Necromancer: A New Era

On the vast grassland, in front of the huge earthen fort, a million beastmen were waiting in battle array. Their array was like a dark ocean, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. The beastmen were dressed in rough animal skins, holding various sharp weapons, with wildness and killing desire flashing in their eyes.

Twenty kilometers away, the two million human troops were already in battle formation. Their formation was neat and uniform, with military flags flying and armor shining with a cold light. The human warriors had resolute faces and high morale. They knew the importance of this battle and would do whatever it took to protect their homes and loved ones.

In the center of the orc army, which was like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, a passage slowly opened up, as if to pave the way for the king who was about to descend. The orc king's chariot, the royal chariot that symbolized supreme power, slowly drove out of it. The extremely powerful orc king sat on it, his expression like a frozen snow mountain, cold and unfathomable.

When he arrived at the front line of the battle, his majestic figure slowly stood up, his hands raised high, as if he could hold up the entire sky. Millions of beastmen, like ignited flames, shouted in unison, their fighting spirit reaching its peak at this moment.

In the human camp, the Holy Empire's pope rose slowly and gracefully like a white crane dancing. All the human warriors focused their attention on him, as if he was the beacon in their hearts. The pope flew higher and higher until he was in the sky, where he quietly spread his hands. At that moment, holy light bloomed from his body like the rising sun.

The prayer sounded slowly from his mouth, and the divine light became brighter and brighter like an awakened dragon, spreading to the surroundings. However, the orc king just watched coldly, with a disdainful arc on his lips: "Humph, pretending to be a god, you are just a charlatan."

But at the moment when the holy light was at its brightest, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and a huge divine light descended from the sky, as if it came from a mysterious outer world. The huge light column enveloped the entire human camp, and then, a huge and suffocating statue of light slowly descended from the center of the divine light.

"Is this...is this really a power that humans can reach?"

"A miracle! A miracle has appeared! God has not abandoned us!"

The believers who came to support from the Holy Empire burst into cheers.

“Oh my god, is this the power of God?”

A warrior looked up at the sky, shocked by the great miracle, and muttered to himself.

Everyone in the human camp was deeply shocked by this terrifying yet sacred scene. Even the orc king widened his eyes at this moment, and an unprecedented surprise surged in his heart. The feeling from the center of the divine light was somewhat similar to the divine power emanating from the Lord Demon God that he felt in the Demon Abyss, but it was far different from the Lord Demon God, like ink. But this alone was enough for him to put away his contempt.

With the arrival of the statue, the morale of the human warriors was like a blazing fire, and their shouts shook the sky and seemed to tear the sky apart. At this moment, the Pope's majestic voice also rang out: "God bless my people, we will win today's battle!" After that, a warm feeling like spring enveloped all the human warriors, and a hundred times more power than the prayer magic descended on them, and their overall strength was greatly increased!

Although the Orc King gnashed his teeth and wished he could destroy everything in front of him immediately, he had to temporarily retreat in the face of such divine power.

The Orc King had no choice but to take out an ancient horn. Magic patterns flashing with black light flowed on the horn. The power of the sanctuary was mobilized, and the horn sounded. In an instant, dark clouds gathered, and rolling black air gathered in the sky, rolling down like a thundercloud. The scene became extremely depressing for a time. As the black clouds descended, they enveloped the millions of orc army. The orc warriors seemed to be entangled by a strange power, and their reason disappeared bit by bit, replaced by a kind of violence and murderousness. Bloody eyes flashed red light.

The Pope was in the middle of the battle. Seeing the changes in the orc camp, he whispered, "The power of the demons?" Then he looked at the Sword Master and said slowly, "Old friend, be careful. There is something strange about this orc king. His power is related to the demons."

The atmosphere on the grassland was extremely tense, and both sides were waiting for the battle to begin. The wind quietly stopped, as if it was also holding its breath for the upcoming war. The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder was faint, as if foreshadowing that a bloody fight was about to begin.

In this silent moment, the commanders of both sides prayed silently in their hearts. They knew that this battle would determine the fate of the two races. The winner would gain glory and the right to survive, while the loser would face annihilation.

Finally, with the sound of a horn, the battle began. The beastman army rushed towards the human position like a tide, and their roars resounded through the sky. The human warriors were not afraid and welcomed the beastman's attack. For a moment, the shouts of killing, the sounds of weapons clashing, and the screams intertwined, forming a tragic war scene.

