great-warnovel Chapter 437 The Necromancer? Times have changed!
Chapter 437 The Necromancer? Times have changed!
Chapter 437 The Necromancer? Times have changed!
These people were all dressed in ornately decorated breastplates, with black cloaks with red linings flowing behind them, and their gait exuded an indescribable elegance.
They didn't seem to number much, only a dozen or so, but the fake lich's teeth tapped together in satisfaction.
This is precisely the undead calamity that Master Sandru has always been concerned about.
[Undead Catastrophe] was originally an undead attribute blueprint skill that he discovered through archaeological excavation of the ruins of the Naraku civilization.
Although no human necromancer on Earth in the mythological world is currently capable of casting it, no one can deny the power of such a blueprint spell that only exists in theory.
Right now, on this battlefield of souls, Vladimir has successfully simulated the power of the undead scourge by harnessing the power contained within the souls he has killed and enslaved.
"The fact that so many vampires have appeared shows that the realism of this calamity has increased significantly."
The pseudo-lich Vladimir was immersed in wonderful fantasies, his heart filled with anticipation for the power and glory that was about to come.
However, just as he was lost in these thoughts, a subtle detail caught his attention.
The ghostly green flames of the dead still burned on the altar of bones.
"Shouldn't the flames on these bone altars disappear when the Scourge of the Dead ends?"
Could it be that—”
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sight.
When four skeletons dressed in black robes and holding staffs strode out of the undead flames with majestic steps, Vladimir couldn't help but grit his teeth in astonishment.
"A lich? It's actually a lich!"
Even with his extensive experience, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shock.
In the realm of the dead or the Naraku civilization, liches are still very rare.
Every lich is transformed from a powerful spellcaster. They not only possess a large amount of destructive evil magic, but also the power to manipulate death and souls. Vladimir was naturally extremely excited to be able to summon such a powerful spellcaster.
But this is not the end of the Scourge.
As an even more terrifying growl emanated from the still-condensed, eerie green fireball, the entire space seemed to tremble.
The skeletons and zombies immediately prostrated themselves before the ball of fire, their bones scraping against the ground with a grating sound.
The ghosts huddled together in the air, desperately trying to stifle their cries.
Their bodies trembled slightly, clearly showing their fear of the owner of the roar.
The vampires, with their hands resting on the hilts of their swords, bowed gracefully to the ball of fire.
Even those liches who had mastered the essence of magic were no exception.
They placed one hand on their empty chests and bowed their proud heads slightly towards the ball of fire.
Vladimir watched with ecstatic joy as an exceptionally tall figure slowly emerged from the ball of fire.
This being appeared to be a full five meters tall, with deep purple bands of light and eerie green necromantic flames forming a magnificent robe around its body.
His hood hung low, obscuring his face, leaving only an invisible pressure permeating the air.
He held an exceptionally terrifying scythe in his hand, its blade shimmering with a dark red light, looking as if it were formed from countless dried blood droplets.
As his foot finally stepped out of the fire, a violent crashing sound came from the surrounding bone altar, which then collapsed, extinguishing the undead flames.
As the last wisp of eerie green flame vanished, the Scourge of the Undead finally came to an end.
"This is the Soul-Binding Scythe, the most powerful undead creature!"
An uncontrollable tremor of excitement shook Vladimir's spine; the pseudo-lich was almost unable to contain his excitement.
"Unbelievable, this is truly the most perfect undead calamity I've ever simulated!"
It will definitely bring me the most perfect victory!
At that very moment, the skeletal dragon—this enormous creature woven from death and magic—suddenly unfurled its tattered wings.
It let out a roar that tore the sky apart.
Vladimir strode onto the dragon's skull, looking down at the undead army he had personally built.
This army is not made of flesh and blood, but of countless broken souls and remains.
"The Withered Scepter!"
Vladimir shouted loudly.
With that sound, a black staff that looked like charred, withered wood suddenly appeared in front of him.
