Archdemon

Huo Ling looked around the battlefield.

On the battlefield, there were fallen bodies everywhere, priests, noble soldiers, and their bodies were like fallen wheat.

Of course, there were also many corpses of the undead. On the battlefield, there were scattered bones and broken armor fragments everywhere.

In the legendary battle, Huo Ling won an all-round victory, and none of his legends died in the battle.

There were only a few who were seriously injured, and they were all projections.

This was something Huo Ling was quite relieved about.

For the injured legends, there would be enough time for them to recuperate, especially the injuries of the undead legends.

Huo Ling could help them recover. At the same time, there were so many corpses of priests on the battlefield. Although their souls were gone, their bodies could still be absorbed by the undead, and their blood and flesh essence could be used to recover their injuries.

In this area, in addition to the undead warriors that Huo Ling originally summoned, there were also many skeletons and zombies awakened by the undead scourge.

The combat effectiveness of these undeads is low. Now that the war is over, adhering to the principle of not wasting, Huo Ling began to order these undeads to gather towards the center of the battlefield.

Here, Huo Ling collected them all in the skeleton plane to contribute to the construction of the skeleton plane.

In the end, Huo Ling looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, thinking in his eyes.

Then he flew up, opened his arms, and began to gather the magic power condensed by the entire undead disaster towards himself.

The rule power and magic power gathered by these undead disasters cannot be wasted. With so many lives dead here, the rules of death have become more superficial.

The rolling dark clouds in the sky are gathering towards Huo Ling. This scene is like a surging tide.

And Huo Ling under the clouds, the speed at which he extracts these magic powers makes these dark clouds form a huge vortex.

"Boom boom!"

There were rolling thunder in the dark clouds. These death thunders were not able to escape Huo Ling's absorption and were slowly swallowed into his body.

During this process, the pressure from Huo Ling's body became stronger and stronger, and more and more oppressive.

Even after absorbing all the dark clouds brought by the undead disaster, Huo Ling never broke away from his practice.

This practice lasted for more than a month.

In the shocked eyes of the gods, Huo Ling stretched his body. The result of this battle made Huo Ling's strength rise again.

At this time, Huo Ling's spellcaster level had reached the eighth legendary stage, comparable to the existence of powerful gods in this plane.

At this time, Huo Ling's power was even stronger. Even if the gods summoned the incarnation again to fight Huo Ling, they would not get any good results.

What's more, if these gods want to condense the incarnation, they can't condense it without spending decades.

…

The army’s advance was unusually smooth.

The war in the extraordinary world is completely different from the war among mortals.

After the main force was lost, they basically lost the ability to resist again.

Elite soldiers can never be trained in a few years.

As for the strong men in the Holy Domain who were almost killed, there is no need to think about recovery without decades.

The strength of the churches in the Hemel plane has reached the lowest point in history at this time.

On the fourth-layer continent, cities were occupied one after another, and churches and temples were overthrown and destroyed one after another.

Statues and holy emblems were melted one by one.

In the spiritual world, Huo Ling was submissive to the temples and churches of the gods, but in the Hemel plane, Huo Ling directly hit hard.

Fear of gods?

This made Huo Ling, who was so powerful, not afraid at all in the Hemel plane.

During the process of the army's advancement, it was not without resistance, but the resistance of these remaining forces was like an egg hitting a stone in front of Huo Ling's army.

...

In a city on the fourth-layer continent.

This is a city that believes in the god of war.

Although the main combat force of the city has been withdrawn to participate in the previous decisive battle with the invaders.

But at this time, for the sake of their own lives, the priests who stayed in the city still stood up bravely.

They recruited troops, called on believers, and in a short time, they raised a force to defend the city.

Although these soldiers defending the city were a mob, for their lives, everyone was willing to fight.

On a tower in the city, the highest-ranking priest in the city, a small priest, was standing here.

The priest was already very old, with a full face of beard and hair.All gray, he held up the staff in his hand and shouted:

"The plane invaders are all undead. They will slaughter every city they pass through, and all lives will be converted into blasphemous undead!"

"For the Hemer plane!"

"For our Lord, the God of War!"

"For everyone!"

"All people with fighting power should join the work of defending the city. May the glory of the God of War shine on all of us!"

"May the God of War bless His Lamb!"

All the young and middle-aged people in the city were mobilized. Regardless of their age, whether they practiced fighting spirit or not, whether they were professionals or not, they all joined the defense of the city that was related to their life and death.

The professionals put on simple armor, picked up weapons and climbed to the top of the city.

Ordinary people transported various city defense materials and even reinforced the city walls. Even these walls without runes could be easily destroyed.

Everyone was in panic, and the clergy spared no effort to spread the horror of the plane invaders to everyone.

When the undead army marched here, the farce reached its climax.

The soldiers guarding the city looked at the hideous and terrifying undead soldiers in the distance, and they were all terrified.

Of course, in times of crisis, many heroes will emerge in any world.

They may have been just small figures, but at critical moments, they can always burst out with amazing human brilliance.

"Don't be afraid! They are just skeletons! We will definitely win!" A burly man shouted.

Someone recognized him. He was originally the head of a gang in the city.

This man used to oppress the people in the city and was a lackey of the nobles. I don't know how many people hated him.

But at this critical moment of life and death, his appearance gave many people courage unconsciously.

Maybe the skeletons outside the city are not that powerful, they can definitely defend the city.