Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

With all seven key points destroyed, the entire alchemical array shattered.

After the formation was broken, hundreds of thousands of alchemists suffered a backlash and all collapsed. Some of them were at critical junctures and suffered even more severe backlashes, dying instantly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the four alchemists and Casper tried to escape.

But there are only a few important figures, and they are all being closely watched. How could they possibly escape?

Lynn defeated the four alchemists one by one, taking their bodies and souls for himself.

The spatial anchoring of the Demon Eye confined Casper's movement to a very small area, the Chaos Dragon blocked his only possible escape route with its body, and the Dark Wolf King's attack sealed his side, preventing him from moving in any direction.

Casper took one last look at the battlefield, at the routing alchemists, holding a short-range teleportation beacon in his hand, but never activating it.

Because the beacon was pointing in the direction where Aldrick was in seclusion, and he didn't want to lead the enemy there.

Lynn landed in front of him, and the Myriad Sacred Marks closed in, like a net that was closing.

Casper did not move again, nor did he beg for mercy again, as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

Lynn put away his physical body and soul, and turned to look at the battlefield.

The Alchemy Legion had collapsed, and the soldiers began to scatter and flee, but they were surrounded by enemies and there was no way to escape.

Several portals of light opened across the battlefield, and more undead poured out to join the fray.

These undead are significantly higher in rank than the four legions, belonging to Lynn's elite legions.

Angel Legion, Dragon Legion, Megatron, Decepticons, Bone Dragon, Stone Golem, Great Tree, Undead Overlord, Horde Queen, Frost Whale,...

They quickly cleared away the remnants on the battlefield.

The goblin bombardment has ceased because there are no longer any dense targets worth bombing.

The orcs were still slaughtering the remaining soldiers who were trying to escape the battlefield; their figures had already become blurry black dots in the distance.

Human forces are gathering prisoners, concentrating those still capable of movement in a low-lying area, where they are guarded by heavy infantry.

Those alchemists who had lost the ability to resist were no exception; they were separated, bound, and imprisoned.

Large numbers of undead are wandering back and forth on the battlefield, harvesting the cooling corpses and transforming the remaining vitality into the starting point of the power of the dead.

The world's will also sensed the annihilation of the Alchemist Legion and couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

The sky has changed.

The wind rose and the clouds surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Bolts of lightning struck down from the clouds, crashing onto the ground at the edge of the battlefield, filling the orcs with fear.

Thunder followed closely after the lightning, rolling across the sky in waves, as if something was churning above the clouds.

The wind surged in from all directions at once, stirring up dust and gravel, sweeping across the remaining ruins and scorched vegetation of the battlefield.

The world's will is expressing its anger in its own way.

Lynn stood on the back of the Chaos Dragon, looking at the sky that was changing color, let out a disdainful sneer, and then looked away.

It's just impotent rage.

He still has a lot of things to do. Once he's done, he'll deal with this clueless guy.

The four armies continued to spread in all directions, slaughtering all life in the world.

...

When news of Casper's defeat spread, the entire alchemy world was in an uproar.

The first to lose their will to resist were the mid-level alchemists stationed on the second line of defense.

They were originally waiting for orders, for a counterattack from higher authorities, and for some alchemy master to bring reinforcements from a certain direction.

Once the news of Casper's defeat was confirmed, the waiting itself became meaningless.

The enemy... can no longer be held back!

In some cities, the surrender flags were raised within half an hour of the news arriving, and the city gates opened from the inside, with the alchemists stationed on either side of the gates having already laid down their weapons.

The city walls still bore the inscriptions of a defensive alchemical array, but the array patterns had darkened, indicating that it had given up resistance.

After the city gates opened, the allied forces did not stop. Undead and orcs poured in through the gates, their pace not slowing down because of the white flag.

The sorcerers at the city gate watched the undead pass by, their eyes filled with terror.

They had no idea what fate awaited them.

The undead ignored them and continued to advance.

A small orc squad paused as they passed by. The leader glanced at the unarmed alchemists, grinned, and then continued on his way.

That smile, however, was even more chilling.

The resistance in the other city lasted a little longer.

They closed the city gates ahead of time, activated the alchemical array on the city walls, and the walls were filled with people willing to continue defending the city.

However, when the first round of shells landed on the surface of the city wall, the light of the array patterns only flashed a few times before visible cracks appeared, and gaps rapidly expanded on the surface covered by the array patterns.

The sorcerers guarding the city were still trying to maintain the array patterns, with some pressing their hands on the runes inside the city walls to continuously output their mental energy.

However, the energy did not flow into the array patterns as expected, but dissipated near the point of contact.

This scene caused all the alchemists' will to resist to quickly fade away.

A young sorcerer standing behind the battlements watched as the array patterns beneath his palms slowly dimmed, and he broke down in tears.

The city gates were quickly blasted open, and the dead poured in, causing the crowds in the streets to scatter and flee.

Those cities that heard the news began to evacuate their residents ahead of time. Some carried bundles and children out of the city, while others pushed wooden carts along the streets.

The city gate was crowded with people, pushing and shouting all mixed together.

A man pushing a wooden cart was pushed into a ditch by the roadside. The cart overturned, and the bedding tied to it scattered on the muddy ground.

He didn't pick it up. He lay down by the ditch, took a few breaths, got up, and continued walking towards the city gate.

If you're about to die, what use are bedding?

Most of the shops on both sides of the street had their doors and windows closed, and in the few shops that were still open, people were looting.

The entire city was in chaos.

The allied forces have advanced to the outskirts of the city.

The shelling began. The first volley landed on the open ground in front of the city walls, followed by the second, the third...

After several rounds of bombardment, obvious cracks began to appear on the array patterns on the surface of the city wall, and many rune nodes could no longer conduct energy normally.

After the city gates were blasted open, the undead rushed in first, followed by the orcs.

Those who were still walking out of the street quickened their pace after hearing the sound of the city gate shattering and the footsteps of the undead rushing in. Some even threw down their bundles and started running.

The entire city was officially captured.

The massacre continues!

At dusk, a city issued a formal surrender document to the allied forces.

The acting commander of that city stood at the city gate for a long time. The two rows of garrison soldiers inside the city gate had already laid down their weapons, with neatly stacked weapons beside them, showing that they had voluntarily surrendered.

The acting commander walked about half a mile through the city gate toward the allied forces before being stopped by a group of orc scouts.

After explaining his purpose, he was taken to the Allied camp.

An orc quartermaster received him but did not accept the surrender document, saying that they could not make decisions here and that they needed to wait for orders from above.

He stood outside the tent for about an hour.

The final order came from the rear, and it was very brief: Continue the advance and annihilate all the enemy!