Several commanding sorcerers promptly followed suit.

Tasked with safeguarding their leader, Count Yuka, arriving slightly later, surveyed the undead legions below and without a trace of hesitation, plunged into the fray.

The commanding vampires possessed the means for soul attacks, rendering these undead a manageable adversary rather than an insurmountable challenge.

Yidyang, being the opponent who understood by you the best, felt a surge of dread upon witnessing the presence of over 20,000 undead below.

utterly incredulous.

Yelong could hardly fathom that such a level of power could be achieved by a lord in the span of merely half a month.

Chapter 162.

The siege of the royal level apart from Yulong.

All the vampires charged towards Count Yuka while he opted to observe from the skies.

After all, the main force consisted of royal level beings and his presence as a commander was not essential.

Simultaneously, he was keen to ascertain whether Bayou could truly withstand the onslaught of two royal level entities with the aid of her 20,000 undead.

No, it should be three.

As the weirwolves had now arrived at Bayou's command, all her aerial undead, gargoyless, annihilators, wraiths, bone dragons, and ghost dragons soared into the air, launching an assault on the mages and vampires.

on the ground.

All the undead formed a protective circle around Bayou and Inshi, advancing toward the weirwolves in a concerted attack.

In that moment, the scene was nothing short of breathtaking as the undead recklessly hurled themselves at the adversaries before them.

"Inshi, please guard me.

I wish to absorb the energy of the divine essence.

" By you declared, intending to utilize the system to absorb the divine essence.

Regardless of the outcome, it would undoubtedly augment her strength, granting her a modicum of advantage in the impending battle.

After all, whether the undead could indeed vanquish three royal level foes through sheer numbers remained uncertain.

I am a queen, not a mere guardian, Ini retorted, an expression of reluctance etched on her face.

Though she exhibited a childlike temper, deep down she harbored worries.

If the undead failed to hold off the enemy, their fates would be sealed.

All right, my dear queen, do take care of me.

Bayou coaxed her.

And upon hearing this, Ini's demeanor brightened.

Now that that's more like it.

You can count on me.

In she responded with renewed determination.

Bayou summoned four ice walls to encircle herself, speculating that the energy from the divine essence would either enhance her abilities or grant her experience points.

Should it be the latter, she would undoubtedly level up.

She grasped the divine essence, her gaze fixed upon the orb, radiating a blue luminescence in her hand, detected frost divine essence.

Would you like to remove 90 of the impurities before absorption? So many impurities by you furrowed her brow but resolutely selected confirm.

Yes.

Upon clicking on the system panel, the blue glow of the divine essence vanished instantaneously absorbed into her being.

The orbiter hand ceased its icy emanation, transforming into a transparent, ordinary sphere that resembled a glass ball at first glance.

Bayou sense that her level had surpassed its previous limit.

Indeed, she had gained experience points.

She had leveled up, yet she pondered whether they would still require this empty shell.

Sitting on the ground, she awaited the outcome, observing the now hollow divine essence in her grasp.

Notifications of fallen undead flooded her senses, which she chose to ignore.

It would be absurd if a royal level entity lacked the means to slay undead beyond the ice walls.

The three royal level beings found themselves somewhat belleaguered by the onslaught of the undead army.

The sheer number was overwhelming.

The mages and vampires attempted to fly past.

Yet countless gargoyles charged forth with their bodies as the vanguard.

The mage understood that the undead feared not death, for they were, after all, beings of death themselves.

He endeavored to shatter these gargoyles with magic.

Fully aware that being engaged at close quarters by the enemy signified imminent peril.

The scene that the sorcerer envisioned, where a mere fireball would obliterate the gargoyle, did not unfold.

As the smoke dissipated, the gargoyle remained unscathed.

The sorcerer quickly discerned the unique characteristics of the gargoyle.

Unlike other undead beings which possessed no remarkable abilities, these creatures could absorb magic.

With a gargoyle closing in and countless specters and destroyers surrounding him, the sorcerer ceased to conserve his magical energy.

The domain of wind surged forth, propelling all the encroaching undead away.

He brought his hands together and swiftly recited an incantation.

