This was the encampment of the Blood Dawn's outer members, and the player's name was Wongfong.

As the entire undead army fully emerged, Wongfangs divine power avatar immediately approached them with a smile.

As the saying goes, one should look at the face of the Buddha rather than the face of the monk.

Not to mention that this army was strong in itself, even if it weren't.

Out of respect for the big boss behind the army, he had to show them due respect.

I am Ramos, the undead commander of the Eternal Knight Empire.

It is an honor to meet you.

Before Wong Foam could speak, the undead commander dismounted first, greeting him respectfully.

Our lord has issued a divine decree, and during this period, we will follow your orders and be at your disposal.

The undead warriors behind him also dismounted and stood neatly beside their horses, their eyes cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

The undead race has a strict hierarchy.

You're too polite.

Wong Fong smiled, secretly relieved.

He had originally worried that the warriors he hired would be disobedient, but to his surprise, they were so compliant, which also saved his face.

After a brief exchange, Ramos declined the welcoming banquet Wong Fong had prepared for them.

As undead beings, they were not interested in regular food.

So, they directly proposed to lead the undead army to the battlefield.

Wong Fong did not refuse.

He had no reason to.

After all, he spent a large sum to hire other armies to break the deadlock on the battlefield.

Of course, with Wongfang's strength, he could fight if necessary, as he also had a six-tier epic army.

However, the opponent was not simple, and if he were to fight alone, the casualties would definitely not be small.

After thinking it over, Wongfong still felt it was better to invite external assistance.

Compared to resources, the elite warriors he trained himself were more precious.

If he could reduce casualties, would a bit of resources matter? Wong Fong dispatched a cavalry squad to lead the undead army to the battlefield.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, they encountered a rebel army of over 10,000.

This was a mixed synthetic army equipped half-hazardly with some warriors, even without armor.

The undead army had to face such a monstrous army.

Never mind, since they were flying the same flag, they were enemies.

brothers, charge with me and slay them.

The Palman Kingdom was a very powerful kingdom with a population of over 10 million.

In comparison, it was weaker than the three top kingdoms that the Eternal Knight Empire was currently battling after nearly 20 years of fierce attacks.

Wongfong had finally pushed the front line to the kingdom's capital, occupying more than half of the Palman Kingdom's land.

However, due to management issues and the fact that the Palman Kingdom had not yet ceased resistance, rebel forces would occasionally emerge.

Are all these enemies? Looking at the chaotic formation of the mixed army rushing towards them, Amos asked coldly.

Yes, Sir Amos, these are all rebels from the Palman Kingdom.

They are our enemies.

The guide leading the way was not flustered.

Even though the number of rebels was greater, he did not believe they could harm him as he was well aware of the strength of the undead army beside him.

"Please, sir, take action and crush them.

" "All right," Amos nodded.

Since it was confirmed they were enemies, he naturally would not hold back.

He rode forward quickly, shouting loudly for the glory of the god of death.

The undead knights behind him echoed with horse shouts.

Their emotions heightened and the fire of souls in their eyes flared up as if about to burst forth.

There was no fancy military formation.

The undead commander led the undead army in a tightly organized cone-shaped failank charging towards the rebels.

How dare these lowly beings challenge us.

The rebel commander was not weak.

His extraordinary cultivation had reached the epic level.

Seeing the audacity of the undead army, he looked somewhat disdainful.

"Charge with me!" he shouted, leading a few hundred elite guards to charge out, opting for a head-on confrontation directly into the undead army.

D.

With less than 100 steps between them, the rebel commander roared, and the army's warriors gathered their strength, unleashing a terrifying scarlet blade aura aimed at Amos.

This strike's power reached the peak of the eighth tier legendary level.

You overestimate yourself.

Amos thrust his spear forward and the death energy coalesed into a massive spear colliding headon.

Bang! Representing the decaying death power of the undead, representing the life force of the living.

The two almost opposite powers collided, resulting in a massive explosion with red and gray covering the sky and rippling outward.

Death.

The warriors of both armies were unaffected, continuing to charge forward.

As they drew near enough, the rebel warriors felt the strength of the undead army, and their expressions changed drastically.

A six-tier army? How could there be a six-tier army here? When the two armies clashed, Amos raised his spear and thrust it straight, and the last thought flashed through the rebel commander's mind before he slowly fell to the ground.

A gaping blood hole the size of a bowl remained on his chest.

"Death, death, death!" The undead knights shouted horarssely, swinging their long blades at the enemies without caring about the attacks they received.

Rebel warriors fell one after another, their hot blood spilling onto the ground.

Having only gone through a few battles, the rebel forces, which had not even fully developed mid-tier extraordinary beings, were completely outmatched by the sixth tier epic undead army.

This could not be called a battle.

It could only be considered massacre.

After just one charge, the rebels were utterly crushed.

Surrender.

We surrender.

Don't kill us.

I surrender.

I surrender.

They all urged me.

Spare us.

Faced with the undead knights, the rebels could not even escape and could only choose to drop their weapons and surrender.

Chapter 189.

The undead legion leaving the prison cage.

Wongfang's shock.

A hint of hesitation appeared on Amos' face, and the other undead knights instinctively stopped their actions, no longer continuing the slaughter, surrounding the rebels and waiting for the command of the undead leader.

The rebels, seeing this, all breathed a sigh of relief, believing they would survive this time.

The cavalry captain leading the undead knights stood by silently, waiting for Amos' decision.

Before setting out, the divine envoy had instructed him to just guide the way and not to give unsolicited opinions.

Amos glanced at him and seeing that he was silent, coldly said, "Kill them all.

" Before coming here, the governor had sent someone to talk to him, stating that when fighting in other plains, it was unnecessary to strictly follow the rules of the Eternal Knight Empire, everything should prioritize their own lives.

When necessary, some slaughter was permissible.

This was very different from when they were besieging cities in the northern continent.

In that context, they had to adhere to many wartime regulations, such as not continuing to kill after soldiers surrendered and not converting corpses into undead creatures at will.

For Amos and the others, in the absence of news from the high priest of the temple, the governor<unk>'s words were the highest command.

Therefore, after hesitating for a moment and seeing that the foreign friends had no objections, he acted according to what he believed to be the best course of action.

The undead knights showed no hesitation.

At Amos' command, they directly launched a massacre against the rebels.

Even though they had experienced years of war and seen many bloody scenes, the untrained rebels were still terrified in the face of the undead knlaughter.

Some cried out in anguish, uttering vicious curses against the undead legion, cursing the Palman kingdom and cursing the invaders.

Others knelt down, begging for mercy, hoping that this ruthless legion would spare their lives.

The undead knights remained unaffected.

Coldly executing the orders from above, they swung their blades, striking down their foes.