Chapter 47

"Watch out, the heretic has captured the angelic spirit! Be careful not to harm it!" Mad shouted, his charge slowing down significantly. Everyone was at a loss, unsure of what to do. How could an angel be in the hands of the enemy?

The Holy Charge, if it cannot maintain its speed and if it cannot gather the strength of everyone, is no longer holy.

However, the next scene was even more shocking. The heretic, that skeleton, actually held out holy light with both hands, and the cute angel, instead of resisting, picked up the holy light and stuffed it into its mouth.

The angel and the skeleton are allies?

Ordinary people would find this absurd, but to these devout Holy Knights, it was a shock that could shake their faith. Angels and skeletons are allies? Heretics can use holy light?

Anger's Purification Spell had been upgraded. One cast now equaled four, and what originally required sixty casts now only needed eighteen to be full, but the total amount had reached the level of seventy casts. This indicated that the angelic skeleton could now hold more energy.

However, at this moment, the Holy Knights stopped.

They simply couldn't charge together at a skeleton holding holy light and an angel. Even if a few of them had the firm belief to do so, they couldn't control their hesitant companions, and even Mad himself was hesitant. The Holy Charge naturally couldn't be initiated.

Seeing them stop, Anger also stopped. To be honest, he was a bit at a loss. He wasn't a battle skeleton and didn't have a strong desire to fight, unless someone burned his fields.

He had come just to observe the enemy, like watching a fight on the street. Why did they burst with hostility as soon as they saw him?

Although he didn't understand, it didn't affect Anger's reaction speed. He immediately pulled the angelic skeleton in front of him, preparing to cast Holy Light Flash.

However, after they stopped, he also held back the angelic skeleton. The Holy Light Flash would dissolve all the flesh on the angelic skeleton, which, although painless, would shock and damage its soul. It was best to avoid using it if possible.

Mad shouted from a distance, "Evil skeleton, what have you done to the angelic spirit? Release the angel now! Otherwise, I will shatter your soul and make you scream in despair in the holy light."

"Release the spirit! Release the spirit!" As soon as Mad finished speaking, the Holy Knights behind him shouted in unison, showing their excellent coordination.

Anger tilted his head, a bit at a loss, and released the angelic skeleton. Why should he release it?

Because Anger had held the angelic skeleton, the Holy Light Flash wasn't cast. Now that Anger let go, the angelic skeleton stepped forward, spread its wings, and pushed its hands forward.

When the angelic skeleton spread its wings, Mad felt something was wrong and shouted, "Be careful! Form the array! Stack the Holy Shields!"

The Holy Knights were well-trained. As soon as Mad gave the order, they dismounted and huddled behind him, forming a line, one behind the other.

The last Holy Knight crossed his hands in a cross, and a Holy Shield appeared in front of him. He pushed it forward, his arms resting on the back of the companion in front of him.

The Holy Shield passed through the companion's body and appeared in front of the next companion, who also crossed his hands in a cross and pushed it forward. This continued, layer by layer, until it reached Mad, forming a large, thick shield.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, too elite. Such coordination must have taken years to cultivate. But you're a bit too rigid. Anger was holding the angelic skeleton, and you made him let go?"

Nigris laughed, probably the only one who could see the subtlety, because he knew Anger well. It was you who made Anger let go.

However, the speed of their response also amazed him. Their coordination was impeccable, and it must have taken rigorous training to achieve this. Unfortunately, they were doomed.

They shouldn't have ventured so far alone, and with only ten riders, they dared to pursue. They shouldn't have stopped, and they shouldn't have dismounted. No matter how well-trained and coordinated they were, they couldn't ignore basic battlefield rules.

It could only be said that easily breaking through Ice City had made these enemies overconfident and arrogant.

Holy Light Flash, a white light flashed, first illuminating the horses in front. The parts of the horses that were hit were instantly vaporized.

Finally, the Holy Light hit the Holy Shield in front of Mad. Boom! The thick Holy Shield shattered, and Mad was hit like a battering ram, his whole body shaking. The impact also affected his companions, who were thrown into a heap.

"Holy... Holy Light Flash?" Mad got up, looking at the angel that had turned to black ash in disbelief.

It was really a Holy Light Flash, really an angelic spirit, and really the power of holy light.

If Mad were a heretic, he might have felt that something was missing in the holy light, but he wasn't, so from his perspective, the power was no different from holy light.

Why? Why would the power of holy light appear in a heretic? Why would the angelic spirit attack them?

To resolve this doubt, Mad drew his longsword, pointed it forward, and roared, "Holy Knights, advance! Eliminate the heretic!"

The Holy Shield and the horses had blocked most of the holy light's power, so they weren't seriously injured and still retained most of their combat strength. However, only three of the ten horses remained, and some skills that required horses couldn't be used.

To maintain unity, no one mounted the three remaining horses. Instead, they chose to fight on foot, advancing in small steps with Mad leading.

Nigris shook his head, "What a pity. If they had mounted the horses, maybe three could have escaped."

Behind everyone, Phyllin closed his eyes, holding a beautiful staff with both hands, the tip of which was entangled by a ghostly face with burning eyes, his pet, Blackface.

From a bird's-eye view, thousands of skeletons emerged from the ground, pits, and ditches, converging into two streams and surrounding the Holy Knights.

Phyllin's soul wasn't particularly strong, lacking a soul core, and he was slightly weaker than Lisa. After Anger condensed his soul core, he was now stronger than both Phyllin and Lisa in terms of soul strength.

However, a lich can't be judged solely by soul strength because they also have magic, and Phyllin was a necromancer.

There is a human saying: Don't judge a necromancer by numbers; he can dig up more troops from the ground than you can.

This refers to the skeletons and zombies a necromancer can control.

A diligent necromancer can always gather a hundred or so skeletons and corpses and use magic to summon them, making one necromancer equivalent to a hundred-man army.

If the necromancer is also a lich and a city lord with enough time and power to gather and roughly arm skeletons, he can summon an undead army.

Phyllin had over ten thousand skeletons and zombies, which is why he was the lord of the underground city. With him in charge, no one dared to provoke the underground city.

However, he could only control about a thousand skeletons and zombies at a time.

The advancing Holy Knights soon realized they were surrounded. "Lord Mad, we are surrounded."

Mad looked around, drew a sharp breath, and decisively ordered, "Retreat! Break through!"

They were only ten in total. If they were trapped in the undead's encirclement, they would be exhausted to death.

"Want to run?" Esk waved his staff, and several Death Arrows shot out.

"Want to run?" Lan slapped the ground, and three spikes emerged.

"Want to run?" Lisa swung her hand, and a chain of light, the Holy Light Chain, was thrown at the enemy.

However, their enemy was a well-trained and coordinated group of Holy Knights.

Two of them held up Holy Shields to block the Death Arrows. Mad punched the ground with a Holy Shock, shattering the spikes.

One Holy Knight leaped into the air, allowing the Holy Light Chain to wrap around him. When he landed, his two companions caught and carried him away.

A series of smooth operations didn't even slow down their breakout.

The lack of strong melee classes in Phyllin's side became apparent. If they couldn't delay the enemy and give the undead army enough time to encircle them, the ambush would be in vain, and it would be almost impossible to lure the Holy Knights into the encirclement again.

At this moment, a sword beam slashed toward the direction of the Holy Knights' breakout, startling Mad into shouting, "Such a powerful sword beam, it's a Sword Saint! Get out of the way!"