Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 750: Thousands of ghosts are released, and the master arrives

Akado began to chant a spell silently, trying to completely let go of his own restraints and show his most powerful ability.

While he was chanting the spell, Zhang Zhiwei's lightning incarnation's attack did not stop at all. He grabbed Akado's neck with one hand and forced a bolt of lightning into Akado's mouth.

Akado was forced to swallow a bolt of lightning, and his entire head made a loud bang, and lightning and blood mist spurted out of his seven orifices.

Then, the Lightning Incarnation teleported behind him, grabbed Akado's hands, pressed his knees against his back, pulled him back, tore off his arms, tore off his legs, and then broke off his head...

Amid the interweaving of electric lights in the sky, a head with blood gushing from all seven orifices drew an arc in the air.

What was strange was that the mouth of the head was still opening and closing, and it was still speaking. The voice was very low, but everyone present could hear it clearly, as if the voice was not in the ears but echoing in the mind.

"Come back, all of you, come back!"

In an instant, a chill suddenly surged in everyone's heart, and they felt an incomparable resentment and malice.

This malice was so strong that it seemed to want to wipe out everything in this world without leaving a single trace.

A great fear enveloped everyone's heart, and even Accardo's companion Walter was no exception.

"Is Akado...going to use...Dead River?" Walter was shocked.

He had heard of the power of the Dead River from his master, but had never seen it with his own eyes. When his master led four Knights of the Round Table to defeat Akado and took him as a slave, he was still young and had no chance to witness the battle in person.

He only knew a few fragments from his master and a few lord knights. It was because of these stories that he regarded Akado as the person he wanted to surpass.

As for his master Hircine, he was a sacred and inviolable existence in his heart. He was always beneath him and could never truly touch him. Even thinking about it would be an act of usurpation.

He actually forced Akado to the current point, doesn't that mean that this Tiantong Sect Leader can be compared with the master... Bah, a mere native of the East, how can he be compared with the master? He just forced Akado into that state, and he is still a long way from defeating him!

Walter shouted in his heart.

"What a terrifying aura! What kind of horrible method did that guy use?" Master Huang Jiu's hair stood on end, and he felt as if a poisonous snake was lurking in his heart. In this situation, according to his usual style of doing things, he would definitely slip away and run as far as he could.

But now, the incarnation of the leader is still here. If I just run away like this, where will I put my face?
Although he is a Wong Tai Sin, he is also a Wong Tai Sin from the Northeast and he cannot lose face.

Of course, face is not as important as life. If it weren't for Zhang Zhiwei's incarnation, he might have run away from the Magic City, but Zhang Zhiwei gave him the confidence to stay.

In front of the leader, he had to perform well, so he immediately launched a series of attacks on Akado, including yellow poisonous wind, mental attacks, Qi blades, etc., all thrown out at once.

Father Anderson noticed the movement from Accardo and stopped fighting with butler Walter.

Eight gun swords appeared between his fingers and shot out towards Akado. Each gun sword exceeded the speed of sound, cutting through the air and creating white shock waves.

His gun sword seemed endless. After one round was fired, a new round appeared in his hand, endlessly. He used the gun sword as a dart.

Even Zhang Zhiwei's lightning incarnation was casting palm thunder at Akado's head. The thick lightning annihilated his head and blew it into pieces.

But it was of no use. A large amount of black and red blood light surged out like a tide, and these blood lights were filled with pairs of frightened eyes.

They surrounded the remains of Akado, or rather, they were originally part of Akado and were just released now.

Immediately afterwards, pale hands emerged from the dark red blood light, as if resentful souls were struggling to crawl out of the River Styx.

The first one to crawl out was a werewolf with huge steel claws on both hands. He was Edward Sassoon's subordinate. He was the first to crawl out because he was killed by Akado not long ago.

As for those disciples who were killed by Akado, they did not appear here because their souls were taken away by Zhang Zhiwei.

The dark red blood light was spreading outward rapidly, and in just a blink of an eye, it turned into a river of blood that covered the open space in front of the church, and it was still expanding.

And in that river of blood, all kinds of cruel and shrill screams came one after another.

But soon, the screams were drowned out by the sound of bursts of horse hooves.

