Chapter 709
709 I’m going to start acting cool (2)
But at this time, the power of the arcane Empire was revealed.
The death Knight’s attack had failed. The nightmare warhorse neighed and left a series of footprints in the air as it trod on the flames. It headed toward the gap in the floating city’s defense barrier.
The floating city could withstand a full-force attack from a demigod.
However, he still couldn’t withstand the demigod’s relentless pursuit.
At the same time.
A demigod spellcaster with the heart of runes chanted an incantation and constructed a bright spear that pierced straight through space and shot toward the death Knight to stop the demigod’s attack on the floating city.
However …
The death Knight did not even look at the curse Oracle’s attack.
Buzzzzzz!
The magic spear destroyed half of the death Knight’s body, and the right half of its body seemed to be covered in white flames. Its heavy armor was melted, revealing the long-decayed skeleton below.
Then, half of his body was covered in heavy armor, while the other half of his skeleton was exposed. Under the burning of the magic flames, he rushed into the floating city.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A few blinding blood-red lights flashed and exploded in the floating city.
Time seemed to have stopped for a moment.
Crash!
Under the serious gazes of many spell casters, the massive floating city exploded with a loud boom and shattered into pieces, turning into a fireball that was like a small sun.
Then, the death Knight rode out of the fire on his nightmare warhorse.
Endless power of death rolled over, repairing its body that was about to collapse from the spells.
In the destroyed floating city, the body of the Grand Arcanist was cut into pieces by the sword light. The remains were condensed by the power of death and bound together with flames. They were transformed into a legendary Lich with a strong breath of death driven by the death Army. The Lich reconstructed the spell, but the target was changed to the previous Allied forces.
Not only the Grand Arcanists.
The dead Arcanists, as long as their bodies were not too badly damaged, all stood up again.
As long as they died, they would become a part of the death Army.
Bengbeng!
As time passed, the floating cities began to explode.
The demigods of the death Army, who were above the legendary level, focused their firepower on Netheril’s floating city. Their purpose was to kill the Grand Arcanists and bring them to their deaths.
The scene of the death Knights destroying the floating city was only a small part of the huge battlefield.
Due to the special nature of the power of death, they could ignore the attacks of the cursed oracles to a certain extent.
The death Army had been at a disadvantage in the battle against the spell Army and Netheril’s Arcanists at the beginning, but as time passed, they slowly stabilized the situation and began to gain the upper hand.
Under the blessing of the power of death, their ability to resuscitate and regenerate infinitely was too abnormal.
In comparison, the oracles of the heart of runes were not very good at fighting the death Army.
If it was the Oracle Army of the God of Light, it would be much easier to deal with the death Army, which was mainly made up of undead creatures.
In the camp of the heart of spell, there was no lack of spellcasters who could use resurrection spells, even group resurrection spells. The Grand Arcanists could also use similar spells, but the casting of this spell paled in comparison to the blessing of death power. The effect was far inferior, and it was more laborious.
The best way to deal with the death Army was to destroy them all in one go, close the portal, cut off their connection with the underworld, or seal or banish them.
Unfortunately, these solutions were not easy to implement.
At this moment.
The 60-meter-long Ghost Dragon, which looked like a pale white Dragon Shadow, was attacking a floating city.
It spat out a dragon’s breath that was as white as the one it had just breathed out, opening a gap in a floating city’s mythological barrier.
Immediately after, its huge body began to roll around, braving the spell attacks of the spell casters as it tried to enter the floating city and destroy it.
Under the nervous gaze of the Grand Arcanist, the undead dragon was getting closer and closer.
However, before it could get close to the floating city, time on the battlefield suddenly stopped.
The river of time rippled, and the water of the void condensed into the outline of a Silver Dragon.
A giant dragon appeared, with towering dragon horns on his head and a body full of glistening silver scales.
Time resumed its flow.
The undead dragon looked at the silver Dragon that had suddenly appeared in front of it and was slightly stunned.
The time teleportation passed in an instant without any spatial fluctuations. This was the first time the undead dragon had encountered such a teleportation method.
The moment garen appeared, countless gazes were focused on him.
It couldn’t be helped. Before garen, the undead dragon was the largest ferocious beast here. However, the moment garen appeared, the undead dragon was immediately overshadowed. In front of garen, it was like a child who had yet to grow up.
The young Arcanists in netherreal did not understand garen’s stance.
When they saw this silver giant dragon, because there was already an undead dragon as an enemy, many of them subconsciously regarded garen as a member of the death Army, and their faces were filled with tension.
However, many of the more knowledgeable legendary and Grand Arcanists, upon seeing garen’s appearance, had a slight change in their expressions after a short moment of thinking, and matched his appearance with a legend in their memories.