Chapter 666: Chapter 551: The Might of the Undead Sea and the Sun Fla Cannon!_2
This move was undoubtedly very effective. Millions of undead that lingered in the valley all sank into the earth, followed by the artilleryn switching to special ammunition. With a barrage of fire, a scorching sea of flas began to spread beneath the valley floor.
“It seems these dead spirits are not such a big deal after all. If this is all they’re capable of, it doesn’t matter how many more co!”
Alade looked at the skeletons that had fallen into the earth, shattered into pieces, so trying to struggle to their feet only to be buried again, and his anxiety over the cross-dinsional war eased significantly.
Weak, they were simply too weak. Just cannons, muskets, airships, and a few traps were enough to crush all these invading undead to pieces.
Wizards who thought like Alade were not few in number. So even began to comnt and discuss, talking about which of the undead erging from the Space-Ti Gate were strong and which were weak.
Harrov and others did not let down their guard, because so far not a single legendary-level dead spirit had appeared before them. This likely ant that all the undead seen so far were rely fodder for probing their defenses, which is why he had always refrained from having everyone use so of the more powerful weapons.
In fact, just as Harrov had thought, as ti passed, Alade and the others who had initially appeared disdainful were now starting to break out in a cold sweat.
The battle went on straight from the morning until late at night. An endless number of undead poured out from the Space-Ti Gate. Many wizards keenly realized that since they had sunk the entire valley, no ground undead had erged from the Space-Ti Gate anymore. Instead, more flying dead spirits ca forth.
And they were not as foolish as imagined, constantly changing their attack strategies. Instead of moving in clusters, many dispersed, and so Screaming Demons even attempted to approach them by flying at low altitude.
Just relying on the Thunder Net for blockage was no longer sufficient to stop all targets. The roaring of the machine guns never ceased, relying on crossfire to eliminate those that slipped through.
This ant that the commanders of the undead army seed to have so way to be aware of what was happening here and made tactical adjustnts accordingly. Moreover, they had more troops than expected, so they did not care about such losses and remained very composed.
“Have you noticed? So of the undead do not join the battle after flying out of the Space-Ti Gate but instead imdiately return through it,” Harrov murmured thoughtfully.
“Scouting sentries?” Sanchez imdiately responded.
However, even with this knowledge, it was of no use. They could not possibly kill every undead that passed through the Space-Ti Gate, naturally unable to stop them from returning.
“Just how many of them are there?” Alade couldn’t help asking out loud.
The council had spent more than a year stockpiling ammunition, which was now nearly one-third depleted. After running for dozens of hours, the Thunder Stones were also nearly exhausted. Yet, the number of undead erging from the other side of the Space-Ti Gate did not appear to diminish at all.
Although with the Thunder Net diffused across the sky and the wizards’ Fluorescent Light Technique, the darkness did not weaken their combat effectiveness. But after fighting for dozens of hours in succession, many were feeling ntally exhausted.
Even warriors with strong willpower needed rest. Could it be that the enemy planned to wear them down over ten days to half a month until their ammunition and stamina were completely depleted?
No one could answer that question. Harrov had already implented a shift system, with even the official wizards joining the fight, substituting for so of the cannons. Even the Thunder Net had been temporarily shut down.
Magic power could be recovered, but the production and replenishnt of ammunition and energy were not issues that could be resolved in a short period.
“Should we use that?” Aurora asked, referring, of course, to nuclear weapons.
To deal with such a vast number of enemies, a single Sky Vaulting was obviously the quickest solution!
It could even be dropped directly on the other side of the Space-Ti Gate. Given the number of invading undead, it should be able to annihilate millions of dead spirits in one go, also giving them so respite and ti to recuperate.
Harrov hesitated sowhat,
as according to previous plans, the council’s nuclear reserves were ant to deal with legendary creatures and the Lord of the Undead, using them on re fodder seed sowhat wasteful.
But continuing to fight like this was not a solution, it seed they had to use the nuclear reserves ahead of ti!
Harrov quickly made up his mind.
“What is that?” Sanchez suddenly pointed at the surging Space-Ti Gate ahead, speaking in shock.
Harrov and the others paused for a mont and looked in the direction Sanchez was pointing.
A fist-sized dark sphere was drifting out from the Space-Ti Gate several kiloters away, and without the aid of the far-sight magic, no one would have noticed it.
Was it so kind of offensive spell? Or a peculiar undead creature?
Harrov had no idea, but he wasn’t about to let it linger, either. With a wave of his hand, a rune-light flickering electromagnetic cannon materialized in front of him, racing at over thirty tis the speed of sound and promptly hitting the chaotic sphere dead-on, instantly shattering it!
However, Harrov’s expression turned extrely ugly because, as the sphere burst apart, an invisible force swept through the valley imdiately.
The thod to activate this spell was actually to detonate it!
The enemy had used their actions to complete the final step of the spell!
In the sky, the countless undead that were knocked down by machine guns and shattered by beams of light hadn’t even fallen into the fierce inferno below before bursting open, billows of dark green toxic fog erupting from the chunks of remnants, swiftly covering the entire airspace.
This was the legendary undead magic—High-level Corpse Explosion Technique!
“We must not touch this fog…” Vittorio watched the drifting fog approach, feeling an ominous sense of dread.
Even for a legendary wizard like him, it would be unbearable to get contaminated!
Seeing the toxic fog spreading toward them, Vittorio and Harrov imdiately joined forces with a dozen elental grand wizards nearby, summoning a hurricane in an attempt to blow the poisonous wind back into the Space-Ti Gate, since the army of the kingdom surrounded the valley and there were airships above as well.
However, despite a dozen grand wizards joining forces with Harrov and the legendary wizard Vittorio, they only just managed to keep the toxic fog within the confines of the valley.
Under the gale’s onslaught, the sharp-eyed Sanchez realized that this was not fog at all, but an endless sea of soul specters!
Expression after expression of fierce and agonized faces erged within the swirling mist.
In other words, they were now facing millions of souls of the dead from this battlefield!
Realizing this, a chill ran down the spines of the wizards present.
These resentful spirits, who had suffered tragic deaths and were enslaved after death, were unleashing their greatest malice, constantly assaulting the incoming storm, desperately trying to break through the blockade and consu all the living on the outside.
Then, the roaring of bone dragons echoed within the dark green fog.
Under the cover of the Dead Sea, the real offensive was now officially underway!
More Screaming Demons than before surged out from the Space-Ti Gate, accompanied by dozens of bone dragons, hordes of Undead Gryphons, and even higher-order banshees and corpse wizards—they were the core force of the undead legion, beyond the level of cannon fodder.
At this mont, Harrov actually sighed in relief, for that which they dreaded most and feared was the uncertainty of the enemy’s depth just monts ago; now that the enemy had deployed their elite troops, they could finally let loose.
“Let these skeletal fraworks taste the ultimate masterpiece of the Wizard!” Harrov declared without hesitation.
The Sun Fla Cannon, which had stood immobile in the center of their formation, now pivoted its muzzle towards the direction of the Space-Ti Gate. As a 500-kiloter yield high-purity uranium stone was loaded, a blindingly destructive light imdiately erged on the battlefield…
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