As the scepter pointed to the white castle standing in the distance, a dark force surged from the ground, turning into thick smoke that spread in all directions.
"Conquer that castle, slaughter all the creatures within, and claim victory in this battle of souls!"
After the order was given, the undead army began to move, slowly blooming like an evil rose.
Each petal burned with eerie green flames, accompanied by low growls and sharp howls, as it approached its target.
However, unlike living beings, these warriors who walk on the edge of death do not have the habit of shouting encouragement.
Their cold bodies exuded a putrid aura; they knew neither fear nor joy.
They simply moved forward silently, mechanically taking steps, as if they had long since lost their own will and were only subject to Vladimir's commands.
Ark, as a rising star among human necromancers, was well aware of this.
The charge of the dead may be silent, but it does not mean there is no silence.
Instead, the place is filled with all sorts of strange noises.
The clattering of skulls colliding, the groans emanating from the corpses, and the eternal wails of ghosts intertwined to create a bizarre yet awe-inspiring symphony.
The sound was enough to send chills down the spine of any living person, but it was insignificant to the undead warriors whose hearts had long since stopped beating.
Fangzhou stood quietly on the magnificent walls of the white castle, his figure surrounded by the golden sunlight of the soul world, as if endowed with a sacred and dazzling light.
Beside him, the Heavenly Crossbowmen stood in three neat rows.
Each column consisted of more than two hundred people, standing solemnly behind each crenellation of the city wall like an iron Great Wall.
These sharpshooters were tall and strong, with long arms, and wore light yet sturdy chainmail.
Beneath their wide-brimmed helmets, their gazes were calm as still water, and their quivers, filled with silver alloy armor-piercing arrows, swayed gently at their waists with their breath.
Facing the undead army charging across the mountains and plains, their faces remained expressionless as they focused intently on adjusting their bowstrings, preparing for the impending battle.
Ahead, a team of champion swordsmen clad in heavy steel plate armor stood ready.
The enormous shields they held were large enough to cover their entire bodies. They were undecorated, with only their heavy, iron-gray appearance revealing their formidable defensive capabilities.
Hundreds of Golden Eagle Dragon Spearmen formed a square formation behind the city wall, creating an unprecedented steel array.
When the spears are raised, they resemble an impenetrable steel forest.
For every three soldiers, there stands a halberd warrior wielding an axe, the gleaming halberd ready to strike down any enemy attempting to breach the defenses.
On either side of the long spear formation, dozens of javelin throwers moved about.
Although their physiques were not outstanding, and they wore only light leather armor dyed blue and white, their right arms were unusually thick and muscular, displaying astonishing strength.
It was this arm that could throw a ten-kilogram spear a hundred paces away, hitting the target accurately.
The Holy Overseer stood behind the pike square, forming a thin yet impenetrable defensive line.
They were covered in metal armor, with only their sharp eyes showing. They rested their greatswords on the ground, like majestic metal statues, silently awaiting the command to fight.
A griffin king soared and danced between the towers, its golden feathers fluttering as it emitted a clear and melodious cry.
Hundreds of grey-brown griffins crouched on a specially made platform, their sharp eyes following the figure of the griffin king, ready to answer the call and join the battle at any moment.
Every unit that the Ark conjures is an elite force among elites, capable of meeting the demands of any demanding commander in the Dragonxia Federation.
However, among these unparalleled forces, the Heavenly Knights are undoubtedly the most dazzling.
Hundreds of heavily armored knights, clad in gold and red stripes, gathered in the square facing the city gate. Their armor gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, as if every piece of metal contained ancient power.
Led by an exceptionally tall, imposing, and dazzling knight who resembled a god of war descended to earth, his armor was not only ornately decorated but also inlaid with precious gems, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
They were like a giant iron fist, ready to burst out of the castle at any moment and crush any enemy in their path to dust.
