Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 461 Casually Smash
The great war of the Holy Light Church continues, and the decisive battle between the strong has even dispersed the dark clouds hanging over Gonda City, scattering beams of light one after another.

To prevent anyone from escaping, this place was protected by a magical barrier erected by the Lich Kings. However, even the magical barrier reinforced by the Lich Kings has some gaps, but fortunately, it was quickly restored to its original state.

Ego Saint withstood the power of Azrael's finger strike head-on. Although he was not injured, the all-annihilating dark impact did not come without a price; the holy light gathered around him dimmed noticeably for a moment.

However, in that split second, the holy light greatsword he had been wielding with all his might had already descended.

"Humph!"

The Iron King, Death Knight Theodore, let out a deep, thunderous snort. The two-legged corpse dragon beneath him suddenly raised its ferocious head, and the giant flail wrapped in deathly black energy charged forward with a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

The flail clashed violently with several holy light greatswords, producing a metallic clang.

"Boom!!!"

The deafening roar seemed to threaten to overturn the entire Cathedral of Holy Light.

The pure light clashed violently with the condensed energy of death, annihilating each other and erupting with blinding light and destructive shockwaves.

The corpse dragon beneath Theodor let out a painful roar, its massive body covered in rotting flesh was sent flying through the air, crashing into a magnificent building and leaving charred cracks on its hard bone armor.

The Soulfire beneath Theodore's helmet pulsed violently, clearly indicating that the hasty, direct confrontation had not been easy for him either.

Even though this saint is now in a spirit state, he still possesses immense power and is not someone that some nobody can easily defeat.

At the same time, the grotesque shadows formed from the dark green clouds released by the Plague Lich King Vali swarmed onto the holy light shield maintained by the paladins like maggots clinging to a bone.

It was not a physical impact, but a filthy power containing deadly poison, curses, and soul-corroding energy.

The holy light shield emitted a teeth-grinding hissing sound, and its dazzling light visibly dimmed and thinned rapidly, like metal being corroded by strong acid.

The paladins enveloped by the protective shield turned deathly pale instantly. Some of the weaker knights groaned, golden holy blood spilling from their mouths. The magic array protecting the church's foundation hummed violently, and the runes on the ground flickered, reaching their limit.

The White Tower Grandmaster Dallas's soul-piercing scream was silent, yet far more deadly.

The distorted ripples ignored physical defenses, like an invisible tsunami directly washing over the souls of all living beings present.

Fatil was the first to be hit. Her delicate body trembled violently, her knuckles turned white from gripping the scepter so tightly, and the mask on her nose trembled violently, as if she would be burned by the blazing light that erupted from the depths of her soul in the next second.

The paladins behind her were struck as if by a heavy hammer. Those with weaker wills had their eyes glaze over instantly, and they almost dropped their holy weapons. The neat formation became slightly chaotic, and the continuous holy light barrier fluctuated violently, revealing obvious weak points.

Meanwhile, the ancient spell that the great sage Lich King Farin had been brewing for so long was quietly completed amidst the chaos.

From the tip of his staff, inlaid with a huge obsidian, a torrent of dark energy, deep as an abyss and seemingly capable of swallowing all light, suddenly erupted.

This torrent did not shoot straight ahead, but rather, like a living venomous snake, it cunningly bypassed the strongest frontal resistance from Ego Saint and Fatil, and crashed hard into the weak point on the flank of the paladin formation that had just been torn open by the Soul Scream.

Ego Saint tried to distract himself and rescue, but Azrael's cold gaze from under his hood followed him like a shadow. An invisible, terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of before, suddenly descended and locked onto him, making him dare not be distracted in the slightest.

It was as if the slightest movement he made would unleash a devastating attack.

Click!

The torrent of dark energy struck precisely the weakest point in the Holy Light Barrier.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the already overburdened Holy Light Shield shattered with a crisp cracking sound. Centered on the point of impact, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread out, turning into tiny specks that quickly dissipated.

"puff!"

Fatil, who was maintaining the barrier, was struck as if by a heavy blow, and a mouthful of golden blood containing rich holy light splattered onto the scepter in front of her.

She had only recently advanced to the Epic level, and even with the help of the magic arrays inscribed by the Holy Light Church, it was already quite an achievement for her to withstand the attacks of so many legendary powerhouses.

