Necromancer: Becoming a God Starting with Skeleton Clone

Chapter 439 The Soul-Binding Scythe? A Matter of Fortune and Misfortune!

Chapter 439 The Soul-Binding Scythe? A Matter of Fortune and Misfortune!

"Open the city gates, prepare to charge!"

The voice of the Ark once again resounded through the sky.

On the distant mage tower, white light flashed rapidly before turning blood red—a signal for attack.

The strongmen guarding the city gate immediately sprang into action, using all their strength to turn the winch, and the heavy steel gate slowly opened.

Accompanied by the grating sound of metal scraping together, a path to victory unfolded before everyone's eyes.

"The city gates are open?"

In the sky, Vladimir felt helpless. He hovered in the air, and the two eerie green sparks in his eye sockets suddenly burst into a blinding light.

His own light was fixed on the area below, where the gates of the once indestructible, seemingly eternal white castle slowly opened to both sides, exposing everything behind the walls to the undead army within reach.

This scene left Vladimir almost unable to believe his eyes.

So easily, the enemy opened his own throat, as if inviting death to embrace him.

The lowly undead, these creatures without intelligence and driven only by instinct, did not hesitate to leap off the piles of bones that had already accumulated on the city walls when they saw a new opening.

Those skeletons and zombies standing at higher positions, due to their height, instantly turned into a pile of broken bones and putrid flesh and blood residue when they fell to the ground.

But this did nothing to slow down the advance of the undead army.

Instead, they surged through the wide-open city gates like a raging, greyish-white tide, with an unstoppable determination.

A look of mixed surprise flashed in Vladimir's eyes.

He let out a triumphant, hoarse laugh.

Although the battle was far from over, the garrison inside the castle did not appear to have suffered significant losses.

However, with the opening of the city gates, the scales of victory began to tip uncontrollably in the direction he desired.

In his view, no army could withstand this seemingly endless torrent of the dead.

But at that moment, what greeted the undead calamity was a deafening thunderclap.

"Heavenly Knights, advance!"

Immediately afterwards, a figure as red as fire appeared in front of the city gate, charging forward against the gray-white undead army with unstoppable momentum.

It was a heavily armored knight riding a tall warhorse, clad in incredibly sturdy gold-red armor, like a war god emerging from flames.

If it were an ordinary soldier, he would surely be terrified and even drop his weapons and flee in all directions when faced with such an overwhelming sound and momentum.

But for these skeletons and zombies, there is no fear in their decaying bodies.

They raised their rusty swords and spears, attempting to block the hero's path, forming a wall of sharp quills before the knight.

With a roar, the knight's warhorse reared up and leaped into the undead formation.

Rusty swords and spears appeared so fragile before it, breaking into useless fragments with a crisp cracking sound.

The knight wielded his sword with all his might, each swing accompanied by the sound of wind cutting through the air, scattering the surrounding skeletons and zombies into disarray.

Immediately afterwards, countless equally bright red figures stung the eyes of the fake lich Vladimir, causing him to let out a surprised wail.

Each heavily armored knight was like an invincible war god, their blood-red battle aura shining like burning flames, crushing the torrent of undead under their hooves with overwhelming force.

The gray-white army of the dead struggled to gather even more tightly, stretching out countless skeletal and swollen, greenish arms.

Each arm was gripped tightly with a weapon, attempting to use their numerical advantage to hold back the group's charge.

However, all of this was in vain.

No amount of skeletons and zombies could stop this terrifying knightly order.

They charged forward like trampling poisonous insects, crushing and destroying everything in their path.

Low-level undead are actually not very strong in combat.

Once the skeleton's bony body is struck by a heavy blunt object, it may collapse into a pile of broken bones.

Although the zombies are much stronger than they were in life, they move quite slowly.

If one can control their inner fears, even an ordinary Iron-level professional can easily deal with them.

But the undead are different from humans; these dead beings have no fear, which is often their greatest advantage in achieving victory.

However, this time, this reliance became the most fatal reason for the defeat.

The tightly packed skeletons and zombies were completely unable to resist the charge of the Heavenly Knights.

Wherever it's most crowded, you'll find these golden-red figures.

After the knight's lance inflicted terrible casualties on the undead in the first charge, it was abandoned by these valiant warriors.

They drew their battle axes and greatswords, charging wildly through the undead army, slashing left and right, leaving none who stood in their way.

For a moment, all that could be heard were the knights' loud shouts, the horses' valiant neighing, the cracking sound of skulls being split, and the zombies' terrifying groans and screams.

The unimaginably massive army of the dead was gradually torn open by these knights, heading towards an irreversible collapse.

"No! This is impossible, I won't allow it!"

The pseudo-corpse witch Vladimir, standing atop the giant skeletal head, let out a piercing scream.

He couldn't believe that the battle he had just been so confident of winning could be reversed in an instant.

However, this pseudo-corpse witch had been through countless battles in the soul world. Although she had never fought against a powerful knight like the Heavenly Knights, she knew that a group of knights charging together was unstoppable.

But once they can stop their advance, they will be mired in the quagmire of the undead army and will eventually be overwhelmed by the swarming zombies and skeletons.

As long as we stop their advance!

Vladimir stomped hard on the skeletal dragon beneath his feet and commanded the four liches beside him, "Down, down! Block them, block them!"

The liches summoned by the Scourge seem to lack sufficient judgment.

Upon hearing Vladimir's command, they descended without hesitation, raising all four bone staffs and loudly chanting evil incantations.

"That's—a lich!"

The Ark was no longer unfamiliar with those skeletons draped in mage robes.

When he saw the white bone staffs held high in the hands of those skeletons and the dark green light condensing on them, a sense of crisis suddenly flashed through his heart.

