At this moment, he was engaged in a fierce battle against both the gargoyle and the destroyer, two formidable royal entities.

Do not speak of two.

Even a single one is already overwhelming for Galvin.

Despite his robust appearance, he is in fact a sorcerer.

The Gargoyle and the Destroyer are particularly untroubled by magic.

As the realms of the two undead unfold, Galvin's magical attacks become instantly nullified.

With each spell devoured by the undead, their attributes are significantly enhanced.

Galvvin is unaware that among the undead exists those immune to magic.

Beads of perspiration are forming on his forehead, and the sight of Bayou and her three companions floating nearby only heightens his anxiety.

Initially, the battle among the commanding troops had the undead at a disadvantage.

But the arrival of a royal necromancer swiftly altered the tide.

The necromancer's skeletal domain can instantaneously obliterate several commanding ranks.

And as these leaders are summoned as undead, the number of their own commanding undead grows, creating a one-sided scenario.

They possess merely 10,000 troops, while Bayou commands an army of 60,000 undead.

How could the Lord defending the homeland perish? As one lord cried out in shock, others began to investigate only to find without exception that all the lords tasked with defending the homeland had perished.

It's over.

There is no turning back.

It must be that the elemental alliance conspired with them, betraying us.

Damn it, I am willing to submit.

Upon realizing this grim truth, the lords descended into chaos.

Some were filled with panic, others with despair, and many with rage.

In this dire situation, there were only three courses of action.

First, to defeat Bayou, which was evidently impossible.

Second, to flee and become free agents.

But glancing around at the ever growing throng of undead.

The chances of escape were virtually non-existent.

Third, to submit decisively and beseech by you for mercy, pleading for their lives.

By you, however, paid no heed to the lord's shouting for submission while Du Yang and Lee Lings watched coldly in silence.

How absurd.

You came here to kill me.

And now, faced with defeat, you wish to submit.

What a fantasy.

Amidst the cries of despair, these lords had long since lost the will to continue fighting.

They were not royal, but merely commanding ranks, and facing thousands of enemies of the same level had rendered them utterly hopeless.

by you provided them no opportunity.

From the very beginning, their fate was sealed.

Death awaited them.

The previously injured king of the monster birds had been slain by demons.

And after 15 minutes of summoning, the process had been completed.

A tremendous gray magical circle emerged, revealing a scene that sent shivers down the spine.

A royal zombie titan had been summoned.

This creature possesses the most terrifying combat prowess among all land-based undead.

And now a royal one has appeared.

The five lines on the zombie titan's body illuminated instantaneously, and its fearsome punch compelled even other royals to hastily evade.

Boom! A terrifying circular shock wave emanated from the Titan's fist, enveloping the ground in a cloud of dust and causing violent tremors.

The Royal Tier troops narrowly escaped, but the commander level forces were not so fortunate.

The zombie titan's single punch annihilated over a 100 commander level soldiers.

What in the world is this abomination? Can this truly be classified as undead? Distracted by the zombie titan, Galvin failed to notice the destroyer's mana reaching full capacity.

Boom! A respplendant explosion erupted in the sky, bursting into a kaleidoscope of radiant hues.

Caught off guard, Galvin was struck before he could react.

After battling the destroyer for so long, he never anticipated such a devastating technique.

Cough.

Cough.

Collapsing to the ground.

Galvin heaved violently.

Several of his bones shattered.

He struggled to rise, but his body betrayed him.

Suddenly, within his fading vision.

A broadsword loomed, expanding rapidly before freezing in his sight.

Galvvin had fallen.

Slain by Jon.

Chapter 217.

The conclusion.

A ghostly dragon engulfed in azure flames erupted from the summoning array.

Its soul rays struck with the precision of a laser, inflicting considerable damage upon its surroundings.

The ghostly dragon unleashed its domain, emitting waves of corrosive blue fire that obliterated the souls of any adversaries that dared to approach.

This royal spectre was significantly larger than its common counterparts.

with flames of a pure hue alongside other ghostly and skeletal dragons soaring through the sky.

It stood out like a crane among chickens.

"Wow, how magnificent!" exclaimed Inshi, suddenly realizing the presence of a ghostly dragon among the throngs of the undead.

This particular spectre had been summoned from Galvin's remains.

Bayou had anticipated that Galvin, as one of the few royal lords, would possess some hidden power.

However, the devastating attack had left him grievously wounded, leading to a swift demise at Jon's hands.

By side now boasted 16 royal figures, while their adversaries had dwindled to eight.

Two royal beings targeted a single opponent, engaging in a straightforward two-on-one assault.

The Marshalls bore the brunt of this conflict, rendering the area unrecognizable.

Ini took a more aggressive stance, though the royal beings were too slow to respond.

Duang also found their pace frustrating and charged back into the fray.

Bayou and Lee Lingi descended to the ground, awaiting the battle's resolution.

Bayou had muted the system notifications, finding the barrage of alerts upon each lord's defeat quite bothersome.

They were repetitive and unworthy of his attention.

In the barren plains, the trio from the elemental alliance observed as the lords of the justice alliance returned, hastily relocating their stronghold.

Realizing the battle in the marsh was likely nearing its end, they inferred from the urgency of their opponents that Bayou had the upper hand.

It was prudent to vacate the desolate plains.

Even without direct entanglement with Bayou, they could not guarantee immunity from repercussions.

The safest course was to withdraw what the resources outside.

Fong Shaqueried, gazing at the remnants of supplies left upon the ruins of the castle.

His companions understood the implication of his words.

With their departure imminent, they decided to take everything with them.

Why leave anything behind? The wealth accumulated from a total of 18 castles could not simply be abandoned.

Fong Shao ventured out to gather the supplies.

And Shir Yao and Lin Jean exchanged glances before following suit, seizing the opportunity for a windfall.

To their astonishment, the supplies within the Lu Yao Castle exceeded all expectations, even surpassing the combined resources of the three.

How unjustly you have perished.

Fong Shiao scoffed, lamenting the betrayal of their initial agreement.

Lu Yao s attempt to hoard the resources for herself, abandoning the alliance, was truly reprehensible.

This betrayal had been the very reason the trio chose to remain uninvolved.

Fortunately, their decision spared them a confrontation with Inshi.

The resources from other second tier and first tier lords were comparatively modest, lacking the same extravagance.

The three individuals swiftly gathered all the supplies, not daring to waste a moment, and subsequently returned to the castle.