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The greater your ability, the more you have to worry. Zhao Yuanlang rushed to Sarion without stopping. He received the letter sent by eagle from Marius and Ulric.

The heretic army originally in New Gal was possessed by some evil spirit and suddenly headed north. Their purpose was to meet up with Aigre's Legion of the Fallen. Aigre's army was at the ferry crossing of the Sarion River south of Sarion.

Needless to say, their target was Sarion. As for the legion call issued by Marius and Ulric, there was no need to think about it. Issus could not get any reinforcements. The Dread Legion of Maltis and the army of the Snake Cult stronghold east of Emmeline were dispatched together, and another Snake Cult army landed on Seze. They must have colluded with each other.

The damn snake god Az Dahaka and the evil god Erida Oxso have joined forces. Zhao Yuanlang couldn't help cursing these two guys in his heart.

The gods of Pendor are quite interesting, they all believe in becoming gods, well, they are definitely powerful, but they are also deeply poisoned by their faith.

Their divine bodies are surrounded by faith, which makes them unable to move, because every action they take consumes a huge amount of faith, and when too much faith is consumed, they have to help people realize their wishes.

Besides, those beliefs are not pure. There are too many people who believe in them, which forces them to constantly refine and improve those not-so-good beliefs.

They can only reserve a small portion of their spiritual consciousness to inspect the continent and send down their incarnation when necessary.

Why was Aigre, who was in hell, able to challenge the evil god and escape with the help of sacrifice? It was because the incarnation of the evil god could not do anything to Aigre at all.

Zhao Yuanlang arrived in Sarion at noon. Zhao Yuanlang was a little tired. After all, he had been flying for the whole morning and had consumed a lot of his true energy. After eating and drinking a big meal in the palace, he began to sit cross-legged and practice.

There was no one in the hall, only the cold winter wind blowing madly outside the hall, but suddenly a horn sounded in the city.

Ulrich and Marius rushed in hastily because the news was very bad. A coalition of more than 2400 heretics were clamoring outside the city.

Although they had no siege equipment, they built an altar directly outside the city. Hundreds of citizens of the empire knelt in rows under the altar, and the Fallen let out hideous howls and looked at this group of humans.

The heretic black knights controlled their war horses and patrolled back and forth among the heretic army.

Zhao Yuanlang still ignored the anxious Marius and Ulrich. He slowly breathed in and out and ended the practice. He slowly raised his head and summoned the hammer of the Witch-king of Angmar from the space.

The leader of the heretic army, the Gloomy Eye, was destroying Aigre. He sat on a throne made of white bones, looking at the altar and laughing for no apparent reason.

Under his throne of bones, on one side were thirty demon undead warriors, who were the loyal servants of the evil god Erida Oxso, and on the other side were his elite men - the Fallen Ghosts. They were the most elite men that Aigre took away when he escaped from hell. Although they were not as strong as the demon undead warriors, their numbers were huge, nearly two hundred.

The heretic supplicants knelt before Aigre's throne and reported to him on the progress of the altar construction.

The great lord who escaped from hell sat on the throne, leaning on his black knife. Anxiao had no expression on his dry face as if it was burned by fire, only his dark yellow eyes looked towards the city of Sarion from time to time.

The gate of Sarion suddenly opened, Aigle stood up, and his men all looked towards the gate.

Zhao Yuanlang appeared, riding a demon charging warhorse, wearing golden imperial armor, a golden imperial special-shaped emperor helmet with purple mane, and a purple cape behind him, and walked out slowly. Behind him followed his loyal griffin and the elite knights of the Shadow Knights.

The trumpets are blowing and the drums are beating.

The demon undead warriors looked at Zhao Yuanlang and raised their heads and screamed miserably. They climbed onto the demon charging horses and rushed towards Zhao Yuanlang at the city gate.

Just as the fallen ghosts were preparing to act, Aigle stood up and let out an incomprehensible howl. The group of fallen ghosts immediately quieted down and stayed where they were.

Is that so, Aigle, do you want to let these scumbags under the evil god Ereda Oxso test their abilities? Or do you want to consume the power of the heretics?

Zhao Yuanlang gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the Demon Charge Horse started running.

The charge of thirty demon undead warriors was spectacular. They were divided into two echelons. The demon undead warriors in the first echelon held demon swords and round shields, while the demon undead warriors in the second echelon held demon javelins that could be used as both long spears and javelins.

Zhao Yuanlang rode his horse forward alone, holding the reins in his left hand carelessly, the demon sword in his right hand, and the meteor hammer of the Witch King of Angmar, dragging on the ground.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. The group of demon undead warriors let out shrill howls and, relying on their strong physical advantages, began to shoot at Zhao Yuanlang with javelins.

Fierce and fast, Zhao Yuanlang held a shield in one hand and the Witch-king of Angmar's meteor hammer in the other, swinging it continuously to block the continuous demonic spears.

Sparks flew everywhere; the javelins came at him with unabated force and power.

As for why Zhao Yuanlang didn't use his ultimate skill to directly smash them to pieces, it was because once he used his ultimate skill, he could definitely kill off this group of heretic armies, but Aigle and these demon undead warriors would definitely be scared and turn around and run away, and the damage they would cause by wandering around the empire would be very great.

When those demon undead warriors saw that Zhao Yuanlang had blocked their attacks, they turned their eyes and many of them began to target the demon charging horse under Zhao Yuanlang's crotch.

There was nothing that could be done. Zhao Yuanlang could only watch as the demon charging horse under his crotch was hit by more than a dozen spears, gradually slowed down, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the demon undead warriors in the front row arrived, and they waved their demon swords one by one and slashed at Zhao Yuanlang who was rolling on the ground.

But what they didn't expect was that Zhao Yuanlang's forward roll did not delay his attack at all. He simply swung the Witch King of Angmar in his hand and swept it across.

The group of demonic undead warriors reined in their horses and surrounded Zhao Yuanlang in a fan shape.

Finally they stopped, and a much stronger demon undead warrior dismounted and walked up to Zhao Yuanlang.

"One on one?" Zhao Yuanlang looked at the demon undead warrior standing in front of him with contempt!

"Human, I admit that you are very powerful, but that's all I can do. Come on!"

Zhao Yuanlang smiled and swung the meteor hammer of the Witch King of Angmar in his hand towards the demon undead warrior on the head. It was fast and fierce. The demon undead warrior hurriedly raised his shield to defend himself.

But he was too confident, and the entire shield was broken into pieces. The demon undead warrior was knocked away by the huge force and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up, but he found a pair of feet in front of him, and then he saw his head flying high.

The originally noisy demon undead warriors suddenly stopped, and they looked on in a daze as the most powerful one among them was beheaded so easily.

It was a good opportunity. Zhao Yuanlang took a wrong step and instantly rode on the horse of the dead demon undead warrior. He swung the meteor hammer and started slaughtering this group of demon undead warriors.

That's right, it was a massacre. This group of demon undead warriors were no match for Zhao Yuanlang at all. Zhao Yuanlang was like beating a child, using a first-rate star hammer for each one.

Soon, more than a dozen demon undead warriors were killed or injured. Seeing that the situation was not good, the rest turned their horses around and ran back.

But many of them were unable to run back and died at the hands of the demon javelins that Zhao Yuanlang picked up.