Suddenly, a beam of white light shone from the mage tower in the castle, the light like the first rays of dawn, breaking the silence of the night.
Then, the white light flashed several times, each flash seeming to convey some kind of silent command.
While keeping an eye on the approaching undead army outside the city, Fangzhou kept a close watch on the signals emanating from the mage tower.
He took a deep breath, feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, and raised the high-level staff in his hand above his head.
"They're here—archers, prepare!"
The creaking sound of taut bowstrings rang out as the two hundred archers in the first row simultaneously drew back their longbows.
The silver alloy armor-piercing arrow rested on it, its sharp, triangular tip gleaming with a cold, silvery light.
A thick, putrid stench of black smoke suddenly surged in, like a torrent from hell, attempting to engulf the entire castle in an instant.
However, the seemingly unremarkable white city walls and the black undead smoke emitted a gentle and bright milky white light as soon as they came into contact, keeping all the black fog out.
This light did not originate from ordinary stones, but was constructed from a special white stone that contained powerful purifying energy.
A dozen or so jet-black bats swooped down from the black mist.
They thought they had found a breakthrough, but they never expected that the black mist would suddenly be forced back by the white light, and the bats would be exposed to the white light.
Painful, piercing screams echoed above the castle. The warm, soft white light shining on the ark felt like strong acid to these evil creatures, causing large plumes of black smoke to rise.
The bats' wings began to melt, their bodies gradually became transparent, and they eventually vanished into nothingness.
They immediately turned around, wobbling as they tried to fly back into the black mist, but it was too late.
"Archers, fire!"
The Ark's voice rang out again, and the first row of archers on the city wall simultaneously released their taut bowstrings.
The silver arrows rained down with a sharp whistling sound, instantly engulfing the bats.
The arrows were incredibly accurate; every single one hit its target, not a single one missed.
"Um?
""
The pseudo-corpse witch Vladimir, standing atop the giant skeletal head, suddenly uttered a surprised sound.
In his perception, the auras of the vampires he had just sent out to probe the castle's defenses vanished in an instant.
Although vampires are not the most terrifying force under Vladimir's command, their incredible speed and unique ability to regenerate life through blood make them formidable opponents.
Given these vampires' combat prowess, even if they encountered an equal number of mid-level demons, they shouldn't have been wiped out so quickly.
"This castle can instantly wipe out more than a dozen vampires. What kind of power is that?"
The eerie green flame in Vladimir's eyes flickered.
Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, he quickly turned his gaze to the four lich dwarves floating around him and the Soul-Binding Scythe carrying a scythe that exuded an ominous aura.
This scene immediately dispelled his concerns.
"No matter what kind of power it is, it is nothing but a dying struggle before my army of the dead."
No need for further probing, undead army, attack!
At his command, the skeletal dragon beneath his feet immediately raised its neck and let out a hoarse yet awe-inspiring roar.
"Ang ang ang ang ang ang————"
The sound vibrated through the air, like a cold night wind from the land of the dead, sending chills down one's spine.
However, a response immediately came from the other side, seemingly from hundreds of horns sounding in unison, "Woo-woo-woo-woo—"
The voice was deep and resonant.
Skeletons and zombies swarmed like a tide towards the castle's majestic white walls.
The cracking of bones and the groans of pain intertwined to form a dark war song.
A hissing sound came from overhead, followed by a sudden downpour of arrows from the city wall, sweeping across the undead lines like a silver whirlwind.
The sheer number of arrows nearly blotted out the sky, creating a dazzling silver screen.
Instantly, hundreds of skeleton soldiers and an equal number of zombies were impaled and fell to the ground.
The undead's defense against ordinary arrows is indeed quite considerable.
After all, skeleton soldiers' bodies are full of gaps, while zombies' bulky bodies have almost no vital points and can withstand a lot of blows.
However, this time was different.
The arrows that flew down from the city walls not only possessed powerful physical penetration, but also contained a kind of power that could cause fatal damage to the undead.