Why are there horse hoof sounds here? Everyone looked over and saw a group of white cavalrymen suddenly rushing out from the blood river. They were neatly organized, holding two-meter-long spears, riding all white horses and wearing all white armor.

They were Akado's troops back then, a knight group that he created and then devoured.

These knights are all undead. They float in the air one after another, guarding their king.

Their king was tall and straight, wearing exquisite armor, with a deep and stern face, eyes like cold stars, and thick black curly hair, which was wanton and ostentatious.

Others didn't recognize him, but Walter knew that this was Akado's true appearance, his appearance as the Impaler before he became a vampire.

It can be said that this is his strongest state, with thousands of undead as his soldiers, and his own strength is displayed without reservation.

But at the same time, this is also his weakest state. After being released from the Dead River, he no longer has an endless supply of life like before and can no longer be reborn continuously.

Did the master defeat Akado in this state? It's really amazing, but now Akado only has one life left. If I attack him now, do I have a chance...

Walter couldn't help but have this thought in his mind, but he quickly suppressed the thought. As long as his master was still there, he would not do such a disobedient act.

Walter glanced at Accardo and then quickly moved away. He knew that this guy would not recognize any relatives except his master after he became bloodthirsty.

Akado waved the flag in his hand.

The knights who were guarding him, with their spears in their hands, charged forward indiscriminately at everything around them.

Following the cavalry charge were thousands of undead souls emerging from the Dead River. Their numbers kept increasing, as if there would never be an end, reminding people of the scene when millions of earthworms emerged from the soil when spring came.

Akado stared at the lightning figure in front of him and waved his hand. The undead army under him rose into the sky like raindrops. They crowded together and rushed towards the lightning incarnation like a tide composed of human beings.

The lightning incarnation's body was covered with lightning, which destroyed the resentful souls in an instant. However, their number seemed to be endless. As soon as one wave was wiped out, another wave would reappear.

Countless weird resentful souls twisted in even weirder postures, forming a dragnet that attacked Zhang Zhiwei's lightning incarnation from both the sky and the ground.

However, thunder magic is specifically used to defeat evil spirits. Lightning flashed everywhere, and a large number of resentful souls were blown to ashes.

The area several feet around the lightning incarnation was suddenly empty.

At this time, he noticed that many resentful souls had already rushed out of the church and spread to the outside, so he quickly used thunder magic. Blazing lightning intertwined in chains, wrapping the entire church and forming an electric net. In front of this electric net, those resentful souls that were about to rush out were like mayflies shaking a tree, unable to cause any waves.

But their numbers are so great that the speed at which they appear is much faster than the speed at which they are eliminated.

The energy of the lightning incarnation has an upper limit. He relies on Zhang Zhiwei's Qi and the power of faith attached to the statue in the church. He cannot withstand such a huge consumption. The incarnation cannot last long, let alone kill the culprit Akado.

Zhang Zhiwei's original body naturally sensed such a big commotion here. Before, because he didn't want the incarnation to disturb him too much, he set it to "don't disturb me in small matters", but the current situation is obviously not small.

He read the message from the incarnation, and what came into his eyes were an overwhelming amount of resentful eyes and ferocious faces. They wailed, showing their white teeth, and saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths...

Between heaven and earth, countless resentful souls wailed, their voices overlapping each other, but they were incomparably turbid, extremely harsh, and made people feel bored.

The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly in the entire block around Tiantong Church, and everyone covered their heads in pain.

Wang Ai, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others were sending him messages, asking him to rush to Tiantong Cathedral, but were stopped by Zhang Zhiwei.

For this matter, he can just go. The more people go, the more it will affect his performance.

Then, he moved and turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared from the resettlement area.

At the same time, the movement in Tiantong Church also attracted the attention of the Axe Gang who had been paying attention to this side.

"Boss...Boss, what's going on over there? Could it be that the passage to the underworld has been opened?" The coachman was extremely surprised by the scene in Tiantong Church.

"The situation is very serious. If it is not contained, it will affect the entire Magic City." Dai Chunyu also frowned.

Even Wang Yuqiao clenched his hands. He said in a deep voice, "Don't panic. Tiantong Sect Leader hasn't made a move yet. He's not in a hurry, so why should we be in a hurry?"

