Zongman: I'm working hard to develop my daily life in the time-travel series

The King of Falmuth became excited again.

"It's over? Hahaha! I told you, under the iron hooves of our Falmus, it's just a mere monster village."

The bald priest from the Western Holy Church standing nearby smiled obsequiously:

"That's right. With the support of our Western Holy Church, monsters are utter trash, let alone the undead. Our Western Holy Church is their natural enemy, haha~"

Watching the two revert to their arrogant ways after the crisis, the Knight Commander cursed inwardly.

However, on the surface, he still asked respectfully:

"Your Majesty, although we have annihilated the enemy, there are still many casualties in the army. Let's order a rest first."

King Falms glared at Falken:

"Resting? What's there to rest! Now is the time for a great victory, the army's morale is high, let's wipe out that wretched village in one fell swoop!"

Ferken's face darkened: "But..."

"No buts!"

Razan walked over triumphantly, his youth restored and his confidence exceptional, especially after the battle he had just fought.

"We've already clashed with the enemy's main force, and all of the dozen or so A-rank monsters have been annihilated! There's also no trace of that Storm Dragon. I think the rumors are all false. Their village has exhausted all its fighting strength, and the Storm Dragon should have already left."

As he spoke, he pointed to the body of the newly acquired Kyoya and said, "I have obtained information about the village from him. The remaining monsters are nothing more than a bunch of useless goblins and a pack of wolves that are not even A-rank monsters. Now is the perfect time to take over that village."

Knight Commander Ferken opened his mouth.

He truly didn't know how to refute the words of Razan, the demon who had served three generations of the kingdom.

King Falms was overjoyed.

"The Imperial Advisor's words resonate deeply with me! Prepare yourselves and wipe out that damned village!"

"Yes!"

Left with no other option, Falk had to continue ordering his soldiers to bury the bodies on the spot and then move on.

Although reluctant, the morale of the victorious army was indeed high.

They moved much faster, and many people were still recovering from the carnage.

With the added encouragement of healing and mental magic, the team's movement speed increased significantly.

Soon the group arrived at the swamp where the Pig-Headed Emperor had been destroyed.

At this time, since the lizard tribe had been integrated into the Great Tree Village by Shi Yu, only empty caves and countless snakes, insects, and rodents remained.

King Falmus swatted a mosquito that was flying around him and cursed under his breath.

He verbally blamed Ferken for choosing this terrible path.

However, just as he was about to inspect the front lines...

Suddenly, the knights' warhorses began to neigh in terror, their bodies swaying wildly as they tried to flee the scene.

Ferken's expression changed. "Everyone, cast [Invigorate]!"

"Boostmorale!"

A golden light enveloped the knights, and their warhorses calmed down.

Falk, Razan, and the others looked solemnly towards the other side of the swamp.

A strong sense of foreboding filled their hearts.

Suddenly, the sky changed color, with large patches of dark clouds and lightning covering the heavens.

An army of skeletons marched out from the boundary of the wetlands and forests.

This time, unlike the previous low-level skeletons equipped with rusty swords,

All the skeletons possessed complete magical equipment.

"No, impossible?!"

"How can it be!!"

Ferken and the new knights of the Flying Knights of the Dwarf Kingdom stared wide-eyed.

The two men exchanged a glance, their faces turning ashen.

"Did you notice it too?"

Ferken spoke with some difficulty.

The dwarf leader nodded, his face ashen, and said:

"Magic equipment...those skeletons are all wearing enchanted equipment!"

This skill is so exceptional that even in the Kingdom of Lovers, only a very few masters can achieve it.

And the other side... even these lowly soldiers have them?

No, it shouldn't be called grunts.

Razan swallowed hard as he looked at the army.

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He discovered that this time, the skeleton army opposite him was entirely composed of high-level undead...

Each one was a high-ranking undead mage, no less powerful than the previous group of undead...

The equipment on these skeletons is significantly better than that of the previous cannon fodder skeletons.

Wielding flaming swords, wielding blue lightning hammers, carrying spears shrouded in green light, and scythes coated in purple venom...

Moreover, those armors and shields were all gleaming, clearly indicating that they were more than just sturdy.

"Damn it! Where did they get so many magical items..."

Razan stared at the opposing army with a chill running down his spine.

Even the legendary dwarf kings of all time have never mentioned in any legend that there were more than 5000 legions equipped with this weapon.

...... ......... 0

"This is... the Mythical Legion?"

