Necromancer: Becoming a God Starting with Skeleton Clone

Chapter 438 Anti-Magic Barrier, Dragon Heaven's Strongest Creation!

Chapter 438 Anti-Magic Barrier, Dragon Heaven's Strongest Creation!

A giant shield-wielding skeleton warrior attempted to shield his body with his shield, but a beam of silver light pierced through it along with the shield. The runes on the shield flickered a few times before dimming.

Whether it's a zombie or a skeleton, once hit by the silver arrow, it immediately lets out a piercing wail and then collapses to the ground, motionless.

"This is—the Alchemy Demon-Slaying Arrow!"

Vladimir shook his skull, his teeth chattering in shock.

The second volley of arrows followed immediately, raining down relentlessly from the city walls, and then the third.

With each volley of arrows, huge gaps would appear in the line of skeletons and zombies, as if they were instantly swallowed up by an invisible force.

Although these few hundred losses were insignificant compared to the entire undead army, the continuous attacks put Vladimir under unprecedented pressure.

If this continues, no matter how large the quantity, it will not be able to make up for the inferior quality.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anxiety, and flicked his fingers.

The ghosts, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately let out mournful howls, creating a pale, raging torrent in the air mixed with countless eerie green flames.

These ghosts are like shadowy figures in the night wind; their forms are translucent, as if they could blend into the darkness at any moment.

The remaining dozens of vampires quickly transformed into bats and, amidst countless translucent figures, pounced on the white castle, forming a terrifying black cloud that swept towards the city walls.

Another volley of arrows flew towards them.

However, this attack was far less effective.

Only about a third of the arrows successfully hit the ghosts' bodies, blasting them into puffs of will-o'-the-wisp in mid-air.

More arrows passed through the ghost's translucent body without causing any damage, as if they were just passing through a wisp of air.

Faced with such a dense but ineffective attack, Vladimir chuckled.

"That's it, charge!"

He urged the skeletal dragon beneath him to spiral upwards, preparing to launch a more lethal necromancy attack on the castle from the air.

Black light emanated from the four liches, carrying their bodies as they followed, like shadows in the night.

The ghosts were not slow in their flight.

After enduring three rounds of arrows, the ghosts, reduced to one-third in number, and the vast majority of vampires finally managed to storm the city walls.

As the distorted, grotesque, translucent face drew near, Ark gently waved the legendary staff that had materialized in his hand.

"Archers, retreat! Champion Swordsman, attack!"

The champion swordsmen, clad in heavy iron-gray armor and wielding massive shields, roared in unison, their heavy footsteps striking forward in perfect unison, seemingly causing even the sturdy city walls to tremble under their weight.

The ghosts screamed and pounced, their icy touch leaving cold marks on the swordsmen's bodies.

But they silently endured it, and then responded with fierce strikes.

Each swing of the greatsword carried boundless power, cleaving the approaching ghosts in two or shattering them into nothingness.

Some of the ghosts were lucky enough to evade the counterattack thanks to their incorporeal bodies.

They floated in mid-air, like invisible ghosts, silently weaving through the rain of arrows.

However, the other part was not so lucky. It was cut in half by the silver alloy greatsword with the power to ward off evil, and immediately let out a shrill scream. It turned into a wisp of green smoke in the sunlight, as if it had never existed.

While vampires are agile in their bat form, their defense and attack power are far inferior to their human form.

Under the cover of the ghosts, these undead nobles successfully climbed the city wall and immediately transformed back into tall men wearing black and red cloaks and wielding greatswords.

An ominous glint gleamed in their eyes, like hunters in the night, ready to unleash a bloody massacre.

However, they were met with a hail of arrows, and several unlucky fellows were pierced through the body by armor-piercing arrows as soon as they transformed into human form.

The breastplate, engraved with necromancy, appeared utterly vulnerable to the triangular armor-piercing arrows, as fragile as a piece of cardboard, offering absolutely no defensive capability.

