Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn stood on the back of the Chaos Dragon, watching the four trails of smoke disappear into the distance, then commanded the Chaos Dragon to turn around and fly towards the core region of the world.

He didn't go with any team; he had other things to do.

The real war has only just begun, and he needs to start making his plans.

During Aldrick's seclusion, he also worked hard to clear all obstacles for the final battle!

Now, the four teams are also four baits, enough to lure out all those high-level alchemists.

Then... wipe them all out!

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After the four teams began sweeping in four directions, they dispersed again into countless smaller teams.

The villages and towns along the way were all captured, and countless indigenous people were killed or injured.

The first major city was breached by the evening of the second day.

It was a city built on a plain, with walls made of dark gray stone, about twenty meters high, and inlaid with glowing alchemical patterns.

The array patterns form a thin, continuously flowing light film on the surface of the city wall, which can resist physical impacts and energy attacks.

It would have been difficult to breach this city with ordinary attacks, but it couldn't withstand the continuous bombardment from the goblins' technological weapons!

It only began to crack after being bombarded by magic cannons and magic tanks for half an hour.

It started as a tiny crack, and then extended to both sides along the direction of the array pattern.

The light membrane on the city wall was still operating, but it would be breached sooner or later if this continued. So the alchemists also freed up some of their men to fight back.

An alchemist stood behind the battlements, his hands pressed against the wall, and silvery-white alchemical arrays spread from his palms toward the ground outside the city.

The array patterns burrowed into the soil like tree roots, and then suddenly activated beneath the tracks of the magic tank.

The ground exploded, sending rubble and dirt flying in all directions. A tank's tracks were blown off, the vehicle tilted to one side, and the gun barrel was embedded in the ground.

On the other side, the alchemist used moisture and metal particles in the air to condense them into slender metal arrows.

The arrows appeared out of thin air and rained down on the goblin army's position like a silver storm.

The barrels of the front row of magic cannons were pierced, the muzzles tilted to one side, and the shells being loaded exploded, killing the goblins who were loading them.

Some warlocks manipulate the earth's ley lines to make a large area of ​​ground in front of the battle lines muddy and soft, making it difficult for armored units to move.

But these countermeasures did not last long.

The divine abomination descended from the sky, its wings spread, and a chaotic, grayish-white power emanated from its body and spread outwards.

When the chaotic power came into contact with those array patterns, it directly shattered them and caused them to lose their structure.

The patterns on the alchemical array went completely dark after the chaotic power swept over them.

The alchemists on the city wall could still see the direction of the array patterns, but those patterns could no longer hold energy.

What kind of method is this? How can it directly destroy the alchemy array?

The alchemists guarding the city walls had been casting spells continuously for the entire afternoon.

They alternately output energy to maintain the composite alchemical array on the city wall.

They were able to cope with the first few rounds of bombing, as the protective array of the city walls could absorb some of the impact on its own, and the speed at which the cracks healed could barely keep up with the speed of destruction.

However, as the bombing intensity continued to increase, the efficiency of those array patterns in absorbing energy began to decline, the cracks healed more and more slowly, and the cracks began to spread faster than they could be repaired.

Those roaring cannons seemed tireless, as if their energy was inexhaustible.

The machine may not get tired, but people do!

The alchemists on the city wall began to adjust their positions, moving those in the back to the front and allowing those who had consumed more mental energy to retreat to the back to rest.

A mid-level alchemist dressed in a dark gray robe stood beside the highest crenellation of the city wall.

He had been standing there for a long time, his gaze fixed on the churning dust at the horizon, his face full of worry.

Where did these enemies come from? Why did they suddenly appear outside the city?

With such a terrifying number of enemies, can we really hold out until reinforcements arrive?

And is there really reinforcement?

As the alchemical array on the city wall was breached, the defensive array gradually became ineffective, and the city's overall defenses plummeted.

Seeing that the tortoise shell had finally been broken, the divine beast swooped down from the clouds at great speed.

Its wings were close to its sides as it crashed into the breach in the city wall like a gray-white meteor.

"Boom—"

As it landed, it spread its wings, and a grayish-white shockwave exploded from beneath its feet, blasting away the nearest alchemists.

Their bodies crashed into the stone walls inside the city wall; some slid down, while others clung to the cracks in the stones at the corners.

Led by the grey-robed alchemist, the remaining alchemists began to manipulate the world's rules in an attempt to put up a final resistance.

Silver-white alchemical array patterns lit up in the air inside and outside the city walls. The array patterns rose from the ground and formed a semi-transparent barrier, attempting to force the divine evil back.

The god opened its mouth, and a grayish-white breath gushed out from deep within its throat.

Upon contact with that barrier, the silvery-white array patterns began to shatter, spreading outward from the center before completely disintegrating.

The last resistance... failed!

Seeing that the city was about to fall, some of the people on the city wall began to run.

At first there were only a few scattered individuals, but then they grew into a group.

The screams pierced through the sounds of explosions and the rumble of collapsing city walls, like a string stretched to its limit suddenly snapping.

The smoke and dust were still billowing, obscuring the view.

Those who were still trying to maintain the alchemical array began to retreat. Some were still chanting incantations, but their voices were drowned out by the surrounding chaos, and only their lips could be heard moving.

An alchemist dressed in a light gold robe stood still, continuously sending distress signals into the air.

One after another, beams of silvery-white light shot out from his fingertips, passing through the smoke and fire, and flying towards the core of the world.

He himself was subsequently buried by the collapsing stone wall, his hand still holding the signal in a releasing posture.

The undead poured in through the breach, rushing madly towards every living creature.

They pounced on anyone they saw, showing no fear of swords or death; their frenzied ferocity terrified the soldiers guarding the city, who retreated repeatedly.

A young soldier stood guard on the city wall, his sword broken, only half remaining.

As he turned, he was pounced on by a skeleton soldier, and amidst the soldier's screams, the two of them fell over the city wall at the same time.

With a muffled thud, a mass of flesh and a pile of broken bones appeared beneath the city wall.

The orcs let out bloodthirsty roars and began hunting down the city's residents.

They were faster and more thorough than the undead, leaving no house untouched in the city.

A shirtless orc smashed open the blacksmith's shop door with a hammer, and the blacksmith stood behind the door trembling.

Seeing the orcs charging at him, he quickly grabbed his iron hammer and met them head-on.

The two hammers collided in mid-air with a loud bang, and the blacksmith was sent flying backward. Before he could stand up, the orc smashed a hammer on his head, and he was completely still.

After the orc killed the blacksmith, he looked around and found a large amount of weapons and equipment, and was overjoyed.

These tools are far superior to the equipment it has.

It first threw away the iron hammer in its hand, replaced it with the blacksmith's iron hammer, and then went out and let out a roar.

Then a large number of orcs poured into the blacksmith shop, ransacking it completely, even the warehouse at the back was looted.

Human troops have also entered the city.

They advanced slowly in neat rows, quieter and more efficient than the orcs.

Then... he also raised the butcher's knife.

Those who were still alive began to run towards other city gates, attempting to escape the city.

But the monsters have already surrounded the city, and there are large numbers of enemies in every direction.

They're going to massacre the entire city!

With the deaths of a large number of indigenous people, the world's will is lessening its pressure on these "extraterrestrial demons," as if a heavy weight is being slowly removed from their bodies.

This further "unlocked" the combat power of the four armies!

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