Ferken stared blankly at the skeleton opposite him, seemingly wondering why the enemy's minions were better equipped than his own.

The captain of the Dwarven Flying Knights was startled.

He suddenly realized that he might have provoked an enemy he absolutely should not have provoked.

Now he suddenly felt that having his "tools of the trade" confiscated wasn't so bad after all. He could always just stay on the bottom from now on; at least the girls in the kingdom would have another object to play with...

"Impossible, that must be an illusion..."

The soldiers muttered to themselves as they looked at the skeleton army opposite them.

Everyone who heard this briefly gave a "Are you kidding me?" look.

The other party was indeed stationary, but their presence was already quite evident.

Moreover, it exuded a chilling aura, and coupled with the previous panic of the warhorses, it was clearly not just a simple illusion.

suddenly,

A biting cold wind blew by.

The whole world seemed to have been pulled into a silent, cold winter.

The orderly skeleton army marched forward with perfectly measured steps.

As a horn sounded, the moving skeletons formed ten neat rows.

Under perfect command, the team split into two parts, creating a space about the size of twenty skulls.

A dark figure slowly emerged from behind... Oh.

Chapter 206 A Dreadful Lineup

Shi Yu was dressed in black, exuding an aura of holiness.

His attire resembled Dante's, a sinister smile graced his face, and he exuded the chilling aura of an angelic boss who battled the protagonist in Devil May Cry levels.

A chill ran down the spines of Falk and Razan. Their intuition told them that the difference in strength between the person who was now sacrificing himself and the great mage who had died yesterday was like that between an infant and a warrior.

Even from such a great distance, one could still feel the immense magical power emanating from Shi Yu.

Razan, sensing something, cried out in bewilderment:

"Impossible... a super S-class... catastrophe-level human?"

The soldiers of the kingdom, the Holy Order, and the Flying Knights all gasped in shock.

At this moment, a huge hemispherical magic circle, ten meters long, expanded outward from Shi Yu's body, forming the symbol "690".

A semi-transparent pattern, resembling both text and symbols, appeared above the magic circle, emitting a blue-white light.

The translucent patterns changed rapidly, and the text that appeared was never the same for even a moment.

The clear blue light kept changing, illuminating the surroundings in a dreamlike way.

Razan swallowed hard; this magic was even more terrifying than the nuclear explosion magic he had cast on himself after death!

The magic circle broke.

Countless particles of light flew into the sky.

It spread out rapidly, like an explosion.

The entire surface of the swamp lake turned into ice in an instant.

The kingdom's army soldiers screamed as their feet were frozen in the ice.

Ferken and Lhasa immediately roared,

"Quickly set up a magic barrier!"

A magical shield opened, struggling to resist the onslaught of winter.

The soldiers quickly lifted their feet and pulled them out of the ice, which fortunately wasn't too thick.

Everyone was shivering from the cold, looking disheveled.

Razan flew into the sky.

Everything within sight was completely frozen.

The endless swamp stretches deep into the forest, all covered with shimmering ice.

However, this only applies to the ground; it seems the other party simply wants to level the ground.

"A monster...?!"

Razan stared blankly at everything before him.

"ptotection-energy·ice (ice attribute defense)!"

The mages below were continuously casting cold-resistance spells on the warriors.

At this moment, a giant stone statue over 30 meters tall rose from the forest. Its thick, rocky chest shimmered with a red light like a heartbeat. Its short, stout body with thick hands and fat legs was even somewhat cute, if it weren't 30 meters tall.

The stone statue slowly began to move, lifting a huge rock from somewhere and then tossing it out like a pebble.

A boulder the size of a small mountain crashed onto the icy surface of the swamp with a deafening roar, causing the earth to tremble.

Ferken stared blankly at the hill. He was 100% certain that if the stone had landed in the center of the army, they would have been wiped out.

Everyone's legs trembled at the sight before them; if no one had been injured or killed, they probably would have run away long ago.

The undead legion ahead began to move.

All the skeletons approached the rock, then crouched down, holding their flat shields horizontally.

The other skeletons leaped onto the shields held up by the skeletons, nimbly maintaining their balance, and raised their own shields just like the skeletons below.

Falk and Razan stared in disbelief at the incredible scene before them, their scalps tingling.

Those guys I suspected were from the Mythical Legion... were just stairs?!

The skeletons approached the boulder with incredible speed, and the staircase composed of a high-ranking undead legion finally took shape.