The soft "thud" as the arrow pierced the breastplate seemed like a final mockery of these once-arrogant vampires.

The remaining vampires immediately scattered, trying to find a way to break through.

Some of them sought out champion swordsmen who also wielded greatswords, and a fierce battle ensued.

Some vampires, however, attempted to use their agility to dodge the arrows and charge into the ranks of archers to wreak havoc.

The vampire's dying wails became the dirge for the undead army that stormed the city walls.

The ghost futilely clawed at the champion swordsman's armor and shield with its withered hands, causing no damage other than making the metal even colder.

The vampire's greatsword can achieve more results in battle.

But before they could defeat the champion swordsman before them, several armor-piercing arrows flew from the side and pierced their bodies, their dark blood splattering on the white city walls, creating a shocking scene.

Vladimir in the sky stared at the scene with his mouth agape, an expression of disbelief clearly visible on his skeletal face.

He began to doubt whether he had misread something.

Why did the invincible undead army suffer heavy losses in front of this castle?

His heart was filled with anger and confusion, and he let out a sharp shriek in frustration.

Then, he raised his bony hands high, and the four liches floating around him did the same.

A beam of grayish-white light shot out from between Vladimir's raised hands and struck the white castle beneath his feet, followed by four thinner beams of grayish-white light descending along with it.

"Experience the power of a soul storm!"

Vladimir's sinister laughter had barely begun when it vanished.

The five gray-white beams of light did not strike the white castle itself; they were neutralized by a strange fluctuation emanating from a mage tower while still in mid-air.

"A high-level anti-magic barrier?"

Vladimir screamed in a distorted voice, filled with disbelief and anger.

"Who exactly is this damn brat?"

Why could a mere ant of the Black Iron rank imagine the existence of so many powerful creations in his soul world?

In the minds of many mages in the mythological world, the battle of magic is a very exquisite and delicate art.

Use keen perception to capture the most subtle changes in the other person's magic;

Then, use just the right amount of force to interfere, ultimately causing the powerful magic the opponent has constructed to collapse.

The sense of accomplishment at that moment is something that other professionals simply cannot experience.

However, not all mages can achieve such precise control.

There are also some mages with powerful magic, but whose manipulation skills are rather crude.

After failing in round after round of magical battles, they gradually realized that they needed a more direct way to defend themselves.

Thus, after countless days and nights of research, the wisest magician finally invented a series of anti-magic protective spells.

From this moment on, the battle of magic changed from a contest of wits to a clash of power.

From the initial small spell nullification shield to the grand negation magic barrier that only legendary mages could master.

This series of protective spells is like a savage stonemason wielding a sledgehammer, wantonly altering all the rules within the exquisitely beautiful magical palace.

Magic of the same level is annihilated by anti-magic protection; only higher-level spells can penetrate the strong anti-magic barrier.

Countless mages have publicly expressed their deep hatred for anti-magic spells.

Everyone believed this was a brutal trampling and extreme contempt for the temple of magic, a regression that allowed a crude magical turret to be compared with the status of a wise archmage.

However, in private, not a single monk failed to study this time-saving and labor-saving wonder.

Even the Naraku civilization, which fanatically believed in the annihilation of all things, had some knowledge of anti-magic protective spells.

The anti-magic barrier emanating from the mage tower of the white castle obliterated the soul storm cast by the pseudo-lich Vladimir, leaving him in a dilemma.

The necromancy of the Naraku civilization has always been known for its eeriness and insidiousness. Its essence lies in the manipulation of souls and wills, rather than direct physical damage.

Therefore, magic that deals direct damage was a relatively weak element in the Naraku civilization.

The Soul Storm that Vladimir possessed was the highest-level damage spell he could cast.

However, even such powerful spells proved ineffective against the protection of anti-magic barriers.

As for other low-level spells such as Skeleton Riot and Plague Cloud, they simply cannot break through this impenetrable defense.

