Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

The first to attack was the Death Banshee.

The wail of the banshee is the most famous talent of this class of undead creatures. Such stories are often circulated in tavern secret talks. A heroic adventurer encountered the banshee of death during the journey, and was almost lured into the world of the dead by her sad and mournful singing. She successfully resists by sheer force of mind (and occasional scenes of loyalty to the homely Mistress)—thus the succubi in that story are as unreliable as the previous succubi, and they are described more like mermaids.

Howling, just named this skill with a word that most living people can understand. The banshee's howling is a spiritual spell, and it does not require the unity or beauty of the sound melody. It does not affect the effect of the spell, just like a mage chanting the character pair, who cares whether you are a dialect or an elegant court grammar.Even if the banshee was dumb before she died, it didn't affect the effect of the "wailing" spell.

There was a buzzing tremor in the air, and it wasn't until most of the military mages were dizzy and the fireballs were thrown on their own people that they realized that it was the famous Death Banshee's wail.

The banshees come together, most of them are sad and beautiful, or sad and sad. Each banshee has a sad story of tears for those who hear it. Higher types, but the group of banshees who appeared on the battlefield obviously have not experienced the devil-style vocal music training of the high priest Yingyue Siyue. Their howls are natural, strange, and unpleasant. The vocal cords of dead people are like bowstrings that shoot sharp weapons , people's eardrums suffered terrible torture, and the priests and dark knights present all made major mistakes, failing to judge the banshee's wail in the first place.

"I really admire Helena." Yalan frowned, the spell didn't affect him, but his hearing was severely attacked, "How on earth did your teacher train a group of banshees to become a well-known chorus singer in the northern countries? group?"

"That's the unsolved mystery of the Shadow Moon Temple!" Etjaye replied with his ears blocked.

The mental attack prevents the mage from fully concentrating, which is a fatal blow to low-level spellcasters. Perhaps the Oslant Empire will step up the recruitment of mid-level and high-level spellcasters to join the magic army after this battle. Of course, the premise is that they can guard the south gate. Otherwise, in the days to come, the fertile southeastern hills and the fertile plains will be involved in a literal life-and-death confrontation.

The wailing of the banshee is like a series of invisible sharp knives, directly piercing the minds of the mages. They are the primary target of the banshees, and the spiritual power of the military mages is really not strong enough. In comparison, although the mental power of those next to them is weaker, they are not The main objective's fortress defenders are surprisingly much better and still hold weapons.

What's worse is that the lich is ready to go, waiting for the opportunity with spells in hand, and the rare melee lich leads the queue of death knights, and the army crushes the city.

The ropes were thrown from the city wall, the crumbling military mages were moved away, the crenels left by the high walls were moved aside, and the fortress defenders were ready to go out to fight. They had to try to keep the enemy out, and no one had the confidence to guarantee the undead creatures Can't climb the wall and turn over.Military mages who can still work continue to target slime monsters. The temple branch in the city has been preparing holy water for many days-it is very simple, using special magic to dissolve the holy light in water. The level of priests in the branch hall is really limited. The holy water The water is so thin that even the skeletons can't be scattered, but the soldiers who go out of the city drink a sip each, which is better than nothing, so that if they die unfortunately, the corpses are not so easy to be turned into weapons by the opponent.

Kevin had no objection to this move, although it made it more difficult for the priest to use the corpse, but...the great priest Helena himself was not fully sure of competing with the lich for control, and they didn't want to take the risk.

The Banshee's wailing continued, making the military mage terribly inefficient. The soldiers who were about to descend the city wall were also shrouded in wailing, and some of them even foamed at the mouth.

The Shadowmoon Priest Group couldn't do anything about it. The Banshees stood far away, even behind the Lich who was overwhelming the formation. These dead women had no other abilities. The master would not be so stupid as to let these banshees attack the defense line of the city wall guarded by high-ranking shadow moon priests, they concentrated on hiding behind and howling.

Letting the banshees howl at each other is completely unfeasible. The banshees of the shadow moon priests at the scene can't form a group. The band of the great priest is really a band, and they are still practicing their voices in their lair. The death banshee is in these dark In the eyes of magic spellcasters, none of them have been regarded as effective combat power, and there is no banshee on their side other than Adeline in the entire Galaxy Fortress.

But the singing sounded suddenly on the city wall.

It is not the cry of the dead, but the hymn of the living.

Behind them, Yalan held the holy sword in his hand and held it in front of his chest. He didn't use any amplification magic, but the soldiers on the entire city wall heard his song, which was the most common song praising the light. It is even popular in the capital city to use it as a lullaby for children. Everyone will sing this simple song, except for the parts of ah ah ah and la la la. The lyrics are unpretentious and there are only three lines back and forth:

"I praise the light, which makes me see the dawn.

"I praise the light, it makes me believe in hope.

"I praise the light, it makes me not afraid of the night."

