Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

As the green smoke within the barrier was gradually depleted, the priests began to feel increasingly overwhelmed.

They can only expend their own resources to maintain the "plague barrier".

However, this thing has very limited effect on the undead, and it often takes a lot of plague to kill some of them.

As time went on, the priests also suffered; some had blood flowing from their noses, some from their ears, and some from their eyes.

A priest fell, a hole appeared in the barrier, and the dead poured in through it.

The second priest fell, then the third, the fourth...

In the end, the plague barrier completely failed.

The dead surged to the foot of the city wall.

Most low-level undead cannot fly, but they can crawl.

The bone claws dug into the cracks in the rocks, one on top of the other, climbing upwards like ants.

The defenders of the Faith also erupted in response to these monsters, stabbing them with spears, slashing them with knives, and burning them with fire.

Spears and longswords are not very effective against skeletal undead, but this group of guardians is quite powerful and can directly shatter skeletons.

Smash one, and ten more will climb up.

Chop ten of them up, and a hundred will climb up.

One area was burned, and countless others followed.

The commander drew his sword and slashed a skeleton that had climbed onto the battlement; another one then climbed up beside it.

He chopped that one up, and two more climbed up.

He chopped down two, and then four more climbed up.

They can't kill them all! They simply can't kill them all!

However, the Guardians of the Faith were not endless; some of the undead had already climbed onto the city walls and engaged in close combat with the Guardians.

What's even more annoying are some ghostly spirits that often sneak into crowds without leaving a trace, and then let out a "scream".

The piercing scream went straight to their souls, causing the soldiers unbearable pain.

Outside the city, a gigantic bone dragon coldly watched all this, showing no regard for the casualties among the undead.

They're just low-level cannon fodder. There are so many ants here; we can convert a wave whenever needed.

With the city walls collapsing completely, the commander could no longer hold back.

"Damn it, where did these monsters come from?!"

"Retreat! Retreat to the inner city! Retreat to the temple! There the gods protect us!"

The Christian Guard began to flee into the city.

But the undead were faster; they leaped down from the city walls and pounced on the fleeing soldiers.

A soldier was tackled, and bone claws pierced his armor and dug into his back.

He screamed and was dragged into the horde of undead and swallowed up.

Another soldier was surrounded by four or five skeletons. A halberd pierced the ribs of one of the skeletons, while the other three pounced on him.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

The commander ran in the lead, without looking back or slowing down, just running as fast as he could.

At this point, don't worry about others; if you turn back, you'll be the only one who dies.

The gate to the inner city is just ahead.

After he rushed in, he quickly ordered the soldiers at the door to close it.

The door slammed shut behind him, shutting out the soldiers outside.

He leaned against the door, panting heavily.

Outside, people were still screaming and shouting in despair, banging on the door with all their might.

He didn't open the door.

Inside the cathedral, the archbishop knelt before the statue of God.

The statue is very thin, with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and its eyes are two red gems.

This is exactly what the god of plague looks like.

"Supreme Lord of Plague, your followers are being slaughtered, your temples are collapsing, your enemies have reached the city walls. We beg you to descend and save your followers..."

He waited for a while, but the statue did not respond.

He read it again, this time in an even louder voice.

Still no response.

The archbishop's expression changed.

He stood up, turned around and looked at the kneeling priests behind him, their faces filled with fear.

It's not fear of the dead, it's fear of God's lack of response.

"Read it again," the archbishop said.

They recited it again, but the statue still did not respond.

The archbishop closed his eyes.

Why do the great gods not respond? Are they abandoning them?

And what is the god of plague doing at this moment?

He is digesting those divine attributes.

War, wisdom, death, harvest, storm, forging, lust.

Seven divine beings, seven powers.

He needs time, quiet, and to channel all his power into himself; He will not answer prayers.

At least for now, I can't afford to respond...

The archbishop opened his eyes and looked at the priests.

"This is a test given to us by the great God. We need to get through this period and prove our faith in God."

He went behind the statue and took a box from under the altar.

The box was made of cast iron and its surface was covered with runes.

He opened the box, inside which lay a green crystal. The crystal was small, about the size of a fist, but the energy contained within it caused all the priests to take a step back.

"A sacred relic," the archbishop said.

"This is the last resort left by God, but releasing it requires sacrifices, and you..."

He looked at the priests.

The priests looked at the crystal, exchanged glances, and then at the archbishop, but no one spoke.

Offerings? Aren't all those soldiers and civilians outside offerings? Why are they looking at us?

We are all the most loyal believers of the plague god!

Seeing that no one responded, the archbishop placed his hand directly on the crystal.

His skin began to turn green, began to fester, and began to melt.

Flesh and blood detached from the bones, fell to the ground, and turned into a pool of green liquid.

The liquid flowed to the feet of the priest next to him. The priest looked down and then his feet began to turn green, rot, and melt.

"This is an offering to God," the archbishop's voice came from a mouth without lips.

"Our flesh and blood, our soul, everything we are."

The priests finally realized that the sacrifices were indeed them!

They started screaming wildly.

Someone tried to run outside, but the door wouldn't open.

Some people knelt down and cried, while others hugged each other.

Their skin was festering, their flesh was melting, and their bones were softening.

The church was filled with screams, cries, and the sounds of flesh melting.

A few minutes later, the church fell silent.

There was only a pool of green liquid on the ground, with a few bones and hearts floating in it, and those hearts were still beating.

The green liquid began to boil.

It expanded, rose, and transformed into a thick, green mist.

Countless faces were contorted in the mist, and countless mouths were screaming. Those were the faces of the archbishops and priests, their last vestiges of consciousness.

The fog burst through the church's dome and shot into the sky.

It is about to unleash an unprecedented plague.

This plague can corrode everything—metal, stone, bone, soul.

Including those damn monsters!!

This is their last weapon.

The fog rose into the air and was about to spread.

The bone dragon swooped down from the clouds, its wings spread wide, creating a fierce wind.

Before the green mist could unleash its power, it was swept back by the gale, pressed back into the church, into the ground, and into the still-beating hearts.

The bone dragon slapped its fan again, and then again.

The fog was compressed and became thicker and thicker, eventually condensing into a mass of green liquid that crawled on the ground.

The bone dragon lowered its head and opened its mouth. It spewed out a mouthful of annihilating bone fire.

The eerie blue flames engulfed the liquid, from which a final scream emanated before silence fell.

Their final, life-threatening strike only killed themselves...

Indeed, the Bone Dragon's strength is on par with their fanatical Plague God; dealing with a group of believers would be a piece of cake for it.

The flames died down, leaving only a charred crater on the ground.

The church is gone, the statues are gone, and the sacred objects are gone.

The bone dragon raised its head and glanced towards the temple; there was nothing left to burn there...