Chapter 381: Are You Waiting for Me? (Part 1)

  At this moment, all the zombies and skeletons no longer paid attention to the coalition forces on the verge of collapse, but instead all charged toward the few people behind the dazzling sword light. These undead, which had been quiet all along, were now like madmen, trampling and squeezing each other, charging with a ferocity even greater than that of the orcs. This tsunami of the dead instantly gathered an unprecedented peak, pressing down upon them with overwhelming force.

  The Sword of Holy Cross seemed very insignificant beneath this endless sea of undead, like a trivial dagger, but all the undead that approached—be they zombies, skeletons, ghosts, or even the magic of Wights—were shattered and scattered into nothingness under the white sword light.

  This was not Lancelot's power alone. The sword momentum, which Roland had gathered the sword energy and sword intent of all the Paladin Order swordsmen into one strike, still remained on its trajectory. The Sword of Holy Cross then activated, superimposed, and erupted with it. This was a combined strike from the two strongest swordsmen on the continent.

  No zombie had the ability to withstand such a strike. It didn't matter how flexible these zombies and skeletons were, how much they had recovered their pre-death combat strength, or how high their power and agility were; it was all useless. All power had converged on this single point—this sword energy and sword intent, substantial as reality. This single strike forcibly carved out a small but incomparably fierce wave in the ferocious tsunami of the dead, carrying the several people behind it as it broke through the peak and waves, stabbing straight ahead.

  This was a strike that had long been planned. This charge of dozens of li, the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of soldiers turned to mud—it was all to unleash such a strike at this place, close to the final barrier. They were to use this strongest strike to kill their way all the way to that blackest of blackness.

  It was a pity that reality could never be predicted by a plan. This seemingly all-powerful strike, that could cut through thorns and ride the wind and waves, was blocked right before the formation of the giant skeletal beasts.

  Eight zombie Titans raised their hands. A vast amount of air element, mixed with the aura of The Black Star, condensed together. Eight giant gray thunderballs appeared in their hands.

  Possessing the souls of Titans sealed within The Black Star, even if they couldn't match the legendary Titans who truly controlled heavenly lightning, they at least possessed a small fraction of a Titan's power. And even real Titans did not have the shared consciousness under The Black Star that these zombies possessed. Several giant gray thunderballs, from different angles and distances, struck the flying, stabbing Sword of Holy Cross at the exact same moment, without the slightest deviation.

  If it were one, two, or even three or four thunderballs, no matter how large or condensed they were, they would have only dissolved like ice before this sword energy and sword intent. But this was eight.

  Within these eight gathered gray spheres, even space itself seemed to begin to crack. The power concentrated at a single point had already surpassed a Forbidden Spell. The substantial sword light, sword energy, and sword intent finally collapsed along with the grayness.

  A colossal roar, like the sky falling and the earth splitting, echoed. The torn, massive fluctuations and gray electric light scattered and expanded in all directions. The towering tsunami of the dead scattered like a sandpile in a storm, twisted into extremely fine powder while still in the air.

  The Sword of Holy Cross had turned to nothingness. But although this immense sword intent and sword energy were broken, it still blocked the strike from the zombie Titans, and the few people falling behind were completely unharmed. What they now faced were giant monsters dozens of times their size.

  More than ten skeletal dragons, flapping their wings, had already flown over. A green flame was faintly visible in their mouths. Although this was not ordinary dragon breath, it was necrotic fire that consumed flesh and eroded bone. But before they could even arrive, these colossal creatures suddenly plunged headfirst toward the ground.

  With a few crisp cracks, these skeletal dragons were actually shattered to pieces. These were not simply brittle, weak skeletons. The undead bones strengthened by The Black Star were harder than granite. At the same time, all the giant skeletal beasts around them also fell to the ground with a loud rumble, along with the other zombies and skeletons that were pouncing and charging toward here. They all fell, collapsing. The frozen sand beneath their feet seemed to have suddenly become quicksand, gradually swallowing their bodies.

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  Master Graden's face was ashen gray, like a dead man's. He remained seated cross-legged on the ground, coldly chanting his incantation. Even while wearing a specially blessed holy amulet from the Church, the deathly aura and black energy here were simply too heavy. The white light on him was like a flickering candle in the wind under the erosion of The Black Star's aura. Beside him were Lancelot, Gru, and Ethan. But even they, at the center of the Gravity Field, found it difficult to move. A glow of Battle Qi appeared around each of them, supporting their bodies to keep from sinking into the sand.

  Gravity Field was perhaps the only magic that could have a significant effect on the Lich King. Even the Lich King and The Black Star would not be immune to gravity, the most fundamental law of nature. That was why Tower Master Graden had been chosen to be the one to charge toward the final objective. But now, he had no choice but to use his Gravity Field here.

