Chapter 239 – 239: The Three Great Legions

Lu Jun gazed into the distance.

The three great undead legions advanced with overwhelming momentum. The Warrior-level undead were twice as large as the Servant-level ones, standing out like cranes in a flock of chickens amidst the dark, churning tide of the undead.

A rough count revealed over a thousand of them, each with unique traits and emitting different ominous auras of malevolence.

They were led by seven or eight Commander-level Corpse Ministers, Bone Ministers, and Ghost Ministers.

As expected of the undead of the Ancient Capital assembling such a formidable force so easily. By the standards of Commander-level tribes, it would take at least ten average tribes to gather such numbers.

Han Ji wore a grave expression. Though their side had several times more Mid-tier mages, clashing with these three great legions might still lead to instant collapse.

A single Warrior-level undead could take on several Mid-tier mages, and once it charged, the destructive impact would be unstoppable.

He scanned the surroundings. Mo Fan’s group of four was surrounded by a protective formation of Super-tier mages they must not be mobilized, as their precious mana was reserved for use in the Dark Abyss.

In the core circle were more than a dozen Super-tier mages and two to three hundred High-tier mages.

“Should we deploy the Super-tier mages?” Han Ji began to weigh his options and started assigning tasks, saying, “Du Xiao, you lead a team of High-tier mages to handle the Flesh Hill Corpse Minister Legion. Fei Jiao, take your men to clear out the skeletal undead on the ground.”

“As for the Ghost Fiend Legion…”

He hesitated. His orders were based on enemy matchups. The Flesh Hill and Bone Skeleton legions could be countered by most magic, and there were alternate candidates.

But the Ghost Fiend Legion without Mind or Curse magic, they’d suffer dearly. What’s more, flight capability was also necessary.

Just then, Lu Jun suddenly said, “My sister and I will handle it.”

Hearing this, Han Ji turned his gaze to the young man in the black-gold coat before him the hero of the Ancient Capital incident and then to the cold and elegant female mage beside him. The aura she exuded was in no way inferior to a Super-tier sovereign.

With his strength, Han Ji sensed the presence of the Lesser-Monarch-level being inside Lu Mei.jiang Feng’s existence lay dormant deep within her.

Han Ji nodded. He wasn’t focused on Lu Jun, but rather Lu Mei. He couldn’t be bothered to question the Flame Witch after all, with full Super-tier cultivation for so many years, what genius or fortune hadn’t he seen? As long as they were useful.

A Lesser-Monarch was more than sufficient to suppress the Ghost Fiend Legion.

Afterward, the army of several thousand mages split into three smaller battalions, pushing through the undead horde to strike the three great undead legions.

Rumble!

Du Xiao’s mount, the Azure-eyed Behemoth, was the first to move. Its slow stride alone made the barren earth quake. The undead flooding forward like a tidal wave were effortlessly crushed into powder, like reefs resisting the current.

The behemoth’s mass and size were even greater than the Flesh Hill Corpse Ministers. At first contact, it directly hammered two thirty-meter-tall Corpse Ministers into the air.

However, Du Xiao’s individual power was still quite limited.

Behind the Corpse Ministers, three hundred flesh-covered Warrior-level undead lined up, each spaced a dozen meters apart.

Looking across the desolate land, they were like three hundred fierce heavy-duty tanks charging in formation, raising a cloud of dust that resembled a yellow curtain of earth.

Though the Azure-eyed Behemoth was formidable, if surrounded and gnawed on by the Warrior-levels and swarmed by Servant-level undead like ants, even it might fall.

This was precisely why Han Ji led a full army to break through the Undead Empire instead of using only a few hundred elite and nimble High-tier squads for a surgical strike.

Human mages had limited mana and needed cannon fodder to shield them, to clash with the undead’s overwhelming numbers.

Otherwise, facing three legions of Warrior-level undead like now, they’d expend half their mana just dealing with it paying an even steeper price.

Fortunately, most of Du Xiao’s team members were Summoning Element mages, and High-tier summoners excelled in large-scale battles.

“High-tier Spell: Beast Tide Summon!”

Gate after gate of moon-white dimensional doors stood tall, their surfaces inscribed with ancient, primitive beast runes. Out thundered countless bizarre beast hordes.

Wuuu! Roooar! Ssshh!

