Archdemon

Rules intertwined in this death cloud, countless magic powers gathered from Huo Ling and the surrounding undead spellcasters into this cloud.

The death rules in the cloud constantly extracted the power of the plane rules, expanding the range of the spell.

This death cloud seemed to multiply, expanding rapidly, and constantly expanding.

The originally dim fourth-layer continent, at this time, was like being covered by a thick sky.

In the clouds, there were thunder sounds from time to time, and in the rolling clouds, cold death lightning could be seen.

As the range of the undead disaster extended larger and larger, the concentration of death magic in this area became more and more amazing.

The light gray fog slowly fell from the sky like a gauze net, making this area more hazy.

When the coalition forces of the Hemer plane arrived at this preset battlefield, Huo Ling had almost made it his home court.

Cecil looked at the surrounding environment with a serious look, and he spoke in a steady voice: "Let the priests try to dispel the dark clouds in the sky!"

Cecil's order was quickly issued, not only Cecil, but also the popes of other churches noticed that something was wrong with the dark clouds.

The priests cast spells together, and even many archbishops or cardinals of the sanctuary level joined in.

The huge divine art that gathered rushed into the sky, and a dazzling divine light rose from the ground like a meteor, and then shot into the dark clouds.

This joint divine art only dispelled a small piece of dark clouds.

Seeing this scene, Cecil's eyes became more serious, when he saw that the dispelled dark clouds did not take too long to gather again.

Even this knowledgeable son of God on earth could not help but take a breath of cold air.

He felt the death magic that fell beside him, like mist, and stretched out his hand to hold it and crushed it.

There is still some distance from the enemy's army here, and this place is affected by the magic of death.

Cecil looked at the enemy in the distance, and the enemy there was almost hidden in the gray-white fog.

These thick fogs are all death magic.

In the thick fog, it is almost impossible to see the traces of the enemy, only the weak green soul fire is still emitting light.

"Your Majesty! These clouds cannot be completely dispelled!"

A cardinal came to Cecil and reported with a grim face.

The main force of the coalition has arrived here. Cecil looked at the clouds of the undead disaster that could not be dispelled, and knew that the longer he waited, the more unfavorable this battlefield would be for them.

After Cecil communicated with other popes around him, he decided to start a battle directly.

Millions of coalition forces, with varying strengths, but their idea at this time was the same, that is, to destroy this invader.

Cecil took out a huge horn, he stood on a high platform, and did not make any speech.

The battlefield stretched out for hundreds of miles. Even if he gave a pre-war speech, not many soldiers could hear him.

The horn in Cecil's hand was used by the God of Light before he ascended to the throne. It was a holy object.

"Woo!!!"

"Woo!!!!"

Cecil blew the golden horn, and an invisible wave of divine power spread throughout the battlefield.

All the soldiers of the coalition army felt their bodies tremble slightly, and their hearts were filled with countless desires for battle and victory.

Countless officers and generals drew their weapons and shouted loudly: "Attack!"

"Kill!"

"Kill these heretics!"

"Cut down these undead!"

Like a huge wave, countless clergy soldiers arranged themselves into neat military formations and rushed towards the enemy.

Colorful divine arts fell on these clergy soldiers.

Enhanced their defense, speed, and attack power.

In the sky, clergy of various sanctuary levels also launched attacks, and they were facing the undead sanctuary.

The battle was almost intense at the beginning.

Arrows, javelins, axes, flying knives, and various long-range attacks were fired at both sides.

Divine arts and magic fell like raindrops, some were dispersed in the air, and some fell into the military formations of both sides, exploding a large area of ​​blood or a pile of bone fragments.

Such a battle was just an appetizer.

Behind the church coalition, there were many high-level priests waiting here.

Under them were a large number of divine text arrays, and altars were arranged here one by one.

Every church had such an arrangement, and these priests were praying, and at the same timeAt this time, the incarnation of the gods was led to the world.

The Pope of the God of Glory, Cecil, was also praying on a huge altar with his head down, and countless divine runes were floating around him.

Dazzling divine light shot up into the sky, forming a huge divine array in the air.

After a long prayer and summoning, a figure filled with divine light was slowly summoned out of the divine array.

As soon as he appeared, he released countless divine brilliance, and countless divine runes condensed into streamers, rotating around this figure.

The sun in the sky was not even as dazzling as this powerful incarnation at this moment.

When the dazzling light dissipated, the God of Glory had already appeared in the air of this battlefield.

"Glory... for me... kill the invading enemy!"

A majestic voice sounded, resounding in the ears of all the believers of the God of Glory.

The powerful pressure on his body was radiated without reservation, showing his power to everyone.

The followers of the God of Glory cheered, their faces flushed, some even had tears in their eyes, what a glory it was.

They could actually see the gods while they were alive, the gods they believed in!

They would also participate in this battle with the gods they believed in!

What a glory it was!

This was a miracle!

Perhaps when they were old, surrounded by their children and grandchildren, they would still feel excited when they recalled this scene.

Not only did the incarnation of the God of Glory appear, but the incarnations of other gods were also constantly descending.

On Cecil's side, his work had not stopped yet, because in addition to the God of Glory, there were also two of His servants who were to be summoned down at this time.

One by one, powerful incarnations of gods, or servants, were summoned.

The morale of all the clergymen was directly bursting, they shouted the names of gods, and launched wars fearlessly.

At this moment, they knew that they would fight on the same battlefield with the gods. At this moment, even if they died in battle, it would be an act of supreme honor.