  The zombie Titans, skeletal dragons, and Behemoths had all sunk into the desert below. But even this was not enough. Their massive bodies, like rotten wood, continuously collapsed under the immense gravity. If they were just ordinary skeletons and zombies, this Gravity Field would be no different from a top-tier Slow spell. But for these skeletal monsters as tall as mountains, a sudden increase of dozens of times in weight was more than their bodies and skeletons could bear.

  The ghosts filling the sky could no longer be described as a blizzard, but as a boiled and exploded blizzard. Layer upon layer of gray, translucent, skull-shaped ghosts rolled and tumbled as they pounced toward them. Only these undead were unaffected by the Gravity Field. And the people in the center...

  "Scram." A thunderous roar suddenly burst out. Gru stood tall, holding the longbow in his hand and facing the ghosts coming from the sky. Let alone fear or dread, there was not a trace of anger, hostility, or fighting spirit on his face. In his eyes, the fierce ghosts and vengeful spirits swarming toward him were even more insignificant than raindrops.

  Ghosts would not listen, nor would they "scram," but all the ghosts that approached him were scattered into nothingness by this one roar, and those that had not approached no longer dared to come closer.

  This was not an effect created by magic or Battle Qi, and certainly not the power of words, but the direct power of the soul.

  All the remaining ghosts converged toward the giant skeletal beasts, then gathered like a tide toward the heads of several skeletal dragons. Their translucent ghostly bodies continuously melted and fused with each other. After all the ghosts in the sky had vanished, what appeared on the heads of the skeletal dragons were several pale, ethereal bodies.

  They were no longer the airy, transparent bodies of ghosts. Although slender, strange, and ethereal, they now had bodies condensed as if real, and their faces were no longer the various blurry, ferocious skulls, but pale, strange, gaunt female faces. These were the highest-level undead monsters, Banshees, condensed from tens of thousands of ghosts.

  All the Banshees opened their mouths wide. The darkness in the air suddenly poured into their mouths. Their large, pale, empty mouths, like bottomless pits, madly devoured the dark aura in the space. The next second, the top-tier necromantic spell, Banshee's Howl, was about to burst forth.

  But just half a second later, these Banshees, the howls they were brewing, and the skeletal dragon heads they stood on all disappeared, swept over by several green lights. Whether ethereal bodies or physical objects, everything was sent flying into the sky as fragments.

  Gru was still standing there, in the central area of the Gravity Field. He had finally raised the Phantom Divine Bow he had been holding. Without even taking aim, he just casually drew and released the string. Several green lights shot from the bow, turning the Banshees into a sky full of fragments without the slightest deviation.

  It was unknown whether it was due to his elven blood, but although he had never used a bow and arrow before, his posture shooting with this longbow was far more proficient and natural than that of any elven archer master. In his hands, this bow was no longer a bow; it seemed to be a part of his body, a limb he had used for years, as natural as his hands and feet. The light shot from the bow was also no longer the same as when it was in the hands of the elven patrol. If what Kaelin shot could still be considered arrows, this was a ballista used for besieging a city.

  The glow of Battle Qi on Gru began to shine, and an even greater green light continuously shot from the bow. Whether they were zombie Titans or skeletal dragons, this continuous barrage of arrow light, in the blink of an eye, drew a long, green dragon in the sky that destroyed everything, rolling forward and turning all obstructing things ahead into flying ash.

  The Gravity Field was gradually weakening. This was, after all, a great magic comparable to a Forbidden Spell. No matter how profound Master Graden's earth magic was, he could not sustain it for long. Some of the giant beasts had stopped sinking into the sand and were trying to stand up, but a flash of green arrow light passed by, and these beasts were instantly turned into a sky full of fragments.

  A long howl that shook the heavens and earth echoed. In this endless darkness, a ball of green-white light shot into the sky. The light was actually not very strong or dazzling, but the surrounding darkness showed signs of retreating.

  Under this not-so-strong light, the skeletons and zombies all faltered. This ball of light was now like a sun that had suddenly ignited in the sea of death. Following the long howl, this sun violently erupted in mid-air with a brilliance that reached for the heavens—a green brilliance.

  The skeletons and zombies all around had already piled up like mountains, and it was mountains beyond mountains, each higher than the last. But in the midst of this incomparably brilliant and dazzling green light, the mountains of undead were gradually collapsing, gradually vanishing into ash.

  For the first time, the sea of the dead was truly and thoroughly, passively disturbed. Everyone who saw it had the feeling that this boundless darkness could also be broken apart at any moment.

  That was not a real sun. It was Gru, having erupted with all of his Battle Qi. And what was radiating in all directions was not sunlight, but the arrow light from the Phantom Divine Bow in his hand.

  This was certainly not the time or place for surprise, but everyone, including Lancelot, was stunned and shocked to see this scene. Although many people knew that when Gru took up a weapon, it would be astonishing, no one could believe that such a scene could be created by just one person and one weapon.

  Only Ethan did not seem too surprised.

  "Leave the guys coming from behind to you." His expression was grave. He glanced back and shouted loudly to Gru in the sky, then broke into a run, charging toward the darkest blackness ahead.