These spells might cause considerable chaos and destruction under normal circumstances, but in front of the anti-magic barrier, they are like powerless fists hitting an impenetrable wall, having no effect whatsoever.

The four lich summoned by the Scourge of the Dead were much stronger than usual in the battle of souls, but they were still insignificant compared to Vladimir.

Not to mention, they have almost no adaptability.

When the Soul Storm fails, these guys just float around Vladimir blankly, as if they have lost all direction and freedom, and can only watch helplessly as the situation becomes more and more unfavorable.

At this moment, the army of skeletons and zombies had already swept over the area in an overwhelming manner.

The moat surrounding the white castle is more than ten meters wide, and the deep blue water is bottomless, like an abyss that separates the living from the dead.

However, almost instantly, the spirits filled the river with their broken bodies and built several gray-white bridges.

These fearless spirits crossed the bridge, gathered beneath the towering white walls, and pushed and shoved each other, climbing haphazardly upwards.

When the body of the undead touches the white stone of the city wall, a faint, soft white light emanates from the surface of the wall.

The undead touched by the white light immediately emitted large amounts of black smoke, as if their souls were being burned away by the purifying fire.

The skeleton's bones quickly crumbled and shattered, as if they had decayed and weathered over a thousand years;

The zombie's body oozed large amounts of putrid black blood, and its swollen body deflated like a punctured balloon.

As a necromancer of the new era, Ark may not be as knowledgeable about and skilled in undead techniques as Vladimir, a remnant of the Naraku civilization, but his spells against undead creatures are in no way inferior to his opponent's.

After all, in order to save the nation and ensure its survival, the Blue Star Human Alliance attached great importance to military education.

Fang Zhou, being at the Haicheng Military Academy, the highest military academy in the Longxia Federation, had access to far more combat and war-related military knowledge than Vladimir, this old relic with a flawed soul.

Therefore, he abandoned his undead creature specialization and chose to conjure the sacred castle of the Dragon Summer Federation on the battlefield of soul battles, naturally in order to develop his attribute special attack to the extreme.

The first wave of undead crashed against the towering white walls, shattering them, yet the walls remained unmoved.

But the tide of the dead seemed endless, and a second wave surged forth with just as ferocious force.

Broken, decaying bones and shriveled corpses gradually piled up like a small mountain outside the white castle.

Even so, the view was still filled with shimmering gray and dark green colors.

"Champion Swordsman, cover!"

"Heavenly Dragon Crossbowmen, fire freely!"

All of our troops and spells are conjured by the Ark using its own soul power.

Therefore, he did not aimlessly cast spells on the endless stream of undead cannon fodder.

Limited spiritual power should be used wisely.

The area outside the city is now teeming with low-level undead.

Not to mention these Heavenly Dragon Crossbowmen with their precise archery skills, even if the militiamen with hunting bows were to blindfolded and fire wildly downwards, they wouldn't miss.

"Now is the time for the Heavenly Knights to show their true strength."

Open the city gates!

A burst of dazzling white light erupted from the top of the mage tower, followed by a resounding chorus of horns.

A golden ray of light, like the rising sun, spread outwards from the mage tower.

The Inspire skill of the Heroic Banner, which was once frequently used in Arknights, paled in comparison to this radiance, like a faint candlelight in the night sky.

No matter how timid a person may be, bathed in this glorious light, their fear is replaced by fervor, making them incredibly brave. The Heavenly Knights, already fully prepared, are like an unstoppable torrent, quietly awaiting the order to charge.

When the Ark's voice rang out, the mountain-like giant warrior standing at the forefront of the group raised his golden-red spear and responded with a deafening roar.

"The Heavenly Knights have assembled and are ready to charge!"

In that instant, all the lances raised by the knights seemed to form a burning forest before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The crimson battle aura emanating from each knight was like a surging ocean.

The golden patterns on the armor resembled light sprites swimming in this sea of ​​blood, shimmering with a mysterious yet dangerous light.