Chapter 93: Corpse Exploders Can Turn Invisible Too! Six Hundred Thousand Judgment Alliance Troops Walk Straight into an Ice Wall Trap!

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Corpse Exploders Can Turn Invisible Too! Six Hundred Thousand Judgment Alliance Troops Walk Straight into an Ice Wall Trap!

[Ding! Your Hero "Silverfeather Archer" has been killed.]

[Ding! Your Hero "Stonehide Guardian" has been killed.]

"Wait... Where did my two heroes go?!"

He froze for a moment.

A flash of white light appeared before his eyes.

A Shadow Assassin unit suddenly materialized.

-19240!

The lord ranked in the Tenth Regiment dissolved into a flash of white light.

In less than twenty seconds, more than ten lords and heroes in Judgment Alliance’s rear ranks had fallen.

The surviving lords finally reacted. They hurriedly activated their defensive items, layered shields over themselves, and ordered their remaining heroes to stay close and protect them.

This immediately eased the pressure on Raistlin and the others.

"Something’s wrong! These assassin units are at least ten-star rank!"

A lord from the Seventh Regiment shouted himself hoarse.

"And they might even have assassin-type heroes! Their damage output isn’t the same!"

"Activate every defensive item you have! Stop holding back!"

Judgment Alliance’s rear ranks descended into chaos.

The lords activated their own defensive abilities. Some summoned protective barriers, others raised stone walls, while a few simply recalled their heroes into their respective spaces and hid among their troops.

After all, nobody wanted to be sent back to the Altar. That would mean losing levels and equipment!

But they simply couldn’t defend against the endless assassins emerging from the shadows.

"I want to hide too! But where the hell am I supposed to go?!"

One lord shouted in desperation.

He had just seen one of the enemy units flash him a rather meaningful smile.

At this point, he felt as though assassins were everywhere around him, and that the next person to have their throat slit could very well be him.

What drove the other lords even closer to despair was that the Corpse Exploders had turned invisible too.

Once their [Stealth Walk] passive activated, they became completely invisible whenever they weren’t attacking.

Their movement speed was slightly slower, but that hardly mattered. After all, they had never relied on speed in the first place.

With their bloated bellies sticking out, they wandered around the battlefield.

Neither Judgment Alliance’s lords nor their troops could see them.

One lord had just activated his shield and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned around and saw a Corpse Exploder suddenly materialize out of thin air.

It pulled a corpse of a Judgment Alliance heavy-armored soldier from inside its belly. Nobody knew when it had stuffed it in there.

Then, with a full swing of its arm, it hurled the corpse straight at his face.

-4680!

The corpse exploded against his shield, shattering one layer of protection and sending the lord tumbling backward in the blast.

When he struggled back to his feet, another Corpse Exploder suddenly appeared in a different direction and hurled another corpse at him.

-5120!

"These things can turn invisible too?!"

The lord scrambled backward in panic.

"Fine, assassins turning invisible is one thing, but even the corpse-throwing freaks can turn invisible?! How the hell are we supposed to fight this?!"

"Forget it! Fall back first! Increase your distance!" a squad leader from the Seventh Regiment shouted at the top of his lungs.

But increasing their distance was useless.

The Corpse Exploders didn’t need to approach their targets. They could throw corpses from a considerable distance.

After hurling a corpse, they would immediately vanish back into stealth.

Judgment Alliance’s ranged units couldn’t even find a target to retaliate against.

"Over there! That direction! Concentrate your fire!"

With the help of his companions, an archer lord had finally managed to shake off Raistlin’s attacks.

Before he could even catch his breath, he immediately pointed toward an approximate location.

Dozens of archers released their arrows simultaneously.

The arrows flew through the air and struck a Corpse Exploder.

Its grayish-white undead body instantly disintegrated into bone dust.

The lord who had just been attacked finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he turned around, he saw another Corpse Exploder suddenly materialize in a different direction.

Its belly was bulging just as before.

It pulled out the corpse of a Judgment Alliance cavalryman and hurled it with all its strength.

-4890!

"Holy shit!"

