Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The archbishop fell off his warhorse and lay motionless among the rubble.

Baphael, the commander of the Angel Legion, witnessed the archbishop's death and knew that the situation was hopeless; continuing the fight would only lead to the annihilation of the entire army.

Every angel in the angelic legion is extremely precious; they cannot be lost here!

And... he doesn't want to become one of those ghostly things!

We must report this to the Holy Son and have him take action personally!

Baffel gritted his teeth, brandished his sword to force back the three fallen angels, and then turned and ran.

The other angels saw this too, and they all broke away from the battle and flew towards the camp.

The paladins tried to escape, but they were entangled by a massive number of undead and couldn't get away.

The priests were too exhausted to run any further and lay paralyzed on the ground, waiting to die.

Lynn did not blindly pursue them, and his undead army also suffered considerable losses.

Nearly a third of the million low-level undead died, and more than twenty of the calamity-level and above were also lost.

Those skeletal angels and fallen angels of holy light were shattered in the battle, their corpses completely purified by the holy light and could not be retrieved.

All three Holy Light Fallen Envoys were wiped out, all four Bone Angels were wiped out, twelve Gray Winged Envoys were lost, and two Fallen Angels were lost.

But the gains were even greater.

Nearly two hundred angel corpses, most of them with two or four wings, and more than twenty with six wings.

There were also thousands of paladin corpses, hundreds of priest corpses, and a large number of holy light behemoth corpses.

First, extract and seal the soul, then let the army of the dead quickly sweep up the battlefield.

The enemy is so powerful even with only a portion of their forces deployed; if they were to launch a full-scale attack, they would likely only be able to flee.

I hope Marcus comes soon, otherwise I'll have to run away.

The undead moved quickly, dragging the corpses together, and Lynn put them all into the undead space.

When the battlefield was cleared up, the sky in the distance brightened up again.

Lynn looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

That was holy light, not just one beam, but countless beams, shooting from the direction of the camp like a golden downpour.

Behind the torrential rain of holy light was a legion of holy light three times larger than before.

Angels, paladins, priests, and holy light behemoths, densely packed and overwhelming.

In the center of the formation, a golden tent flew by. The tent was transparent, and a person could be seen sitting inside.

A young man, wearing a white robe, with blond hair and pale golden eyes.

He sat in a high-backed chair, his hands resting on the armrests, his expression as calm as if he were taking a walk.

Alarm bells rang in Lynn's mind. The aura emanating from that young man was terrifying, even more so than Marcus's undead.

Stigmata!

Absolutely Saint-level!

His scalp tingled, his back broke out in a sweat, and his heart raced.

Why are there stigmata here?

This isn't the first line of defense, so how could a Saint-level being be here?

But he had no time to think, as the golden tent was flying toward him.

He didn't seem to be moving very fast, but with each step he got closer, the pressure on him increased.

Lynn turned and ran.

He instantly teleported onto the back of the bone dragon, which flapped its wings and took off, flying desperately toward the second line of defense.

At the same time, he opened the undead space and summoned a portal to recall all the main undead of the calamity level and above.

Megatron, Decepticons, Balrog, Frostwhale, Thing, Tree, Earth Dragon Rider, Demon Eye, All-Seeing, God Abomination, Fallen Angel, Graywing...

One by one, they transformed into streams of light and entered the realm of the dead.

After taking out the main force, Lynn ordered the remaining low-level undead to charge in the opposite direction to buy time.

Hundreds of thousands of low-level undead surged toward the Holy Light Legion like a tidal wave, only to be pulverized as if crashing into a reef.

As the holy light rained down, low-ranking undead fell in droves.

But they didn't retreat; they kept rushing.

Lynn didn't turn around. He knew that there wouldn't be many of those low-level undead, but he needed time.

The people inside the golden tent moved.

The Holy Son stood up from his chair, walked to the edge of the tent, and looked at the figure riding on the back of the bone dragon in the distance.

His finger twitched, then stopped.

We cannot make a move.

This is enemy territory. If he makes a move, he will reveal his location and attract the Holy Mark Wizard among the Black Wizards.

He could not allow the entire expeditionary force to be destroyed because of his own impulsiveness.

He withdrew his finger, turned around, and walked back to his chair to sit down.

"Chase him," he said calmly. "Don't let him get away."

The Holy Light Legion accelerated.

The angels flew at the forefront, the paladins ran wildly on the ground, and the priests maintained the barrier of holy light behind them.

The angels were moving very fast, and the distance between them was decreasing.

Lynn saw the beam of light.

The second line of defense!

The magic cannons on the city walls were glowing, and wizards were patrolling the towers.

He's almost there.

But the Holy Light Legion is almost here.

The six-winged angel leading the chase was less than three miles away from him.

The six-winged angel raised his lightsaber, and a golden sword aura flew out from the blade, heading straight for Lynn's back.

Lynn dodged to the side, the sword energy grazing his shoulder before striking the ground and creating a crater.

The second sword energy arrived.

Lynn swooped down and dodged the bone dragon.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

He dodged left and right, barely avoiding the attack, but the distance was still decreasing.

Just as the six-winged angel was about to catch up with him, a black light shot from the direction of the city wall and struck the six-winged angel in the chest.

The six-winged angel froze, then fell from the sky.

Lynn looked up and saw a huge black semicircle, and breathed a sigh of relief.

That was Marcus's Stigmata Domain, spreading out from the direction of the city wall, like a giant bowl covering the entire wasteland.

There was no light, no sound, only endless darkness in the realm.

The Holy Light Legion that had pursued them was swallowed by darkness; the angels' lightsabers were extinguished, the paladins' armor dimmed, and the priests' badges went out of light.

They struggled in the darkness like ants that had fallen into water.

Another semicircle, also golden, emanated from the golden tent and collided with the black semicircle.

The two fields are in a standoff, each occupying half the sky.

The black side represents death, while the golden side represents holy light.

On the boundary line, space is distorted, air is burning, and the ground is cracking.

Marcus's voice came from the direction of the city wall; it wasn't loud, but it could be heard throughout the entire battlefield.

"You scum of the Holy Light faction, how dare you run wild on my territory?"

The Holy Son stood up from his chair, walked to the edge of the tent, and looked at the black semicircle in the distance.

His expression remained unchanged, but he tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

can not fight.

This is not his home turf. The opposing Saint Mark Wizard is no weaker than him, and this is the Black Wizard's defensive line. The opposing side has city walls, magic cannons, and defensive magic arrays.

If this drags on any longer, he won't be able to leave once the enemy's reinforcements arrive.

"Withdraw," said the Holy Son.

The Holy Light domain began to shrink, engulfing the Holy Light Legion and moving towards the first line of defense.

It was very fast, even faster than when it arrived.

Marcus didn't give chase; the opposing Holy Son was too difficult to deal with, and he couldn't take him down by himself.

He stood on the city wall, watching the golden semicircle shrink smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared into the end of the wasteland.