Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After the undead army advanced for several days, the outline of the second defensive line appeared on the horizon.

The gray-black city wall, like a scar, lies on the dark red wasteland.

Lynn stopped pushing forward and instead sent out Shadowflies to scout the surrounding area.

My task is to clear out the Holy Light creatures within the defensive line; there's no need to risk going to the second defensive line.

It's a thankless task.

The swarm of insects dispersed, flying silently close to the ground, burrowing into crevices in the gravel, skirting around black rocks, and passing through the shadows.

This area is close to the front line, and the Holy Light faction's patrols are much denser than those in the rear. He needs to know what's ahead.

The vision of the swarm overlapped in his mind, like countless screens playing simultaneously.

Most of the scene is empty, filled with rubble, sand, and black rocks, with the occasional lone Holy Light creature being bypassed by the swarm of insects.

There's no need to deploy a large undead army for the scattered Holy Light creatures; just let the flying undead sweep them away.

One of the flying insects emerged from a pile of pebbles, and suddenly the view opened up.

Ahead lay a dry river valley, its riverbed devoid of water, containing only grayish-white sand.

On the opposite side of the valley, a troop was marching.

Lynn zoomed in on the image.

Leading the way was a paladin, riding a tall, holy warhorse, his armor gleaming golden in the dark red light of the sky.

The armor is not made of ordinary metal; its surface has fine patterns—holy light runes that can automatically activate a shield during battle.

They held long spears in their hands, the tips of which were golden, like solidified light.

The warhorse's four hooves pounded the ground, each step leaving a glowing hoofprint. The hoofprints lingered on the sand for a few seconds before slowly fading away.

Lynn counted that there were at least several hundred paladins, lined up in four columns, with neat formations and uniform spacing, as if measured with a ruler.

The paladins were followed by priests, a smaller number, about thirty or forty.

They wore long white robes with gold trim, and hoods covered half their faces, obscuring their expressions.

They had no weapons, but each of them wore a badge of holy light on their chest. The badge was glowing, and the light was steady, like a small lamp.

The priests did not ride horses; their legs moved swiftly and quickly, and golden halos spun beneath their feet. Each step they took landed on the halos as if they were riding wheels.

It feels like stepping on a speed bump in a racing game.

Behind the priest are angels.

Hundreds of two-winged angels flew above the procession, at a height of less than ten meters.

Their wings were white, with golden light shimmering along the edges of their feathers.

They wore light silver armor and held lightsabers with blades formed from holy light, radiating a rich holy glow.

There were ten four-winged angels, who formed a squad.

They flew higher, their wings were larger than those of the two-winged angels, their feathers were denser, and their light was brighter.

They wore golden armor with a cross emblem on their chests. They carried no weapons, but their hands were clasped together in front of their chests, with light gathering in their palms.

At the very back of the procession flew two six-winged angels.

They have three pairs of wings, which can be more than ten meters wide when spread out. They are all white, and the edges of their feathers are burning with golden flames.

The armor was a complete set, covering from head to toe, with only two slits left at the eye area, through which golden light shone through.

Their weapons were spears, with silver-white shafts, golden tips, and densely engraved runes on the shafts.

The two six-winged birds flew very high, at least fifty meters above the ground, looking down on the entire formation like two eagles surveying their territory.

Lynn's pupils contracted slightly.

The six-winged angel is about the same strength as the third-ring wizard, and is an all-around warrior, mage, and priest who can withstand attacks, deal damage, and recover.

With the addition of four-winged angels equivalent to the second ring and two-winged angels of the first ring, along with hundreds of paladins and dozens of priests, this team was quite powerful.

What was their purpose in infiltrating the second line of defense and moving towards the rear?

A surprise attack on a rear outpost? Cut off supply lines? Or simply a patrol?

Lynn didn't have time to think further.

The screen suddenly flickered, and a golden light shot out from the palm of one of the six-winged angels, striking the shadowy flying insects precisely.

The swarm's vision went blank, and then it vanished completely.

Several screens disappeared from Lynn's mind, like several lights going out at the same time.

He's been discovered!

The angels sensed the presence of the swarm and knew that someone was spying on them.

Lynn opened his eyes and sat up straight on the bone dragon's back.

He picked up the communication tablet, intending to send a message to Marcus requesting support, but hesitated for a moment and then put the tablet down.

The distance was too far; by the time reinforcements arrived, the troops would have already gone far away.

Moreover, he could handle this force alone without needing reinforcements.

He looked down at the black tide below.

The undead army is advancing, with Megatron at the forefront, Decepticons on the left, Balrog and Frostwhale on the right, and Golem, Treant, and Earth Rider in the middle.

The demonic eye hovered high in the sky, with the bone dragon carrying him at the very back.

Hundreds of thousands of dead souls covered the sky, like a moving black wasteland.

When that Holy Light Knights charged in, it was like rocks clashing against rocks, a test of who was tougher.

Lynn gave the Demon Eye and the Bone Dragon orders to rise higher so that they wouldn't be detected by the enemy beforehand.

He made Megatron slow down, causing the undead army to shrink their formation from skirmish lines to square formations.

Move the stone golem and the big tree from the middle to the front, to serve as a shield.

Move the Divine Evil and All Things from the back to the center to provide support at any time.

The undead army continued its advance, though at a slower pace, but with a denser formation, like a black wall pushing across the wasteland.

On the opposite side, the Holy Knights also discovered the undead army.

With hundreds of thousands of dead bodies scattered everywhere, it's hard to miss them.

The bird of paradise was the first to see it.

Those were scouts from the Holy Light faction, small, all-white birds, not much bigger than a fist, that flew very fast and made almost no sound.

They dispersed from the sky above the Knights and flew in all directions.

One of them flew over the undead army, saw the black tide, then turned back and landed on a paladin's shoulder, chirping a few times.

The paladin commander's expression changed.

He rode at the very front of the procession, wearing heavy golden armor, his helmet covering most of his face, revealing only his chin and lips.

After hearing the bird of paradise's call, he didn't hesitate and immediately turned to look at the two six-winged angels behind him.

The six-winged angel also received the message, flew lower, and looked at him at eye level.

"My lord, there are a large number of undead ahead, at least hundreds of thousands, advancing in this direction."

The Paladin Commander's voice was calm, but his fingers tightened around the spear.

Hundreds of thousands of dead—this is an extremely terrifying number!