One unlucky lord rolled desperately to the side, barely managing to preserve the last sliver of his HP.

The battlefield was already chaotic enough, but the World Channel was even more lively.

Seeing Tyrant’s betting odds approaching 100,000-to-1, someone finally realized that something was seriously wrong and tried to stop the others.

"Wait, wait, wait! Stop betting! Something isn’t right!"

"Take a closer look at Tyrant’s units. Those things that throw corpses keep coming back no matter how many times you kill them. Doesn’t that mechanism look familiar?"

"What mechanism?"

"Could they be... undead?"

The flood of messages briefly came to a halt.

"There’s a unit type like that?"

"No idea!"

The player attempting to explain the situation spoke with absolute confidence, despite having no real evidence.

But nobody could refute him either.

After all, very few players had ever encountered undead units.

At the rear of Judgment Alliance’s army, the Silver-Masked Lord commanding the First Regiment had retreated several hundred meters before finally pulling on his reins and stopping his horse.

He turned around and glanced at the battlefield.

They had initially advanced more than ten meters into Tyrant’s territory.

But because of the chaos, they had now been pushed all the way back to their original positions.

The First Regiment Commander narrowed his eyes coldly.

At last, he pulled a grayish-white horn from his chest.

[Item: War Horn]

[Quality: Epic]

[Type: Legion Buff Item]

[Effect: Upon being blown, all units within the legion receive a 20% increase to all attributes for thirty minutes.]

[Cooldown: 24 hours]

[Description: Crafted by ancient Orc shamans from the horns of primordial beasts. Its sound awakens the fighting spirit buried deep within the bloodlines of soldiers.]

"Whooooo—!"

The horn sounded.

A deep, resonant vibration echoed across the battlefield.

At the same time, every unit in Judgment Alliance’s army was enveloped in a faint red glow.

Their attack, defense, and movement speed all increased.

The lords who had been struggling just moments ago immediately became excited.

"Charge! The First Regiment Commander has sounded the War Horn!"

Judgment Alliance’s army regrouped and surged toward John’s territory with renewed ferocity.

Their units were already high-level to begin with. Now, with the additional buffs, their combat capabilities increased even further.

The Dark Knight formation was immediately pushed backward several steps.

John stood inside his territory, watching Judgment Alliance’s army advance once more.

He clicked his tongue.

"So they’ve finally decided to use their items."

He glanced toward the distant horizon, estimating the time.

"But that’s fine. We’ve bought enough time."

He immediately began issuing orders.

"Everyone, retreat!"

The undead dragon knights were the first to disengage from the battlefield, forming three orderly lines as they flew back toward the territory.

The Dark Knights, Corpse Exploders, and assassins also began withdrawing while continuing to fight.

Seeing Tyrant’s army retreat, Judgment Alliance’s morale soared.

"The War Horn worked! Tyrant is afraid!"

"Chase them! Don’t let them escape!"

The lords regained their confidence and led their legions in pursuit.

Following the retreating undead units, they charged straight into the thick fog surrounding the outskirts of John’s territory.

The fog had been generated by the Tower of Mist. It obscured the vision of outsiders.

However, Judgment Alliance’s lords paid it no attention whatsoever.

Some even mocked it.

"Fog? Against our ten-star-and-above legions, it’s practically useless!"

"Spread out and search! Don’t let them escape!"

They swaggered through the fog.

Before long, they could already see Tyrant’s castle in the distance.

The Silver-Masked Lord rode on his warhorse, his eyes narrowing behind the mask.

The castle was right ahead.

As long as they stormed inside, destroyed the Altar, and killed Tyrant, he would never be able to enter Godfall Continent again.

"Thud!"

In the next instant, the troops at the front suddenly collided with something.

An invisible wall?

No.

It was an ice wall.

Transparent walls of ice erupted from the ground, forming a three-sided enclosure with only a single entrance left open.

The troops at the front hadn’t even realized what had happened before those behind them began pushing forward.

More and more soldiers surged into the confined space.

Six hundred thousand troops, along with their respective lords, were squeezed into an enormous ice-walled enclosure surrounded on three sides, with only one opening remaining.

"What the hell is this?!"