Chapter 91: Judgment Alliance’s Trump Card Hero Enters the Battle! The Violet-Flame Ancient Dragon Incinerates the Archer Corps in a Single Strike!

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Judgment Alliance’s Trump Card Hero Enters the Battle! The Violet-Flame Ancient Dragon Incinerates the Archer Corps in a Single Strike!

As they spoke, the Dark Knights had already collided with Judgment Alliance’s ground forces.

The first row of Judgment Alliance’s shield-bearers was knocked back several steps by the impact.

Lances pierced shields, armor, and flesh...

-1487!

-1512!

-1463!

[Undead Dark Knight slain ×24...]

[Undead Dark Knight slain ×36...]

[Undead Dragon Knight slain ×8...]

The Dark Knights in the rear showed no change in expression. Without hesitation, they continued charging forward, trampling over the corpses of their fallen comrades.

"Third Regiment! Heavy-armored shield guards, advance from both flanks and seal the gaps!"

The middle-aged lord ranked second in the Third Regiment immediately issued orders from the rear.

"Heavy infantry, activate [Rock Fortress]!"

Hundreds of tower shields in the front row simultaneously glowed with earthy-yellow runes. Their thickness visibly increased as the light spread across their surfaces.

The Dark Knights’ lances struck them, leaving behind nothing more than faint white marks.

-589!

-502!

-576!

John didn’t even bother looking at the battlefield.

He was far too busy.

"Two thousand Dark Knights."

"Fifteen hundred Frost Mages."

"Fifteen hundred Fire Mages."

...

His fingers moved rapidly across the interface, almost never stopping.

Every recruitment required 10,000× Acceleration to take effect. In theory, he only needed to wait one or two seconds.

But John wasn’t even willing to wait those one or two seconds.

"Revive the Dark Knights."

Watching his gold coin reserves continuously decrease, John remained completely expressionless.

Today, he was prepared to spend his entire fortune fighting these people!

Inside his territory, the light from the Unit Altars connected into a brilliant sea of radiance.

The Dark Knights that had fallen among Judgment Alliance’s troops began rising again in massive numbers, immediately charging toward the enemy lords.

On Judgment Alliance’s side, a scar-faced lord ranked third in the First Regiment had originally been busy commanding his units.

But in the next instant, he spotted a Dark Knight standing less than a meter away from him.

His entire body froze.

"Wait."

The scar-faced lord rubbed his eyes.

"Why the hell is this thing here?!"

He looked toward the front.

That’s right! Weren’t those things supposed to be outside?

Weren’t they advancing inward in orderly formations?

Where the hell had this one come from?

Before the scar-faced lord could finish speaking, the sky above him suddenly darkened.

He looked up.

A formation of skeletal dragons was diving down from above John’s territory. Their wings folded inward, dragon lances pointed forward, as they crashed toward the very center of Judgment Alliance’s formation.

Before the leading Dragon Knights even touched the ground, their lances had already pierced the wings of two giant eagles belonging to the Tenth Regiment, pinning both the riders and their mounts to the ground.

The Dragon Knights behind them slammed directly into the Second Regiment’s reconnaissance units.

Dragonflame spread across the battlefield, setting entire groups of lightly armored scouts ablaze.

-1847!

-2015!

-1623!

The priest lord ranked fifth in the Second Regiment had been healing his teammates. The moment he saw the scene, he roared furiously.

"Where the hell is the Tenth Regiment?! Where have they gone?! How did they let the aerial units through?!"

The voice of the lord ranked sixth in the Tenth Regiment came back, hoarse and strained.

"We’re under attack too!"

The scar-faced lord looked around and finally realized something was terribly wrong.

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Watch out for those corpses! They can revive on the spot! Once you kill them, throw their bodies as far away as possible! Don’t leave them among our formations!"

The order was immediately passed down.

Judgment Alliance’s units hesitated for a moment.

Although they weren’t undead, their intelligence was limited. They simply followed their masters’ commands.

But throwing corpses far away?

Wasn’t that just creating extra work for themselves?

Still, they couldn’t disobey their master’s orders.

As a result, everyone witnessed a bizarre scene.

An infantryman who had just killed a Dark Knight immediately bent down to gather the scattered bones.

But before he had even taken two steps, a squad of Dark Knights charged straight toward him.

