to see that the surrounding trees and houses, as well as the temporary command post of Si Luo, were all engulfed by this terrifying wave of fire …

A cold smile hung on his face as he slowly raised his head. The terrifying attack that had gathered all the power of the Great Sword Master had completely annihilated the Dark Knight.

Looking at the destruction caused by the fire, a satisfied expression appeared on McStoke's face.

Suddenly, he raised his head and saw a young man standing on top of the platform. This young man held a long white magic staff in his hand and wore a black robe. He did not look handsome with a pair of black eyes that were unpopular in the Noah Continent, as well as a head of black hair that only commoners would have.

The youth was staring at him coldly with an expressionless face, as if he was looking at a dead man. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.