Chapter 671: Chapter 555 All are ants beneath the True God!_2
However, Harrov couldn’t shake off a nagging doubt in his heart, that the force attacking the capital was too small—apparently only two legendaries were on the front… This was highly unusual, but he dared not contemplate it deeply, because the answer was far too terrifying.
At this moment, within the capital, the magical barrier shrouding the city from above was on the verge of collapse under the siege of a large number of undead magical beasts. The recent “Judgment Spear” that brought down the Winter Dragon Wallock had also inevitably created a breach in the magical barrier, and although it was quickly repaired, it had to some extent weakened the barrier’s protective strength.
A multitude of Screaming Demons, Banshees, and undead magical beasts constantly gnawed at the magic barrier with their sharp claws and fangs, slowly spreading fine cracks outward. The barrier’s repair capabilities were gradually failing to keep up with the pace of destruction, and soon a small hole was opened.
The small-bodied Screaming Demons and the half-energetic Banshees immediately squeezed through the opening, and the roar of machine guns and the brilliance of magic echoed inside the capital simultaneously.
Hundreds of Screaming Demons were shot into pieces in an instant, but their blood, which had strong toxicity and corrosive properties, rained down from the sky, causing no small amount of chaos.
It must be said, these monsters were simply the bane of all living beings!
Those Banshees who had also crawled through the fissures in the barrier proved to be even more troublesome, as ordinary bullets had little effect on them; they could only be dealt with by magic.
The shrill echo of “Wailing of the Dead” resounded ceaselessly above the capital, the Banshees’ resentment, the mourns of the dead; everyone present felt as if their brains had been violently hammered, even Bird, a Grand Wizard, inevitably felt the impact, causing the fire spells he was casting to falter.
A swarm of Banshees took the opportunity to flood in, their eyes shimmering with the spiteful Soul Fire. The pain and torture they suffered both in life and after death, they now sought to release upon these living humans.
“Fiery Torrent,” “Chain Lightning”…
Grand Wizard Bird, fighting through his brain discomfort, commanded the wizards who were barely able to endure the pain, to cast spells to eradicate the undead that were pouring in from the breach.
Amidst the booming of flames and the thundering of lightning, the undead that had flown in through the multitude of gaps were instantly incinerated and ionized.
Support from Vittorio also arrived quickly, and strands of magic luminescent runes emerged from the void, sealing up the gap on the magic barrier.
“Thank you for your assistance, Chairman.” Seeing the figure of Vittorio, Grand Wizard Bird finally let out a breath of relief and expressed his gratitude, and then, as if something occurred to him, he inquired with a sense of lingering fear,
“Was it also you who deployed the Elemental Wind earlier? If not for your timely dispersal of that patch of undead fog, I fear this city would have been in great trouble.”
“What wind?” Vittorio couldn’t help frowning, not quite understanding what the other was referring to—he had just arrived… However, he did witness the undead fog Bird mentioned and had used the rune locks to contain it in a vacant and safe area.
Fortunately, the undead fog had consumed only a few souls and its power was vastly weaker than the incident in the North—more than a hundred times so—hence he was just able to control it alone.
“If it wasn’t you, then who could it be?” Bird was deeply puzzled, surely it couldn’t really be just a gust of wind?
He didn’t believe that a mere strong wind could disperse such a powerful spell.
Vittorio had his suspicions but didn’t express them; after re-enforcing the magic barrier that encircled the city with his spells, he hurried to support Harrov and Aurora.
They had to resolve the trouble here quickly; if his guess wasn’t wrong, it wasn’t just the capital under siege right now. Otherwise, there was no explaining why the undead army attacking the capital was far smaller than expected.
Indeed, as Vittorio suspected, after crossing the Space-Time Gate, Cecil, the “Great Necromancer,” considering their absolute advantage in military strength and wary of the “Believers of the Moon God” and their heavenly disasters executed in foreign lands, divided the tens of millions of undead troops invading this plane into seven separate armies, launching a comprehensive invasion from different directions.
This was undoubtedly a cruel but effective strategy, for the enemies that fell would rise again to fight under the drive of necromancy; the enemy’s numbers would diminish while their own would only grow. In no time, like a snowball picking up size, they would engulf the entire world!
However, the development of events was not as smooth as the “Great Lich” Cecil had anticipated, since the invading undead legions were mysteriously subjected to devastating strikes.
It was either a sudden mountain collapse, or the reverse flow of rivers, or forests bursting into flames.
An asteroid even fell from the firmament above, annihilating the hundreds of thousands of besieging undead…
Atop the city battlements of Steel City Seltd, the guards, anxiously waiting for the vast undead to launch their assault, witnessed the astonishing sight of the meteor descending from the sky.
“What on earth is going on?” “It must be the power of a god!”
For the guards with limited experience, everything in front of them could only be described as a miracle!
“What god? This must be some powerful magic, perhaps one of the councilors has arrived?” A male wizard standing nearby scoffed immediately, saying, “If these people had seen the sight of alchemists blasting tunnels with the Sun Flame Cannon, they wouldn’t be uttering such ignorant words.”
A certain entity in the invisible world silently shifted its attention away from the area, began to clean up the undead legions in other regions of the kingdom, and was also gradually becoming accustomed to the power it possessed.
After five days, Lynn had already completed the first two steps of the god-making ritual successfully, expanding his domain to an entire continent, and achieving the quantization of his soul.
However, due to the limitations of soul strength, he was still unable to manipulate the elements in the entire world at once, managing only to influence a small region to perform “miracles.”
Even so, this was already incredibly powerful; among the invading undead legions of this plane, there were not a few legendary beings, but in his hands, they scarcely had any capacity to resist.
Lynn took some effort to use Heavenly Disaster to quickly annihilate millions of undead, then closed the several opened Space-Time Gates, and finally turned his attention towards the direction of the royal capital.
This was one of the kingdom’s most important cities, with very strong defenses. Even when facing the onslaught of a large undead legion, it could just barely hold its ground, so naturally, it was left till last to deal with.
Moreover, people like Harrov had already arrived, so there wouldn’t be any issues for a while…
However, when Lynn looked down upon it, he discovered that the situation was not as optimistic as he had thought.
Because among the undead legions that had reached the royal capital were three legends!
The “Winter Dragon Wallock,” “Great Lich” Cecil, and the “Shadow Assassin” Pelom.
The latter had always skirted around the battlefield, showing no intention of revealing himself, his figure wispy and transparent, shrouded in a layer of gray mist.
Harrov, Vittorio, and Aurora, who were fighting with the “Great Lich” Cecil, had not noticed him at all, but in Lynn’s eyes, he was clearly visible, with no secrets to be hidden.
With a mere thought, Lynn wanted to pluck him out and crush him to death. For him now, this was not a difficult task. On the contrary, there were dozens of ways he could kill his adversary.
There just happened to be a few targets here, so he thought he might as well test some of his other abilities…
With that thought in mind, Lynn extended the imaginary hand that did not exist, and the elements in the void immediately became active.