Dead silence, desolate.
General Atlan rode his warhorse to the legendary doomsday plane, and was greeted by a stench of corpses that made him want to vomit.
Years of military career have made him accustomed to the stench of corpses, but what about the enemy
General Atlan looked around the entire plain battlefield and saw nothing but corpses... and in the distance there was only a lonely city wall standing tall.
He had thought that this dead plane would be filled with demons, Zerg, abyss, chaos and other monsters, and Marshal Amt's team had already brought a lot of them with them.
But there seems to be nothing in this plane, only corpses and a group of cute saviors jumping around.
wrong!
The warhorse that General Atlan was riding suddenly became extremely uneasy. A strange magical power was surging on the ground, and the entire ground began to tremble slightly.
"Sir... the body... is moving!"
"An army of the undead?"
General Atlan looked at the bodies of soldiers lying on the battlefield in the distance. They used their broken weapons to support their bodies and slowly stood up in the barren land. Some of the bodies even stood up again in a posture that defied gravity.
He stared at a zombie in heavy armor. The zombie soldier turned his head towards General Atlan. The zombie soldier once again raised the sword in his hand in almost slow motion and aimed it at General Atlan. The next second, scarlet soul fire burned in its pupils.
"The entire army prepares for battle!" General Atlan immediately gave the order, and the soldiers in the front row of the army raised their shields and stood in front of General Atlan.
"Crossbowmen! Mage team!"
The general issued orders one by one, intending to engage in a positional battle with the zombie army.
A three-meter-long oval-shaped bomb suddenly fell from the sky.
"That's an alchemical bomb called a quantum bomb! Tell your soldiers to close their eyes! Quick!" The Lancer's reminder sounded in front of General Atlan.
But it was too late... This quantum bomb accurately penetrated the densest area of the revived zombie soldiers, and a scorching flash accompanied by an explosion burst out on the battlefield.
General Atlan felt a sting in his eyes...
"What is that! An enemy weapon?" General Atlan asked loudly.
"It's an advanced skill in the Holy Spirit called Gunner." The Lancer answered in a loud voice.
“The Holy Spirit?”
Atlan forced his eyes open, only to find that there were thirteen more identical quantum bombs on the battlefield.
"Damn it!" General Atlan felt that his eyes were about to be blinded by these explosive bombs, but it was not over yet... The temperature of the entire battlefield suddenly dropped, and several battlefields in the distance fell into an extremely cold storm and a deep purple black hole.
"They really are merciless!" the Lancer shouted again.
"What is that?"
"Ice Feast and Annihilation Black Hole! Advanced skills of the Elementalist!"
General Atlan didn't hear what the Lancer was saying at all, because a tiger-like roar was heard from the battlefield on the other side.
Magic... In Atlan's eyes, a tiger made of magic was pouncing on the battlefield.
"Tiger shakes the earth, I remember this move!" the Lancer said again.
"I know the power of these Holy Spirits! But can their fighting be organized at all?!"
General Atlan raised his voice and shouted loudly to the Lancer. Now the environment on the battlefield has become a complete mess, with all kinds of skill special effects flying all over the battlefield.
The positional warfare envisioned by General Atlan has turned into a chaotic street fight, or simply a war of fighting with magic.
"Get out of the way! You NPCs are blocking my way!"
Just as General Atlan asked this question, a vehicle with a drill fell from the sky. It made a "thump thump thump" sound like a tractor and drove quickly towards the battlefield in the distance.
The appearance of this vehicle also caused the formation that Marshal Atlan had worked so hard to form to collapse.
"That vehicle is an ice drill, which is made by a profession called magician. The Holy Spirits all fight on their own, and only a small number of them form a team." The Lancer continued to help General Atlan understand the living habits of these Holy Spirits.
"Why are these NPCs blocking the road? Can you please make way for them?"
General Atlan heard a dull sound behind him again. He turned around and almost drew his sword to kill the Holy Spirit.
In fact, some soldiers couldn't help but do so, but they didn't hit the target.
A demon...a demon that is two meters tall.
"Demon! Why is there a demon here!" General Atlan shouted in disbelief, but his movement to swing the sword was blocked by the Lancer.
"That's the Avenger, a professional branch chosen by the priests in the Holy Spirit. I have also inquired about this profession. Although they say that it is to give the body and mind to the devil... but... how to explain it." The Lancer really didn't know how to explain it.
But the Avengers player with the Hetu ID on his head glanced at General Atlan who was acting too radically.
"You're bald, obviously because you're under a lot of pressure. Since we're of the same kind, I'll give you a hand." He kindly cast a slow healing spell on the general.
Under the general's somewhat collapsed gaze, the demon used its sharp claws to cast a magic filled with holy light on his head.
Then he felt the baptism of holy light.
After releasing his healing skills, the Avenger player ran towards the distant battlefield without looking back.
"I still suggest that your soldiers make way for those holy spirits." The Lancer said as he glanced at the holy spirits that emerged from the cracks in time and space.
"Then what are we bringing soldiers here for?" General Atlan asked puzzledly.
"The tower spirit told us that we only need to defend this place and provide some support to the Holy Spirits. If necessary, we can sell some potions to the Holy Spirits. And if you use magic stones as a reward, you can entrust the Holy Spirits to do some tasks."
The Lancer began to teach General Atlan how to be a good NPC in the dungeon.
"This situation applies to soldiers under your command who get lost in this doomsday plane." The Lancer added.
"Do you believe in this group of unknown saviors?"
General Atlan listened to the Lancer's description, as if he was telling him to lay down his weapons and wait for victory.
But those zombies were not ordinary undead. They did not fall down even after being hit by several powerful skills of the Holy Spirit.
"If you intend to join this melee, I will not stop you. The order given to me by His Majesty the King is to defend the plane of the Trial Tower, not to attack. As for the decision of your Dark Flame Country, it has nothing to do with us."
The Lancer pointed to the battlefield in the distance where explosions, frost, and hurricanes were intertwined and said.
(End of this chapter)