Holy Armor White Elephants, One-Horned Rhinos, Earth Dragons, and Ground Lizards each beast was massive and heavy, forming a lined-up frontline no less imposing than the corpse horde.

Each High-tier summoner could summon up to forty beasts. Combined, the group summoned over two hundred Warrior-level beasts, each more elite individually.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Eventually, the two opposing beast tides collided, clashing violently with thunderous roars. Blood and flesh splattered into the sky the brutal battlefield laid bare in all its savagery.

With the Hunt King Du Xiao leading the charge, they took the upper hand. Large swathes of the beast horde devoured the undead, setting the tone for Victory.

On the other side, the Flying Horn Squad was also progressing smoothly. The high-level military mages were well-trained and highly organized, like a cold killing machine, actually clearing the battlefield the fastest.

The densely packed skeletons were inherently fragile among the undead types. Under the slicing of Wind Element mages, they fell row by row, like harvesting rice.

As for Lu Jun and his sister, their split team had the fewest members only the two of them.

They flew individually, heading toward the sky-shrouding white mist, filled with ghost shadows. Many mages who noticed this were extremely puzzled.

Unbeknownst to them, Lu Jun was drooling with anticipation, full of confidence.

Among all demon types, undead naturally had a high Soul Essence drop rate.

And among undead, ghost-type creatures were the most intelligent, with an even higher drop rate.

Lu Jun knew well that the ratio reached a shocking thirty to one for every thirty ghosts, one complete Warrior-level Soul Essence would appear.

Moreover, hundreds of Warrior-level ghosts gathering together was exceedingly rare, only appearing in massive wars like this.

For the current Lu Jun, with Level-4 Intermediate magic and a Single Thought Star Mao level of control, wiping out slaves meant eliminating large groups, and even Warrior-level enemies could be killed en masse.

So why would he still stay among the ranks of human mages, instead of taking the initiative?

At once, the two of them dove into

the vast ghostly white mist. This fog, full of intense psychic temptation, could easily confuse even high-level experts.

Yet with a single thought, Psychic Wall and Psychic Protection of Elementary and Intermediate levels were erected within their spiritual worlds, fully nullifying the effects.

With the cover of the white mist, Lu Jun could now unleash his full power.

Buzzz!

In the next moment, within the depths of the white fog, shadowy ghosts loomed everywhere. Their exact shapes and numbers were unclear, and terrifying ghostly wails echoed from all directions.

Fear, resentment, and temptation overlapped, and along with the occasionally visible ghostly figures, created a hellish scene filled with clawing phantoms and demonic chaos.

Just then, Lu Jun struck.

Ghost Punishment of the Netherworld · Yin Mother Specter swiftly crawled out from the Curse Well Dimension.

The tall female ghost in white hovered in midair. She spread her arms, embracing the siblings. Her beautiful face lifted, mouth splitting open to her ears, unleashing a silent Banshee’s Wail.

In the void, two waves of layered sound rippled against each other, spreading vast gray-white halos those were spiritual waves filled with hateful emotions.

The Yin Mother Specter resisted most of it. What remained fell onto the duo’s spiritual fortresses like a spring breeze.

Lu Jun hadn’t relaxed yet when a ghostly pale shadow silently appeared behind the Yin Mother Specter.

With a sinister smile, it extended a giant ghost claw. Shadows writhed as it dug out the illusory heart of the white-clothed ghost.

Splat! The Yin Mother Specter let out a scream, gravely injured as her soul body turned blurry.

With the black-red cavern behind Lu Jun as the center, her body twisted in a spiral and rapidly shrank back into the [Curse Well Dimension].

With just one strike, despite her four-tier spiritual strength and top-grade Blood Abyss Curse reinforcement, the high-quality Yin Mother Specter fell.

A Commander-level Ghost Marshal had appeared within the same tier, it was stronger than most other demon types.

Yet Lu Jun grinned. The fish had taken the bait!

At that moment, his sister Lu Mei suddenly turned around. She was clad in luxurious Earth Dragon Scale Armor, Medusa-like serpent patterns coiled down her arms, and her gray-white eyes sparkled with an exotic charm.

Rock Demon Eyes · Petrification!

The ghostly Commander tried to escape but was already too late, caught by the edge of the petrification force.

Not to mention, before the Yin Mother Specter dissipated, she had laid a trap using her Earth Domain talent.

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