She staggered back a step, her face ashen white. The backlash from forcibly maintaining the magic array had almost instantly drained the holy light power from her body.

After all, to fully demonstrate the power of these magic arrays, it would take at least several legendary archbishops.

However, due to problems with the Holy Light Church's Trial Grounds, there was a shortage of skilled personnel, and most people's cultivation levels were stuck at the Epic level.

Without the protection of the core shield, the plague ghosts, the aftershocks of the soul shrieks, and the undead at the edge of the battlefield finally roared and surged in like a tide.

The cardinals unleashed a dazzling display of golden magic, barely managing to fend off the Lich King's spells.

However, occasionally some still managed to escape the blockade and rush into the crowd of paladins.

"what!"

"May the Holy Light protect you!"

"The goddess is watching us!"

Several paladins fell with screams. Their holy armor offered only a moment's resistance before rapidly corroding in the plague cloud. Their souls twisted and shattered in the aftershocks of the shrieks, and their bodies were tainted by the aura of death, instantly losing their vitality. Even their corpses began to turn an ominous gray.

Some of them even twisted their bodies and got up from the ground, their faces contorted with rage as they lunged at their former companions.

Holy Light does have an effect against the undead, but when the gap between them reaches a certain level, this effect becomes completely useless.

Just like a tank of water can never extinguish a fire that fills the whole house.

The spells cast by the Lich King are not something ordinary paladins can withstand.

The remaining paladins were filled with grief and indignation. They roared and pushed their holy light to its limit, trying to rebuild their defenses. However, the light was no longer as concentrated as before, and its range had shrunk dramatically. They could only barely protect Fatil and a few high-ranking knight commanders in the core area.

This level of combat was completely beyond their capabilities; they were filled with a helpless and furious frustration.

The entire Holy Light Church is like a small boat that could capsize at any moment in a storm.

"It's over! We will make the Holy Light disappear forever!" The Iron King Theodor steadied his mount and swept forward again. Crimson soulfire locked onto Fatil, and the massive flail rose once more, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain and enveloping destructive black energy. It slammed down on the crumbling Holy Light barrier and the saintess behind it. Even before the flail arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the remaining Holy Light barrier to cave in violently, groaning under the unbearable weight.

It planned to exterminate all these insects before dealing with the saint.

"Stop your futile struggles and join us in building a great empire!" Plague Mage Vali let out a piercing laugh, as more green mist surged forth.

"I told you long ago that the Holy Light Church had already fallen. We should have lifted the curtain much earlier, and we wouldn't have wasted so much time." The Lich Kings looked at the remnants of the Holy Light below as if they were goblins that could be wiped out with a wave of their hands. If it weren't for the fact that one saint had unexpectedly survived, these remnants of the Holy Light would have been annihilated by them long ago.

“Don’t be careless. That dragon knight who has cultivated the Holy Light is no ordinary person. Fortunately, he was tied up in another area, which gave us the opportunity to take control of Gonda,” the Lich King named Falin said hoarsely, extremely cautiously.

"He's just a human who recently ascended to legendary status. I've killed legendary Templars before; I could wipe him out with a wave of my hand!" Theodore the Iron King said in a muffled voice, as if rolling thunder.

It existed a thousand years ago, an era when magic and holy light were still flourishing, and powerful individuals were as numerous as mushrooms after rain.

It still reigned supreme, dominating an era while riding a two-legged dragon.

So-called geniuses are nothing more than the threshold to their level.

Although he was transformed into an undead and could no longer use many of the powerful martial arts he knew in life, he has learned many powerful necromancy spells after so many years of honing his skills, and his strength has actually increased to a higher level.

In its view, the opponent's strength was merely a manifestation of the era of elemental tides.

In that brilliant era, it could only serve as a squire or knight.

Despair, like the coldest frost, froze the hearts of every surviving priest of the Holy Light Church.

Is the Holy Light Church going to be destroyed by these dead today?

Fatil bit her bleeding lip, the light in her eyes growing brighter and brighter, almost bursting through the delicate mask on her nose.

Ego Saint hovered in the air, his golden soul radiance flickering uncertainly.

He stood between Fatil and the falling yoke, his holy light more concentrated than ever before, as if forming the strongest barrier. But facing the encirclement of five powerful undead, especially with Azrael, whose strength was unfathomable, watching him intently, even this saint's eyes showed a heavy shadow for the first time. However, after sensing something, he instantly calmed down.

