1116: Reinforcements from the city

Two days later.

The Dragon Country's four armies continued their unstoppable advance, flattening any obstacles in their path.

In just two days, the number of Dead Spirits killed reached five million.

The Rank of all Legion warriors participating in this battle had basically increased by one Rank, and two Commanders had already pushed open the Nine Revolution gate; after returning to seclusion, they would become Nine-Rotation Kings revered by thousands.

This led to the soldiers, who had endured two days of continuous fighting, not only feeling no fatigue but also having their morale soar even higher, each full of drive.

On this day, the marching army was rapidly approaching the Dead Spirit Upper Five Cities, and beyond the Upper Five Cities lay the Dead Spirit Race's most important Holy City.

As long as the Upper Five Cities were flattened, the final decisive battle would commence.

Outside the Dead Spirit Holy City.

In a certain area of the sky, the air was subtly distorted, and the wind, upon reaching this point, met an obstruction and was forced to divert to both sides.

Wang Chen, concealing his tracks, was hiding within, holding a meeting with Zhang Zhilong, who was thousands of miles away, via a data terminal.

“The advance speed of each team is very fast!”

“Notify all Commanders to raise their vigilance. The upcoming battle will not be as smooth as before; the Dead Spirits are probably going to fight to the death.”

At the end of the meeting, Wang Chen gave a reminder before concluding it.

After putting away the data terminal, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a look of helplessness.

“Why are these Dead Spirits like shrinking turtles?”

For the past two days, Wang Chen's plan while hiding outside the Dead Spirit Holy City was to intercept reinforcements and silently improve his own strength.

However…

The Dead Spirit Race was too cautious!

They turned a blind eye to the continuously breached gathering places, and in two days, they did not send out a single support team.

“Damn it!”

“Did I kill too many before? Did I cause them psychological trauma?”

Wang Chen felt extremely helpless about this outcome.

Staying outside the Dead Spirit Holy City for these two days, he hadn't gained any experience points, which almost bored him to death.

As for going to help the four armies, Wang Chen had considered it, but he hadn't acted on it.

After all, as a Marshal, as the supreme commander of the Expeditionary Group Army, it was simply too embarrassing for him to go and snatch experience from his subordinate soldiers, especially after he had explicitly stated he wouldn't interfere.

“Should I put more pressure on them?”

“If they don't come out, I can try attacking their defensive barrier to see if I can lure out two experience babies.”

Looking at the incredibly sturdy Guardian Array defensive barrier of the Dead Spirit Holy City below, Wang Chen's eyes showed contemplation.

Doing so wasn't impossible, but the risk was a bit high, and the success rate wasn't great either.

However…

Just as Wang Chen was contemplating, there was sudden movement within the Dead Spirit Holy City below.

The thick Guardian Array defensive barrier suddenly flickered, and then the tightly closed city gate opened, from which a well-equipped team emerged.

Leading them was a Late Stage Rank 9 Necromancer, followed by one hundred Peak Rank 8 Temple Guards, whom Wang Chen had seen before.

“Finally, some movement!”

“This team of experience babies, I won't be polite!”

Upon seeing this, Wang Chen's eyes burst with astonishing brilliance, and he became completely energized.

However, he remained in place, quietly waiting for the team below to move away from the Dead Spirit Holy City.

It was too close to the Dead Spirit Holy City, and taking action here could easily trigger attacks from the Dead Spirit Holy City; it would be bad if the Mother Goddess of the Undead was lured out.

It was better for the Mother Goddess of the Undead to recover her injuries properly, restore her strength, and then drop a lot of gold!

At this stage, no one should interfere with anyone else.

...

...

On the desolate wilderness.

A team of over a hundred was rapidly galloping.

“Wang Chen, why hasn't this guy made a move yet?”

Within the team, a Dead Spirit, completely encased like an iron can, subtly swept his gaze towards a certain area in the sky behind him.

This Dead Spirit was Dominara, the Mother Goddess of the Undead, hiding among the Temple Guards.

After finalizing the plan to kill Wang Chen with High Priest Tiemoluo, High Priest Tiemoluo made Dominara wait two days before setting off to make it more convincing.

During this time, not only was Wang Chen bored, but Dominara, unable to stay in the altar, was equally bored.

However…

Although bored, Dominara was still very much looking forward to it.

After killing Wang Chen, the restrictive power of the contract established between her and High Priest Tiemoluo would largely dissipate, and she would be much freer then.

Perhaps after this war ended, she would be completely free.

At that time, whoever wanted to be the Mother Goddess of the Undead could be it!

“Jia Shiwu, no Divided Soul during the march!”

Just as Dominara was anticipating, a scolding voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

The Late Stage Rank 9 Necromancer leading the team had arrived beside her at some point, staring at her with fierce eyes.

“You have now joined the front-line support team. Put away your improper thoughts and honestly fight for the Race. Otherwise, if you want to be a deserter, this Lord doesn't mind executing you right now.”

The Late Stage Rank 9 Necromancer leading the team said coldly.

With the front-line gathering places being pushed back step by step, everyone knew that going to support at this time was almost equivalent to suicide.

It was no wonder this Late Stage Rank 9 Necromancer, being pushed out, was in a bad mood.

“Yes!”

Dominara responded, but a hint of disdain appeared on her face hidden beneath the mask.

She was just a monster created, fighting for the Race was nonsense!

However, she was too lazy to argue; anyway, this Late Stage Rank 9 Necromancer, who wasn't even worthy of knowing her name, was destined for only one outcome: death.

Either killed by Wang Chen or absorbed by her as nourishment.

“Hurry up and make a move, Wang Chen!”

“I'm already impatient to go on a killing spree!”

Continuing to advance with the team, Dominara was almost unable to suppress the killing intent in her heart.

Soon.

This team had already moved over two hundred miles away from the Dead Spirit Holy City, and the surrounding environment became increasingly desolate.

Upon reaching this point, Dominara, who had been focused on hurrying, suddenly showed a smile at the corner of her mouth.

And at the same time.

Boom!

A powerful energy fluctuation suddenly appeared in the rear area; violent heaven and earth magic power was constrained into a hundred-zhang-long palm, descending like a mountain from the sky, smashing down hard on this team.

“Enemy attack!”

The Late Stage Rank 9 Necromancer leading the team instantly sensed the movement. He roared a warning to his subordinates, while simultaneously rousing his power to meet the descending giant magic power palm.

Boom!

This Dead Spirit was quite decisive; he immediately activated his berserk six-armed stance, waving all his arms, and directly tore apart the descending giant magic power palm.

However…

Amidst the chaotic magic power currents, his body suddenly stiffened, and his gaze fixed intently on what was ahead.