The surrounding specters were obliterated by the sorcerer s mental assault.

As a king level sorcerer, although primarily skilled in wind magic, he had dabbled in various magical disciplines.

Yet only his mental magic could vanquish the undead.

Within his domain, numerous blades of wind tore through the gargoyle, fissurers appearing in its form, indicating that the sorcerers wind magic exceeded the gargoyle's capacity to absorb magic.

Meanwhile, the destroyers remained unharmed within the domain, having absorbed the sorcerer's windb blades.

The sorcerer, taken aback, noticed several destroyers behind him, unlike the thousands of other undead by used destroyers numbered less than 200.

He recalled reading about these creatures in the association's texts, and was well acquainted with their abilities.

He immediately conjured a wind shield around himself.

Just as a series of explosions resounded, the destroyers unleashed their stored magic, all directed at the sorcerer.

Not wishing to engage in feudal skirmishes with the undead.

He directed all his efforts tore by you, realizing he could not slay them all.

However, a spatial barrier suddenly materialized, obstructing his advance.

It was a skill unleashed by Arthur.

Within the barrier, the sorcerer's vitality began to wne.

He clasped his hands together and recited another incantation, intent on launching a mental attack.

Abruptly, an invisible force erupted on the battlefield, causing the sorcerer to feel a piercing headache that interrupted his spell-casting.

Arthur unleashed a torrent of dragon breath directly at the sorcerer.

Taken by surprise, he was struck and propelled several meters backward with a resounding crash.

The sorcerer appeared somewhat disheveled, his robe ablaze with blue flames which had burned several large holes revealing his visage, a figure with brown eyes, golden hair, and an aqualine nose reminiscent of a western man.

He glared furiously at the surrounding specters.

Realizing that the interruption of his attack was due to the intertwined soul attacks of all the specters resonating together, a blue figure emerged in the sorcerer's line of sight.

It was blue and I and he was certain this special spectre was orchestrating the coordinated assaults of the others.

Meanwhile, Count Yuka, wielding a western sword, faced the onslaught of the undead, finding himself increasingly on the defensive and close combat as the airborne undead possessed remote attack capabilities.

Fortunately, the number of air force personnel is fewer than 10,000.

With the combined efforts of the sorcerers and Count Yukabber along with the assistance of vampires and mages, the pressure on the two royal figures remains relatively manageable.

Count Yukabber utilizing his speed advantage can dispatch several specters with a single sword strike.

Unlike the sorcerers who actively unleash mental assaults, the blood of vampires and weirwolves inherently possesses this attribute, requiring no conscious effort to release.

Suddenly, a blue beam from the spectral dragon struck a vampire who instantly dissipated into black smoke.

This seemingly ethereal ray emanating from the spectral dragon harbored formidable mental attacks and physical penetration capabilities, causing even Count Yukabber to hesitate in withstanding its force.

Chapter 163.

Who is a monarch anymore? Count Yuka moved with remarkable speed and agility, darting through the air in an attempt to approach Bayou, while all the vampires provided cover for him.

However, the curses of a necromancer and the lich, along with their withering skills, were not to be underestimated.

Regardless of Yuca's swiftness, he remained vulnerable within their range, where such abilities were invariably effective.

Although they could not inflict significant harm upon him, they severely hampered his mobility.

A distressing predicament for an assassin deprived of his speed advantage.

The most unfortunate among them were thewolves.

Their subordinate werewolves had yet to arrive, leaving them to confront a horde of undead that outnumbered even the mages and Count Yuca.

The skeletons fell one by one beneath the werewolf's claws.

As her talons tore through the zombies bodies, leading to their demise, the werewolf adeptly evaded the charges of the undead knights.

Even as a monarch, the werewolf could sustain injuries amidst the relentless assault of the undead.

Yet, it was of little concern for its extraordinary self-healing abilities allowed it to mend wounds almost instantaneously, provided it remained wary of those undead capable of mental attacks.

Among the legions of the undead, several zombie titans towered like giants among mortals, their sheer size commanding attention.

The werewolf found itself unable to evade the colossal fist descending from the zombie titans, forcing it to endure the blows.