Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The second great city that the divine monstrosity breached had more defenders than the first, and the alchemical array patterns on the city walls were also denser.

The defending troops received advance notice of the fall of the city, giving them ample time to reinforce the defenses. They added three new alchemy arrays to the inner side of the city walls and also stockpiled more energy crystals.

When the army led by the god appeared on the horizon, the city walls were already filled with people, including soldiers and alchemists.

The alchemists lined up, their palms pressed against the runes on the surface of the city wall.

A complex alchemical array was also set up on the plains outside the city, with three layers of arrays stacked on top of each other, covering the entire open area.

The entire plain was like a giant trap, every inch of the ground imbued with the alchemist's will and energy.

After the war began, the defending side did indeed hold out longer than the first city.

Their composite alchemical array effectively halted the goblin army's advance in the early stages.

When the shells landed on the array patterns, the patterns would flash briefly before returning to normal. The activated traps significantly slowed down the advance of the vanguard.

But the goblin troops ignored them; their fortifications were impregnable, and the bombardment lasted for two whole hourglasses!

The recovery speed of those array patterns gradually couldn't keep up.

The alchemists inside the city walls were also beginning to show signs of fatigue and could only supply energy in shifts.

Some people pressed their hands on the runes and continued to output damage, while others leaned against the wall for a short rest.

The high-ranking alchemist on the city wall was still directing the casting of spells, his gaze fixed on the horizon, waiting for the right moment.

The distress signal has been sent, and reinforcements should arrive soon!

Half a day later, there was still no sign of reinforcements, and two of the three layers of alchemical array outside the city had been breached.

The third layer is still there, but several cracks have appeared.

The divine calamity had been observing from high above, watching the silvery-white barrier below that was deforming, and knew that the time had come.

He swooped down, ignoring the alchemists' concentrated attacks. The chaotic gray-white energy pressed his hand onto the array patterns, disintegrating the remaining energy circuits from within.

The alchemists inside the city wall simultaneously sensed that the array patterns had failed, and were greatly alarmed.

Some people looked down at their palms, while others tried to reactivate the array by channeling energy, but the array patterns no longer responded to their mental energy.

The high-ranking alchemist on the city wall remained silent, standing there looking down at the dissipating silvery-white light on the inner side of the wall.

He neither continued to maintain the alchemy array nor ordered a retreat, but simply watched as the array patterns gradually dimmed.

Ultimately, I failed to defend this city.

The city has fallen.

The undead flooded into the city, and because they had converted the natives into undead along the way, their numbers were greater than in the first city.

They advanced along the street, and nothing in their path could escape their clutches.

The soldiers and alchemists defending the city fought against the undead on the city walls and streets. Some used the rules of the ground to raise earth, stones and bone spikes to block the influx of undead, while others tried to escape.

The corpses of the slain alchemists rose again shortly after landing, their eye sockets now glowing a ghostly green.

The fall of this city was even faster than the first; it took less than an hour from the breach to its complete demise.

Inside, it had been completely transformed into a living hell.

It was at this time that Casper, who was on the march, received news of the fall of the second city.

He put the message crystal away, a flash of angry fire in his eyes.

These "extraterrestrial demons" are too arrogant! Do they really think we alchemists are just sitting around doing nothing?!

Upon receiving news of the fall of the second city, Casper's massive army quickened its pace and marched at breakneck speed toward the location of the Divine Abomination.

Five alchemists and their elite troops advanced northward along the edge of the mountains in the central part of the continent.

The army now numbers eight million, a small portion of whom are alchemists, while the majority are soldiers sent from various cities.

Casper redistributed the formation along the way, spreading the alchemists into three columns, each column maintaining a distance from the others where they could provide support at any time.

The scouts ahead stopped every so often to observe the tracks on the ground. The number of tracks was constantly increasing, as if a large number of creatures had just passed through.

On the evening of the third day, Casper's troops stopped at the edge of a valley.

There were numerous footprints and track tracks on the open ground ahead, and the turned-up soil was not completely dry. Judging from the dryness, at least one team had just passed by.

Casper did not order the advance to continue. Instead, he had the troops set up camp on the spot and sent out more scouts to scout ahead.

An hour later, the scout returned with news: there was an enemy army marching ahead, larger than expected.

Casper had the team assemble and adjust their formation to a battle formation.

We can't wait any longer; we must defeat this army as soon as possible and then rescue the other cities.

Before dawn, Casper was already standing at the front of the line.

The ground beneath his feet was hard, compressed into a dense, hard shell by countless footprints and tracks.

Casper's gaze swept across the open field and landed on the opposite horizon.

The billowing dust was slowly approaching, and Casper could make out the advancing column, its greyish-white figures appearing and disappearing in the distance at the front.

He sensed the fluctuations of that chaotic power, exactly as described in the message crystal.

That grayish-white figure could dissolve the structure of alchemical arrays and dismantle the alchemist's channels for accessing the world's rules.

At the same time, the Divine Abominations also noticed this large army, and the undead legion quickly adjusted its formation to meet the alchemist army.

Before it, the undead under its command had begun to advance.

Casper didn't turn around. He raised his right hand and pointed forward: "Keep advancing, maintain formation, don't scatter."

The Alchemist Legion has moved.

The alchemists in the front row pressed their hands to the ground, and silvery-white alchemical arrays seeped from their palms, spreading forward along the ground.

The array patterns pierced through the rubble and withered grass, and suddenly activated upon contact with the vanguard of the allied forces.

The ground exploded, sending rubble and dirt flying in all directions. The front-line skeletons were thrown to the ground, their skeletons breaking and scattering in the impact.

But the undead behind did not stop; they continued forward, stepping over the remains of their companions, without slowing down.

Casper stood at the rear and did not participate in the spellcasting on the front lines.

His gaze remained fixed on the greyish-white figure, the enemy capable of countering the alchemical array.

Although I don't doubt the authenticity of the message in the crystal, I haven't seen it with my own eyes or experienced it firsthand.

Casper wanted to see what this strange guy's grayish-white energy was and whether it could break his alchemical array.