Sealed Divine Throne II: Twin Sons of Dragon
Chapter 522 - 260: Majestic Battlefield_2

Chapter 522: Chapter 260: Majestic Battlefield_2

Without intoning an overly lengthy spell, a massive shower of meteoric fire swiftly advanced toward the direction of the wraith legion. At this point, the wraith legion had come within a range of three thousand meters from the human army.

For an ordinary mage, it would be quite challenging to direct their Meteor Fiery Shower spell to reach as far as five hundred meters. However, at this moment, the sprawling Meteor Fiery Shower had managed to cover almost half of the entire battlefield.

"Boom—" With the first explosion resonating, the violent clattering of the fire element rampaged through the battlefield, engulfing each wraith entity within its blistering flames. Amidst the Meteor Fiery Shower, countless lower tier wraith entities were annihilated.

However, at this moment, the colossal grey-black skull slowly raised its head, making a motion as if it were taking a breath.

Immediately, a large plume of grey mist spewed forth from its mouth. Heading straight towards the fiery meteors in the air, the mist seemed to enshroud everything in its path.

Upon coming into contact with the grey-black mist, the Meteor Fiery Shower vanished instantaneously like snow meeting a blaze, and the number of meteors that managed to descend diminished as the mist spread.

Even more eerie was the fact that the bodies of the dead wraith entities on the ground transformed into a grey stream of energy and surged towards the massive grey-black skull in the distance, blending and merging into it. The wraith legion on the ground, increasing rather than decreasing in size, continued their frenzied charge forward.

On the lookout, Long Kongkong gently nudged Long Dangdang.

Under the shining moonlight, Long Kongkong said, "My Elemental Vortex Spirit Furnace is starving."

Long Dangdang’s heart skipped a beat. He understood that the grey stream would certainly be something that Long Kongkong’s Elemental Vortex Spirit Furnace could devour, and it was also surely a kind of life energy that could be transformed just like the demon tribe’s. Who was to say that wraith entities didn’t possess life energy? The power of their souls was a manifestation of life energy itself.

Still under the glowing moon, Long Dangdang responded: "Starving or not, you need to behave yourself."

In such a grand battlefield, what would be the outcome if an individual drew attention to themselves? One could easily guess with a quick ponder, that if you didn’t want to die, you had to keep a low profile.

Long Kongkong spread his hands, showing a helpless expression.

On the human side, the brigade of wind specialty mages also began to act. Tornadoes sprung up from the ground, forming a barrier rolling towards the wraith entities. Meanwhile, atop the walls of Blessed Sun City, streaks of golden light pierced the sky, the holy light swirling and converging in the air, as if gathering some powerful force.

The Temple Federation had been dealing with wraith entities for quite some time, and the leaders clearly knew that simply killing these entities was meaningless. The energy from these entities could be recycled to spawn new wraith entities with no significant damage to the overall strength. It was only by killing the elite undead hosted by departed heroes that the wraith legion’s strength could be somewhat reduced. But the wraith entities dispatched by the wraith legion at this time were merely low-level wraiths ranging from 1st to 3rd Rank, intended to drain the Temple Federation’s strength.

The Federation’s tactical arrangement for this engagement was clear from the composition of their army. Instead of deploying conventional troops to fight the wraith entities — a move that would be feasible given the Federation’s capability of mustering a million-strong army — they refrained from doing so to avoid playing into the enemy’s hands. Once humans fell in battle, they could quickly be transformed into wraith entities and become part of the enemy’s forces.

Therefore, those who were dispatched to fight this time were the elite professionists from the 6 Great Sacred Temples. No low-end combat forces were deployed. This strategy minimized losses while inflicting substantial damage on the enemy.

With the advent of the sweeping tornadoes, the advance of the wraith legion was momentarily stalled. But the massive grey-black skull in the rear blew out another breath of mist. Wherever it passed, the wind element withered away, neutralizing the mage brigade’s assault once again.

The wraith entities on the ground were nothing more than cannon fodder. The real battle was between the top forces of both sides. However, no one was going all out just yet; everyone was feeling out the strength of their opponents.

The fierce flames were spreading on the ground, forming walls of fire on the path of the wraith legion. Each low-level wraith entity turned to ashes, but the fire still couldn’t truly destroy the wraith energy within them; it would always return and regroup.

On the human side, the three mage brigades were taking turns to attack. On the wraith legion’s side, the massive grey-black skull continued to exhale mist to exhaust the power of the human mages. A stalemate seemed to have taken hold.

The elemental fluctuations were so strong, even observers on the tower could clearly feel the overwhelming pressure.

Long Dangdang was watching the direction of Blessed Sun City with Ling Menglu. On the city walls of Blessed Sun City, the golden light was growing stronger. The accumulating power was like a golden beam merged with the sun, intimidating everyone’s spirit. It kept the morale of the human forces intact, and the power of the Holy Bell continued to ripple outwards. It not only cleared the minds of the humans but also affected wraith entities within a certain range, significantly slowing their progress.

This was the power of a Divine Artifact, capable of influencing the entire battlefield.

"Is that magic?" asked Long Dangdang to Ling Menglu quietly.

Ling Menglu nodded, "Yes, the Saints are casting a spell. To truly deal with these wraith entities, pure destructive power isn’t enough. We must find a way to purify the wraith energy. This is something only us from Priests Temple can accomplish. We seem to have found a method, or else we wouldn’t have launched this war."

Long Dangdang asked, "Did we lure the Wraith Kingdom to attack us this time?"

Ling Menglu said, "That’s what I heard. Apparently, our demon hunting team ventured deep into the Wraith Kingdom and killed one of their top elites, which provoked them. Before this, the Wraith Kingdom didn’t seem to intend to wage an all-out war with us; they were just accumulating their forces in the northeastern regions. We are not sure what they were up to exactly, but it definitely wasn’t anything good."

Long Dangdang nodded and continued to focus on the direction of Blessed Sun City. He was eager to know what strategy the Priests Temple had to counter the Wraith Kingdom.

The Temple Federation had been in existence for over ten thousand years. With immeasurable accumulation over such a period, humans had not only the spirit furnaces and Divine Artifacts but also an array of powerful beings. Their overall strength was magnificent. Confronting the Wraith Kingdom shouldn’t be difficult as long as the issue of the wraith entities’ revival and their reabsorbing of wraith energy could be resolved.

Just when he was pondering this, abruptly, an intense golden light forced him to squint his eyes, rendering it impossible to stare directly.

In the sky above Blessed Sun City, the accumulated golden light suddenly burst into a spectacular radiance. At this moment, even the sun in the sky lost its brightness. The golden light gently fractured, revealing a giant portal-like figure several hundred meters tall. An intense divine aura sprayed out from the portal.

Perhaps feeling the threat coming from the portal, the giant grey-black skull of the wraith legion in the distance suddenly raised its head. The grey-black mist around it intensified, and the red Soul Flame in its eyes throbbing violently as it let out a piercing shriek.

The instant the shriek was heard, the human forces on the battleground couldn’t help but tremble, and all magic being cast crumbled. Yet in this instant, golden light swirled around, and a giant figure stepped out from the portal.

Ling Menglu suddenly blurted out, "I know what this is, it’s the ancient forbidden spell, the Blazing Angel’s Advent."