"Knights, charge! Stop them!"

Upon receiving the command, the knights of the Heavenly Knights turned their horses around simultaneously with near-miraculous precision.

The charge of hundreds of men suddenly changed direction, but there was no collision between the knights!

These knights, their bodies radiating a crimson aura of battle, followed the ark's commands closely, like countless lions following their king.

The undead army charged desperately toward the knights, setting up line after line of defense in their path.

Although these defensive lines were torn apart as easily as paper, they did slow down the knights' advance.

The chanting that echoed across the battlefield suddenly ceased, and a deep, dark light simultaneously emanated from the bone staffs of the four liches.

This light contained an extremely terrifying aura of the undead. It was as if one had inhaled suffocating poison gas, making even breathing difficult.

"This is it, the Blind Death Mist!"

Vladimir, suspended in mid-air, couldn't help but let out a triumphant shout.

Immediately afterwards, he saw four liches simultaneously swinging their bone staffs, their withered fingers gripping the tops of the staffs tightly, each swing carrying an aura of death.

The four jet-black lights had just left the staff when they instantly expanded into a thick, foul-smelling black mist!

This black fog not only obscures the sky and blocks vision, but it is also quite toxic.

Even temporarily holding your breath cannot prevent the deadly toxin from seeping into your body through your pores and corroding your flesh and bones.

While knights with battle aura could block the poison of the black mist, their warhorses did not have this ability.

Even if they are not poisoned to death, they will suffer great damage from the venom, becoming slow-moving or even collapsing.

The next instant, Vladimir's smile froze on the skull's face.

He discovered that a fireball, as bright as the sun, had suddenly risen from the hand of the leading knight.

This fireball was not a simple flame, but was formed from pure power, radiating intense light.

It flew out like a meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly meeting the black mist and turning the blinding, dark mist emitted by the four liches into a blazing fire cloud.

Immediately afterward, under the fierce charge of the Heavenly Knights, the four liches draped in black robes were completely crushed without even making a ripple.

Their figures vanished in the flames, as if they had never existed.

Vladimir let out a nearly silent shriek.

The towering monster known as the Soul-Binding Scythe, which had stood motionless behind the undead army, finally began to take its heavy steps.

This monster, standing over five meters tall, was much taller than a knight on horseback, resembling a moving statue of death.

If a dozen or so of these monsters formed a strong defensive line, even the Heavenly Knights might be able to hold them off.

But at this moment, the monster was all alone, and faced with the unstoppable charge of the Heavenly Knights, it appeared extremely vulnerable.

However, the monster showed no fear whatsoever.

It is the messenger of death, firmly believing in its victory; no living being can withstand the great scythe that can freeze souls.

Facing the charging Heavenly Knights, a sinister icy blue light flashed beneath the monster's hood, which concealed its expression.

Then, it raised its large scythe, which shone with a scarlet light, and slashed down at the knight who was charging at the front!

The monster's large scythe slashed horizontally, its speed not particularly terrifying.

"Clang!"

The leader of the knights suddenly thrust out his gold and red spear, blocking the great scythe a split second in time.

The two heavy weapons clashed, sparking a few sparks that illuminated a corner of the battlefield.

Despite the monster's enormous body, which was over five meters tall, it still swayed after being struck by the heavily armored knight, who was carrying both man and horse.

Before it could regain its balance, another celestial knight swung his sword down at its head.

A muffled thud.

The knight's sword seemed to have struck something slippery and tough, and was deflected, sliding past the side of the monster's head, only tearing the monster's hood to reveal a skull face radiating a bluish-green undead aura.

The warhorse charged so fast that the scythe naturally missed its mark.

The monster let out a defiant roar, only to be overwhelmed by the heavy swords and battle axes of the heavenly knights.

However, behind this glorious victory, the first victim emerged among the Heavenly Knights.

The mighty giant leader, after clashing with the monster's scythe once, never again controlled his warhorse.

He let the warhorse carry him away into the distance.

The next instant, the golden-red spear slipped from the knight leader's hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

His massive, giant-like body swayed a few times on the saddle, then slowly tilted, before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Fangzhou held his breath in surprise.

This knight leader, who in his own imagination possessed at least the strength of a champion of honor, was actually killed by that giant scythe undead in a single blow.

This scene shocked Fang Zhou and also aroused his deep-seated curiosity.

What kind of undead is this?

It looks like a terrifying attack that strikes straight to the soul.

This type of undead is not depicted in the undead creature encyclopedia provided by Master Sandru.

Suppressing his doubts, Fangzhou stood on the city wall and looked out at the distant battlefield.

The massive body of the Soul-Binding Scythe fell to the charge of the Heavenly Knights, and at the same time, a piercing scream echoed from the sky.

The lich Vladimir held his skull in his hands; this was the first time he had tasted pain since he had awakened.

This is not ordinary pain, but a tearing agony that comes from the depths of the soul.

What he found even more unbelievable was that right beneath his feet, his undead army began to collapse.

Yes, it crashed.

Both skeletons and zombies are collapsing.

The skeleton crumbled and scattered on the ground, then turned into fine, grayish-white powder as if it had weathered away.

The zombie's heavy body silently slumped down, as if melting and disintegrating.

Putrid black blood seeped from beneath them, staining the fertile earth with black scars.

This collapse occurred without warning among the undead army; looking down from the sky, large blank spaces could be seen appearing continuously in the gray-white ranks.

The seemingly endless, densely packed low-level undead now scattered and fled in all directions, like souls without guidance.

Even the undead that have not yet collapsed no longer obey the lich's commands.

Despite the excruciating pain deep within his soul, Vladimir desperately tried to regroup his army of the dead.

However, after he issued the order, it was as if it had not been received at all.