The Orc King flew up, and the Sword Master and the Pope also rushed out. The power of the Sanctuary was too destructive, so they flew away from the battlefield tacitly.

The eldest prince looked at the powerful men going away, with a vague ominous premonition in his heart. He sighed slightly and began to command the royal guards to join the battle.

On the battlefield, the orcs and human soldiers fought hand to hand, blood splattered everywhere. Muffled groans, the sound of swords entering flesh, and roars filled the air. Every swing was accompanied by the disappearance of life. In the air, the orc king was fighting fiercely with the sword master and the pope. The orc king's strength was beyond imagination, and even when facing two strong men from the holy domain, he was not at all inferior.

At this time, the situation on the battlefield gradually tilted towards the human race. Although the beastmen were violent and bloodthirsty, the number and strong impact of the human race gradually made it difficult for them to resist. The eldest prince led the guards, each of whom was very powerful, the lowest was level 5, and most were level 6. When they charged, no one could resist them, and they cleared a large area in one encounter.

However, at this moment, an accident happened. A group of mysterious black shadows suddenly emerged from the beastman army. They shuttled across the battlefield at a very fast speed, and wherever they passed, human soldiers fell one after another. The attacks of these black shadows were extremely strange and difficult to defend against.

The eldest prince's face changed drastically, and he realized that this was the secret weapon of the beastmen. Seeing that the human race's defense line was about to collapse, he gritted his teeth and led the guards to rush towards the shadow without hesitation...

The guards held sharp blades in their hands, raised their strong shields and collided with the Black Shadow Legion. Under the leadership of the eldest prince, they fought with the Black Shadow Legion.

In the distant sanctuary battlefield, under the leadership of Alex, five sanctuaries, three orc priests, and three upper-level orc sanctuary patriarchs were fighting together, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner for a while.

The sky in the distance was shining with various colors, and from time to time a huge sword energy shot out, splitting the distant mountains into two by the aftermath of the sword energy.

Tang Yue was at the edge of the mage army, following Christie to block the enemy on the flank, and collided with a group of orc troops. One hundred thousand orcs exuded an evil aura, holding all kinds of strange weapons, roaring as they collided with Christie's army.

Limbs flew everywhere and the knives cut into the flesh. After killing the humans, the cruel orcs did not bother to fight anymore. They grabbed the remains of the human warriors and started to eat them, chewing cruelly without any scruples. Their eyes looked at the humans as if they were looking at a delicious meal.

Under the guidance and training of Legion Commander Christie, the legion conducted simple battle formation learning, which came in handy at this moment. Several large teams, with huge shields in front, resisted the impact, and thrust their spears through the gaps. In an instant, the orcs' intestines were pierced and their stomachs were torn apart, and they wailed.

The large legion of mages cast spells and huge fireballs fell, clearing out the gathered orcs one after another.

As the battle formation charged, the orcs gradually lost their strength and began to flee. Christie saw the opportunity and raised her sword and shouted, "Change the battle formation, charge formation, and take them down in one fell swoop."

Following an order, the legions gathered and began to charge, and the mage group began to chant auxiliary magic.

More and more orcs fled, as if they were turning around and running away. As the humans charged forward, the situation suddenly became a massacre.

The eldest prince was in a tough fight. As the fighting lasted longer, the black shadows revealed their true forms. They were mutant werewolf warriors, very different from normal werewolves. They were slender but possessed strange and enormous strength, and their strength would not decrease, as if they would never be exhausted. Human warriors suffered heavy casualties when they met them, and even the giant alloy shields were cracked by a single cut.

The werewolves' eyes were flashing with evil black light, their eyes were pitch black, and rune chains covered with spikes were wrapped around their bodies, making them look even more ferocious.

Even with the powerful capabilities of the Imperial Guards, they were unable to withstand the attack for a while, and casualties occurred soon after.

On the front battlefield, the soldiers of the four legions were in a state of misery that could not be described. The bodies had already piled up like a mountain. The two sides stepped on the bodies and fought. They were already blood-thirsty. For the sake of their homes and survival, both sides were determined not to retreat even a single step. You cut me with a knife, but I was killed by a spear stabbed from nowhere. Every minute and every second, human or beast warriors fell.