"You can keep it steady, but some people may not. Troops may already be on their way," said Dai Chunyu.

"Send troops? Send troops for what? Use firearms to eliminate ghosts?" Wang Yuqiao smiled contemptuously.

Soon, he noticed a flash of lightning not far away, and a bolt of lightning flew up from the bottom into the clouds. He was shocked and looked up at the sky:

"This Qi...is coming. He, the head of the Tiantong Church, has finally arrived."

At this time, inside the Tiantong Church.

On the ground, Father Anderson realized the secret of the Akado Dead River and rushed towards Akado desperately.

He brandished his musket sword and chanted holy spells at the same time, causing a large number of golden pages containing the Bible to fly everywhere.

Although Anderson's nickname is Gunsword Priest, as a paladin, he naturally knows holy arts. Every flying golden page records a holy art.

Some rolled up sharp wind blades, some caused violent explosions, and some set off turbulence that was enough to blow people away...

Because most of the resentful souls were blocked by the incarnation of lightning in the sky, Anderson finally blasted open a passage with the cover of these holy arts. However, this also exhausted his Bible.

The sacred arts of the God Worshipping Society are not something that can be easily acquired. Like the talismans of Taoism, they also need to be written in advance.

Before the action, Anderson wrote a thick stack of words, bound them into a book, and carried them with him like a thick Bible, but now, the Bible was empty.

But it was enough. He charged with his blunderbuss in hand, the tip of the sword cutting through a soldier's body, slicing him in half like a hot knife through butter.

The soldier who was beheaded had a look of relief on his face. After floating in the Dead River for hundreds of years, he finally got rest.

Anderson continued to attack. He pushed off the ground, twisted his waist, and extended dozens of blunderbusses in a row. They flew out in a silver fan shape and mowed down a row of cavalry like grass.

"Pfft..."

Black blood splattered, a large number of cavalry disappeared, and a large space in front was left vacant.

Anderson continued forward and stabbed a cavalryman's throat with the blunderbuss in his hand, but the cavalryman seemed unaware and controlled the horse under his feet to trample towards him.

Anderson slashed hard, splitting the cavalryman in half, including his horse.

"Huhuhu..."

Anderson was panting heavily, his body covered with wounds, which were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was the result of the combined effects of alchemy and divine recovery.

He stared at the dense group of evil ghosts in front of him with firm and indifferent eyes, and then looked past the ghosts and looked at Akado behind him. Judging from his eyes alone, he was even more terrifying than those dead things.

"I am just a gun sword of God, a gun sword that carries God's punishment. I wish I was born as a storm, I wish I was born as destruction!"

Anderson spoke in a calm voice, word by word. He moved forward again. The edge of his sword was as sharp as thunder and the light was as bright as snow, reflecting his eyebrows and eyes, making the lenses of his glasses reflect a cold white light.

But seeing a large number of cavalrymen falling, he rushed into the tidal group of resentful souls, just silently moving forward, swinging his sword again and again, killing one resentful soul after another with his sharp blade.

At this moment, Akado, who was standing behind many resentful souls, suddenly took out his Jackal pistol. He enchanted the bullets in the gun to weaken its self-healing ability.

Then he pulled the trigger, the firing pin hit the primer, the cartridge case popped out, and the spinning alchemical bullet flew out, hitting Anderson's arm and blasting a huge gash.

The injuries that would have healed instantly in the past did not show any movement this time, but Anderson remained calm, wielding the knife with one hand and continuing to charge.

"boom!"

Accardo fired again, hitting the same spot, and this time, he directly broke one of Anderson's hands.

"I am the executor of the Lord's divine punishment in the world..."

Anderson remained calm, holding the severed arm in his mouth, muttering something in his heart, but his hands did not stop at all. He swung the sword, which flashed like snow, and moved forward. Limbs flew everywhere, he fought hand-to-hand, risking his own life, and a large number of resentful souls were killed again.

Finally, he arrived in front of Akado, but at this moment, he had also exhausted his strength. He stared at the target in front of him, gasping for breath.

At the same time, in the sky under the scorching sun, in the clouds, bright lightning rolled, and a loud thunder shook the earth.

(End of this chapter)