Their lances pierced the infantryman’s back.

-4024!

The infantryman disappeared instantly.

"Stop giving stupid orders! Quit picking up the bodies! Just keep fighting!"

A certain squad leader was so anxious that he nearly jumped out of his skin.

But whether they picked up the corpses or not, they were in trouble either way.

If they ignored the bodies, the scattered bones would eventually reassemble themselves into Dark Knights, catching them completely off guard.

If they tried to collect them, their soldiers would be stabbed to death while bending over.

Just like that, Judgment Alliance’s carefully coordinated battle plan completely fell apart.

"Damn it."

The lord ranked first in the First Regiment finally lost his composure.

He was riding a warhorse covered in black armor, with half of his face concealed by a silver mask.

From the beginning of the battle until now, he had issued only a few brief commands. Most of the time, he had simply been observing the battlefield.

But now, even he couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Enough."

He raised his hand.

"Heroes, come forth!"

Behind him, six heroes appeared simultaneously.

The lord ranked first in the First Regiment was the strongest among the commanders present.

He possessed six heroes all by himself.

Among them, two were A-rank, one was S-rank, and the remaining three were B-rank heroes, each above Level 50.

The first to act was the S-rank hero.

She was a female priestess dressed in flowing silver-white robes.

The priestess clasped her hands together and pressed them against the ground.

Golden light slowly spread from beneath her feet, covering every Judgment Alliance unit within the area.

[Sanctuary of Holy Light — All allied units within range recover 2% of their maximum HP per second for 30 seconds.]

The heavily armored shield guards from the Third Regiment, who had been reduced to barely a sliver of HP, began slowly recovering their health.

"Our heroes are finally joining the battle!"

The lord ranked second in the Third Regiment immediately regained his confidence.

"Hold the shield wall!"

Immediately afterward, the two A-rank heroes also sprang into action.

One was a dwarf warrior wielding a pair of battle axes.

He charged straight into the densest concentration of Dark Knights. With a single swing of his axes, more than a dozen Dark Knights were wiped out.

-13120!

-12890!

-13340!

The other A-rank hero was a half-elven ranger dressed in leather armor.

Standing behind the main formation, she drew her bow and began firing arrows.

Each arrow carried a vivid emerald-green tracking effect. Once released, they would automatically change direction to pursue dangerous targets.

-12760!

-12540!

-12810!

The three B-rank heroes each had their own specialties.

One was a rock giant wielding a shield, another was a gnome mage hurling fireballs, and the last was a snakefolk beast tamer wielding a long whip.

The rock giant planted himself in front of the Third Regiment’s shield wall, raising a shield as large as a massive wooden gate to block the entire front line.

The gnome mage’s fireballs didn’t deal much damage individually, but he threw them at an astonishing speed, one after another, bombarding the Dark Knight formations.

The snakefolk beast tamer’s whip could wrap around the front legs of skeletal horses. With a single pull, an entire row of Dark Knights would tumble to the ground.

Seeing this, the other lords no longer bothered hiding their strength.

Every lord possessed at least a few heroes, and they summoned them all at once.

For a moment, the rear of Judgment Alliance’s formation erupted with flashes of light as heroes of all kinds rushed onto the battlefield one after another.

There were minotaurs carrying massive totem poles, goblin alchemists diving down on broomsticks while throwing potion bottles, and even a pair of twins...

John’s troops immediately began losing ground.

Thousands upon thousands of units were dying.

Yet John remained completely calm.

He smiled faintly and issued an order without the slightest hint of panic.

"Everyone, attack!"

Ophelia had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The instant she heard the command, violet flames erupted around her body, transforming her into a hundred-meter-long giant dragon that soared into the sky.

She climbed directly above the battlefield.

Then, her World-Ending Dragonflame poured down vertically from the heavens.

It wasn’t a fan-shaped blast.

Instead, it formed a complete circular curtain of fire, crashing directly into the center of the Fourth Regiment’s archer formation.

The waves of violet flames exploded outward in every direction.

-18840!

-19210!

-18690!

-19430!

The archers of the Fourth Regiment hadn’t even finished drawing their bows before they were swallowed by the violet flames.

Dozens of charred, human-shaped figures remained frozen in place for a moment.

Then, one after another, they crumbled into piles of black ash.