However, the high priest of light himself, wearing a white robe and holding a holy sword, melted his mighty power of holy light into the song. Every word of this song is a holy prayer, and it becomes the song of the priest holding the sword. Legion Battle Formation Spell - Hope Blessing.

The invigorating power spread among the living, and the wailing of the dead banshee was resisted by the spreading light. A sharp knife was pierced on the shield, and the flexible and unbreakable guard guarded the spiritual defense of every mage. They raised their weapons again, The superposition magic has reached a perfect fit again, and the slime monster that has climbed up the city wall melts quickly.

The spiritual force fell into the souls of the banshees, and the resurrected women uttered desperate cries with all the resentment in the past. The various past events they experienced, but without exception, were all tragedies, and they were turning into piercing wounds. The sharp blade of the living's faith, they wailed and cried, and Meiyan finally became distorted and crazy.

The priest's singing stagnated slightly, and soon, another harmony joined in, bringing the melody back into tune. The paladins gathered around him, their voices were deeper and sonorous, beating in his heart, like a battle drum.

Faster than the defenders of the fortress, the Dark Knights have jumped off the high wall in one order. They stomped on the wall, kicked the slime monsters away, and crescent-shaped dark vindictive energy collided with the oncoming undead creatures, like mowing the grass.

They don't have any formations, but they are not completely scattered. The order given by their shadow director, Et Gaya, is to go straight to the Lich. The black figures blend into the tide of undead creatures, spread out, but are closely connected, echoing Each other's position, their peers on the high wall shielded them, the spells of the priests fell on the dead ends of the dark knights' swords, and the undead creatures of Shadowmoon served as the shields for the knights.

"The Lich's Curse!" Mevis suddenly yelled to remind the dark knights on the front line, of course they couldn't hear it, but the priests standing aside instantly erected a wall of bones, and the Lich's withering curse hit the wall, and the death spell It didn't affect the dead objects and dissipated quietly.

In this situation, the Holy White Knights finally started to act. Their experience in large-scale wars was completely blank. None of the hunted magic spellcasters brought their own legions. Mevis didn't blindly order the Holy White Knights to join the battle. They had been silently protecting the Shadow Moon Priests. Now that the Lich appeared, the Holy White Knights felt that this was back to their professional field.

They took out strange green badges from their weapon bags and wore them on their chests. As soon as they took them out, Kevin, who was closest to the Holy White Knight, yelled and pushed Mavis back. Due to the slightly larger difference in height and body shape, Kevin bumped into a mountain named Mevis head-on, and was bounced back.

Mavis hurried to pull him, but Kevin avoided immediately, preferring to fall and not let Mavis get close.

"Stupid!" Kevin roared angrily again, "What is that, you took out something to restrain the power of the undead beside the necromancer?"

The artifacts produced by Kantana Loya Temple are often bad to use. After all, they have a history of iron fists. The Holy White Knights never treat prisoners preferentially, and are proud of being cruel. Everything they bring out is definitely a tool of torture—especially for For undead spellcasters.

The entire Shadowmoon priests glared at the Holy White Knight.

"The life rune of God Makino." Mevis picked it up and squeezed it in his hand, "I'm sorry...we don't have experience fighting with Shadow Moon."

"Get away!!!" Kevin screamed.

The Holy White Knights hurriedly rolled away under the leadership of Mevis. They imitated the Dark Knight and jumped off the city wall, but they landed directly without pulling out their weapons. After landing, they put on the runes again. The power of the Holy White Knight is condensed.

The classification of priests of Makino God is very unclear. All of them are superb in martial arts, and everyone can order Makino magic. Unlike the temple shadow moon, the knights, priests and priests are clearly divided. At this time, the holy white knights took out An inconspicuous wooden stick with the life rune of God Makino on it, but it’s hard to see clearly if you don’t look carefully. It’s not good for sects that don’t rely on believers for food. The things they take out are not ritualistic at all. It doesn't look good, anyway, their funds come from donations from various countries, and the followers of the Muye God in the wasteland don't care about the ritual beauty at all.

Immediately afterwards, the warm flames rushed to those simple wooden sticks out of thin air, and the holy white knight held them up, like raising torches on the return day of spring or midsummer night, and also like dancing on autumn harvest day to praise the warm scene before harvest.

——Then...then, before the eyes of everyone, the Holy White Knight really started dancing.

They took strange steps, their movements were not neat, but they were in an overall rhythm. The earth answered them deeply. The ground they stepped on was green spreading in the place full of death, and the power of life flowed in the air. All the undead creatures slammed on the brakes, and the holy white knight brought the vitality of the entire wilderness to this battlefield. The death energy was suppressed, and the undead creatures let out screams.

The knights of the Makino God dance around the bonfire. The dance is a tribute to the pastures and wilderness, and it is a tribute to the endless spring and autumn. It's just that the gods of different families have different requirements...

Even so, Kevin, who was overlooking everything, covered his face in pain.

——Mavis, the leader of the Holy White Knights, never lies, he dances really ugly.