The power of the natural order seemed to be emanating from the surface of his body uncontrollably. This kind of power manifested in various forms, but at this moment, the scattered objects around his body began to defy gravity and slowly floated upwards …
The range of the power wasn't wide, but just this type of miraculous manifestation caused an unimaginable 'resonance'.
The quills and ink that were originally placed on the table floated around the bodies of many. The table on the ground floated upwards slightly, but it did not completely float. At the same time, the bodies of the thirteen maids sitting in front of many bodies emitted a faint light!
Immediately after, the objects around them floated simultaneously. This was not because of the power of many, but because of the same power released by the bodies of these maids!
At this moment, the natural order was completely subverted.
The Dark Dragon race was the race with the deepest understanding of the natural order. But for a long time, none of their members … or rather, none of them had the opportunity to pass down an ancient book about the natural order to the world.
Not even a piece of parchment could be found.
The way of gathering energy was completely different from the way of gathering magical elements, so the control of the natural order would never be as gradual as the magicians' control of the elements.
Many widened their eyes, looking at the reaction of the maids in front of them that was similar to a 'resonance', and their hearts were abnormally shocked!
He raised his arm, and the pale yellow ball that gathered in his palm contained at least twice the amount of energy that he usually gathered!
This is …
Many felt as though they were being shone by a spotlight. Once again, he turned his gaze to the maids beside him, and this time, he understood where his power came from.
Believers!
This was the first word that appeared in his mind. The trust and recognition of these maids in his heart had multiplied his power, but this growth was based on the number of these maids. Each of them did not seem to be strong, but when they gathered together, they had an unimaginable magnifying and focusing effect, like a magnifying glass that could light up a piece of parchment with the warm sunlight.
Angels!
Looking at the maids in front of him, the second thought that came to his mind was the thirteen angels recorded in the Book of Revelation. The number 'thirteen' was definitely not as simple as a coincidence. Why were there exactly thirteen?
Why did that strange magic array have exactly thirteen positions?
It was not that Many had not thought about this question, but they could not find an answer. Now that he was faced with this scene, he remembered the story recorded in the ancient books — the God of Light's earliest believers had a total of thirteen, and in the end, these thirteen believers became the divine servants of heaven … Angels.
"Is this … a demigod?"
Many people doubtfully took out the scroll they had taken from the white house back then, only to suddenly discover that the seal-like imprint on it had disappeared.
"Is this the secret of the Gods?"
* * *
"Boom!"
Violent explosions resounded throughout the battlefield. On the walls of Pencey, the Magicians were collectively casting powerful AoE spells. Facing the approaching undead army from afar, they actually took the initiative to attack first!
At this moment, the vanguard of the undead army was about eight hundred meters away from the city wall. Among the messy troops, there were figures of siege weapons such as scaling ladders. What was more exaggerated was that behind them, there was a huge thing that looked like a siege hammer. Piles of bones covered the exterior of the four-wheeled siege vehicle. The huge hammer head was made of the skull of a sub-dragon, and it looked unusually tough.
After three consecutive waves of magic attacks, the neat fire-elemental magic blasted a horizontal crack in the enemy's formation. The stench of burnt corpses wafted over from afar, and the mages' faces did not look too good.
The Vulcan cannons did not immediately fire. Faced with this undead army that had no morale to speak of, the Vulcan cannons would not waste extra bullets. The terrain in the distance had become an area with many "roadblocks" because of the earth walls cast by the magicians. In the process of advancing, the entire army of the undead became disorganized because of the earth walls. Even the soldiers in the middle were crowded together, and the advance of the siege weapons was greatly slowed down.
Although these measures were effective, it did not seem to be a big problem for the undead army that seemed to have no end in sight. The undead did not seem to care about the threat of the first attack, or even the first few attacks, to the city. The soldiers were not sure if they could withstand more than ten attacks.
"Replenish magic crystals. Meditate."
The leader of the magicians was not Sith. The lightning magician did not set off with the army. Instead, he loyally guarded Her Majesty the Empress. The one leading the team was an eighth grade Archmage. Although his strength was still a distance away from a top-grade professional, in such a battlefield where the number of enemies was terrifying, each magician could cause more damage than any army camp's soldiers combined.
Because of the abundance of magic crystals, there was almost no need to worry about the problem of magic power. The magicians rotated like the soldiers in reserve, but the result of this war of attrition was that the undead relied on the number of corpses to continue advancing. Even if they had to pay an unimaginable price for every meter they advanced, they were still approaching the city walls.
The soldiers carried Tyk-15 rifles and shot countless zombies into the earth walls. The densely packed arrows even turned the front of the undead army into a scene of thorns.
War, sometimes, was like child's play. When this most simple and boring attack and defense occurred, it already foreshadowed a catastrophe for the entire continent. It was about to unveil its most gorgeous and terrifying scene.
* * *
Nois quietly looked at the clouds under his feet. His body was still, as if time had stopped flowing around him.
The confidence and conceit that he had accumulated over the years had vanished into thin air under the attack of many Nelios. Although he regretted it countless times after the incident and even told himself countless times that if he had used his full strength, he might have been able to block that attack.
However, as a loser, Nois ultimately understood that some things would not proceed according to his train of thought.
Everything in the world had its own trajectory. As the most powerful elder of the Undead Council, why was Nois so vulnerable?
The fear in his heart made him retreat at that moment. Perhaps this was a threshold that he would never be able to cross in his life. The pride of the dragon race made him never lower his head to other races, but facing Nairíos, Nois' once proud head lowered without any hesitation.
The reason?
Because it was Nairíos.
This was the benchmark that Nois had once set. All his efforts were directed towards this benchmark. Subconsciously, Nois had already placed himself below this benchmark. When Nairíos really appeared in front of him, that feeling of inferiority that had always been hidden in his heart made Nois make the only choice …
Escape.
In this desolate snow-capped mountain, Nois seemed to be a peerless powerhouse who looked down on the common people. But in fact, he was suffering in his heart. The chaos of the elements around his body already showed that his mental state was currently unstable. His robe fluttered in the cold wind. This dragon battle genius who had not suffered any injuries sighed heavily.
"Is walking towards eternity not the right path?"