He saw the cracks in Fatil's scepter and the resolute yet desperate light in her eyes.

He shook his head slightly, indicating that he should not do that.

Fatil bit her lip lightly, and the light beneath her mask seemed to return to calm.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the yoke carrying endless death, tearing through the air with a whistling sound that would end everything, crashing down.

The holy light around Saint Ego, which had been condensed to the extreme, suddenly collapsed inward, not for defense, but to transform into countless tiny yet incredibly dazzling threads of light. As if they had a life of their own, they instantly wrapped around the terrifying yoke that had fallen, slowing it down.

"Aren't you afraid that even if I die, I'll take some of you with me?" Saint Ego calmly looked at the Lich Kings and said calmly, but with a chilling feeling.

The Lich Kings had no expression on their faces, but their hearts were filled with uncertainty. The undead were not truly immortal; if they died again after having already died once, they would be truly dead.

"At a time like this, you still want to sow discord among us?" The Lich King Farin was the first to react, sneering, "With Lord Azrael here, how can you take us away?"

With just one sentence, the Lich Kings were united again. If they were to face this saint alone, they would definitely have to think it over carefully, but with Azrael here, there was nothing to worry about.

"Everyone, attack together! Let's send this saint to meet the Goddess of Light!" a Lich King hoarsely said, taking the lead in attacking. His first move was a banshee's wail, followed by a visible wave of energy.

With someone backing them up, there's really nothing to fear.

They all knew that Azrael wouldn't make a move unless things really got to a certain point.

Therefore, they chose to swarm forward, believing that four Lich Kings plus a Death Knight couldn't defeat a Saint who was only in spirit form.

……

Standing on Lagras's shoulders, heading towards the Holy Light Church, the lord realized something was amiss as soon as a black magical shield came into view.

A fierce battle is still taking place inside!

The reason he went to the palace first was because he knew that Saint Igor was in the Holy Light Church, so there shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Even in its soul form, it shouldn't be something a few Lich Kings could handle.

However, he sensed that the aura of the holy light was getting weaker and weaker, while the aura of the undead was overwhelmingly stronger and stronger.

As if sensing Li Wei's thoughts, Lagras quickened his pace and increased his speed.

The Holy Light Church is not only fighting, but fighting more fiercely than ever before.

Saint Igor is fighting a powerful undead warrior whose face is obscured.

Five powerful figures were besieging the Holy Knights led by Fatil and a group of priests. As the legendary power descended, the saintess and priests coughed up blood and their auras weakened.

Levi stood on Lagras's shoulder, his eyes wide with horror. Fatil's face was pale, her holy light depleted, and she was almost collapsing. On the ground lay the corpses of a group of paladins and priestesses.

Moreover, it was clearly visible to the naked eye that after the saint was hit by a powerful spell, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, which was blood formed from his soul; in essence, his soul had been shattered.

However, due to the magical barrier obscuring the view, the specific situation inside was not very clear.

Before Li Wei could give any command, Lagras took a few steps forward and slammed a punch, imbued with the power of frost, into the magical barrier.

With a deafening roar, its unparalleled power tore open a barrier.

This frost giant leader really didn't know any other magic, so his method of opening the barrier was as crude as ever.

Such a violent commotion naturally attracted the attention of the Lich Kings inside. Theodore, the Iron King, riding a two-legged dragon, was the first to react. He charged forward on his dragon, blocking the two's path. His flail swept across, and a huge blade of energy swept over. This was his proud martial skill, "Silver Moon Blade Slash," which was enough to cut off the giant dragon's head.

Without asking any questions, it immediately launched a deadly attack.

"Where did these bugs come from, daring to disturb us..."

It stopped abruptly before it could finish speaking.

"Where did this little punk come from, spouting nonsense?" The lord cursed, his palm radiating a powerful holy light, showing no mercy as he slapped her hard across the face.

boom!
With a deafening roar, Theodordo rushed forward, only to be sent flying backward at incredible speed. Then, with a piercing scream, abundant holy light surged from its body, before exploding into dust with a loud bang.

This death knight was easily defeated upon first meeting someone.

Everyone was stunned. What kind of terrifyingly ruthless person had arrived?
(End of this chapter)