Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

On the battlefield, seeing the "Holy Light Barrier" teetering on the brink of collapse under the impact of various attacks, the archbishop in charge of command changed his expression.

"Maintain the barrier at all costs!" the archbishop roared.

The priests gritted their teeth and desperately poured energy into the Holy Light Badge.

Their faces grew paler and paler, and their foreheads were covered in sweat.

Some people started bleeding from their noses, some staggered, and some collapsed to the ground, only to be pulled up by the priests next to them to continue maintaining order.

The cracks on the barrier are becoming more numerous and denser.

Finally, under the relentless iron fists of the stone golem, the barrier shattered.

Shards of holy light flew in all directions like shattered glass. The priests coughed up blood, collapsed to the ground, and could no longer stand up.

Lynn gave them no chance to catch their breath.

He waved his hand, and thirteen fallen angels, sixty-nine greywinged angels, three holy light fallen angels, and four withered angels appeared on the battlefield.

The angelic legion rose from the undead army, wings outstretched, and flew toward the Holy Light Legion.

The fallen angel was at the forefront, with black and white wings, holding a "holy sword" in his hand, and exuding an aura that was both righteous and evil.

The Graywing appeared behind, with gray wings, gray armor, and gray eyes, like a moving gray mist.

The angels of the Holy Light Legion were stunned.

They saw their fellow human beings, but those beings were not bathed in holy light; instead, they were surrounded by death and grayness.

"What is that?" a trembling voice asked a two-winged angel.

"Fallen...that's a fallen angel!" A four-winged angel's voice was filled with rage.

"They have desecrated the bodies of angels!" came the angry voice of a six-winged angel.

The commander of the Holy Light Legion is a six-winged angel named Baphael.

He flew at the very front of the procession, watching the fallen angels flying toward him, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

He raised his lightsaber, and the holy light on its blade condensed into a three-meter-long giant sword.

"Blasphemer!" His voice echoed like thunder in the sky.

"How dare you defile the noble race of Holy Light Angels! You will pay the price!"

Lynn stood up from the bone dragon's back, holding a spatial blade in his hand.

He looked at the six-winged angel, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Don't rush, you'll be joining this team soon."

He waved his hand, and the fallen angels sped up.

Baffar was the first to rush forward.

His lightsaber clashed with the fallen angel's sword, and golden holy light and black death energy exploded, with the black energy clearly losing out.

Baphael was, after all, a genuine third-ring warrior, much stronger than the Fallen Angel, and with a single sword strike, he sent the Fallen Angel staggering back several steps.

But another fallen angel pounced from the side, his holy sword slashing at Baphael's shoulder.

Raphael let out a cold snort and swung his sword back, forcing the fallen angel back.

A third one pounced on top of that.

Bapir was not afraid at all. Even when surrounded by three fallen angels, he was able to handle the situation with ease and even had the upper hand over the three fallen angels.

The other angels, however, were engaged in a fierce battle, especially the two-winged angels, who were at a disadvantage when facing the Graywing Envoy.

Although the Graywings are only at the peak of the Calamity level, they have considerable resistance to Holy Light.

They sprayed gray breath onto the angels, and the gray mist corroded the angels' armor and wings.

The runes on the armor began to fail, the feathers on the wings began to fall off, the angels' strength was declining, while the Graywing's strength remained unchanged.

Fortunately, the number of Holy Light Angels was several times greater than that of the Fallen Angels. If it weren't for the assistance of the undead army, it probably wouldn't have taken long to wipe out this group of Fallen Angels.

The paladins of the Holy Light Legion were also stopped.

Megatron led his skeletal earth dragon horde into the paladin's ranks from the side, tearing a gap in their formation.

The Decepticons swooped down from the sky, their Thousand Soul Chains binding several paladins and pulling their souls away.

The Balrog spewed lava from the ground, blocking the paladin's retreat.

The Frostwhale spewed out an extremely cold breath, freezing dozens of paladins.

The earth dragon rider rampaged through the ranks, its half-skeletal back wielding a bone hammer, smashing the head of a paladin with each blow.

Lynn wasn't idle either.

Although our forces are numerous, the quality of our high-level troops is much lower, so we must eliminate the enemy's high-level combat power.

He unleashed the "Stone Heart Mist Domain," which he had not used for a long time. Grayish-white mist spread from his body and enveloped the entire battlefield.

He moved constantly through the mist, leaping from one cloud of fog to another, and appeared behind an angel. The blade of space pierced the base of the angel's wing, severing the power supply line to the core of holy light.

The angel cried out in alarm, its wings drooped, and it fell from the sky.

He disappeared again before landing, reappearing behind another angel, in the same position and with the same movements.

His immense strength made him fearless of these angels; even a six-winged angel only required two strikes from him.

The first strike breaks the shield, the second strike cuts off the power supply.

Four-winged angels can be killed with a single strike, while two-winged angels can be killed in two with a single strike.

The archbishop, mounted on his warhorse, watched the situation on the battlefield, his expression growing increasingly grim.

The Holy Light Legion lost over a hundred angels, more than eight hundred paladins, and the priests were essentially rendered incapable of fighting.

While many of the low-ranking undead died in the undead army, the high-ranking undead suffered almost no losses.

The stone man lost an arm under the angels' attack, but he continued to fight.

The tree's canopy was half burned away by the "holy flames" summoned by the angels, but its roots were still wriggling on the battlefield.

The Demon Eye and the Bone Dragon are still flying in the sky, providing remote support.

The fallen angels and gray-winged warriors are still locked in battle with the angels.

Especially that black-robed figure hiding in the mist, he is probably the "Necromancer". His close combat strength is extremely powerful. If he is allowed to kill indiscriminately, the angel legion will be wiped out!

The archbishop gritted his teeth, took the two holy books from the saddle, and opened them.

The pages of the holy book are gold, covered with densely packed runes.

He placed his hands on the sacred text, closed his eyes, and began to chant.

That was a forbidden holy light spell, requiring the sacrifice of one's own life force to cast.

His hair began to turn white, his skin began to wrinkle, his eyes began to sunken, and his vitality was rapidly fading away.

Lynn sensed it.

The two holy books contain immense power; if the archbishop were to unleash them, his undead army would suffer at least a 50% loss.

But with such a long skill cast time and no one around to protect you, isn't that just suicide?!

He gave the archbishop no chance, instantly teleporting behind him and piercing his nape with a spatial blade, severing his spine.

The archbishop froze, his eyes widening as he stared intently at the distant pillar of holy light.

The holy book slipped from his hands and fell to the ground, its intense holy light dimming.