The skeletal griffin, an undead creature with the ability to fly, caused panic and fear among the demi-humans with each descent.
Even in the chaotic situation of the battlefield, most demi-humans instinctively treated the undead as a common enemy.
These were undead beings filled with hatred for all living things!
While some demi-humans were distracted by the skeletal griffin, the sounds of battle echoed across the battlefield.
The Alliance Leader, accompanied by heavily Armat skeletal knights, was silently approaching the center of the battlefield, both he and his knights under the effect of an "invisibility" spell.
This second-tier spell wasn't exactly an exceptional method of concealment.
Those with keen hearing and exceptional perception, or strong professional fighters, could detect the anomaly.
Especially since most demi-humans had more acute senses than humans.
However, in the current environment, issues like the sound of footsteps, which "invisibility" couldn't hide, were nonexistent.
Only the inexplicable deaths of some demi-humans along the Alliance Leader's path caused confusion among the warring factions.
They didn't have time to ponder, quickly focusing their energy on other enemies.
A vacant area in the center of the battlefield.
Bang!
Bang!
Two warriors, both towering at three meters tall, clashed repeatedly, each collision unleashing terrifying shockwaves.
Go Gin's enchanted mace and Vijer enchanted double-bladed axe were both heavy weapons, but in their hands, they moved like light wooden sticks, forming a flurry of shadows!
"Fierce Strike!"
"Fierce Strike!"
Two beast-like roars, two weapons colliding once more.
A thunderous boom reverberated across the battlefield, unleashing a piercing sonic shockwave that made ordinary demi-humans feel sick!
"Fantastic! Come on, Go Gin!"
"Only an opponent like you is worthy of me giving my all to kill!"
Vijer roared with burning eyes, enduring the tingling in his arms, and charged again, bellowing: "Your head will be one of the most memorable glories for me."
"You talk too much!"
Go Gin was also caught up in the heat of battle, previous thoughts and ideas long forgotten; he only wanted to defeat the opponent before him.
"As a sign of respect for you, my opponent, I will devour your flesh after killing you, making your strength a part of me!"
In an instant.
Go Gin and Vijer were entangled in battle once more.
Dozens of meters away.
The Alliance Leader watched the battle zone, intentionally left vacant by the surrounding demi-humans, his pale eyes fixed on Go Gin and Vijer.
His gaze was greedy, as if looking at valuable treasures.
"I should have realized it sooner; no matter how excellent the human physique, it can't compare to the racial talents of demi-humans."
The Alliance Leader muttered to himself.
This "difference" would become more and more apparent with increasing strength, a level that humans could never reach, no matter how much effort or training they put in.
"Only a demi-human powerhouse at the 'Hero Domain' level should be able to withstand that massive amount of negative energy."
The Alliance Leader's gaze darted between Go Ginand Vijer.
Go Gin was stronger, but in terms of raw physical power, Vijer's Zoastia race had the advantage.
The Alliance Leader hesitated slightly, his gaze finally settling on Go Gin.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Suddenly, the ground trembled violently.
On the chaotic battlefield, the demi-humans simultaneously stopped their attacks, looking around in confusion.
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi, leading a team of about a hundred beastmen, immediately raised his palm, signaling all the beastmen to halt.
Then,
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi, disregarding the blood, remains, and scattered corpses on the ground, immediately lay down, listening to the movements on the ground with his ear.
"The sound is coming from behind!"
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi's expression changed; he was about to get up and command the team when he put his ear back down:
"No, it's not just behind us!"
"Large numbers are approaching from the east and west. Could it be reinforcements from the united tribes?"
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi was somewhat incredulous.
He could barely accept the encirclement from the east and west, but how did an unknown number of demi-human troops appear out of nowhere behind them?
Tap! Tap!
The muffled sounds of rapid footsteps on the ground grew closer and closer.
The entire chaotic battlefield fell silent as all the demi-humans stopped, warily eyeing each other, suspecting the approaching forces were reinforcements for their opponents.
"Let's end this here, everyone!!"
Accompanied by a clear, loud voice amplified by magic or magical items, a high-pitched shout echoed across the battlefield:
"Everyone, stop!!"
A large number of slender and sturdy demi-human figures emerged from behind and from the east and west, appearing in everyone's sight.
These vast hordes of demi-humans were divided into two races!
One race had bluish-green skin and white hair on their heads and arms, resembling apes but with atrophied eyes.
Caben!
The other race had horse-like hooves and healthy dark brown skin, marked with various tribal patterns.
Centaurs!
As soon as these two demi-human races appeared, they each dispatched thousands of demi-humans, quickly moving north, completely surrounding the battlefield before anyone could react.
"Silence!"
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi looked at his restless tribesmen behind him, shouting sternly, his face behind the dark yellow helmet filled with gravity.
Even from his perspective, unable to see the entire battlefield, "Beast General" Hekter Weishi was very clear that they were surrounded.
The most important thing to do now was to break out!
However.
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi did not do so immediately, because the situation was too strange.
It was supposed to be a simple conflict and retaliation over water, but so many variables had emerged.
The Cabens and Centaurs should be in the far north, the least likely place to appear here.
Something must have happened that his beastmen and the Zoastia race didn't know about!
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi's face was cold, and he muttered inwardly: "Vijer actions this time were too reckless."
"All tribesmen!"
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi raised the long sword in his hand, pointing the tip at the sky, as if to his bewildered tribesmen:
"Gather here, move! Quickly!"
Their enemies now were no longer the allied demi-humans in front of them.
He needed to gather all his tribesmen and the companions of the Zoastia race as soon as possible to deal with the situation that might occur next.
"Beast General" Hekter Weishi quickly observed, secretly deducing that the strength of the Caben and Centaurs was not very strong, even if they had the advantage in numbers.
As long as they gathered the power of their two races, they could still break through the encirclement.
Boom--!
"Sandstorm!"
"Ah!"
"Ah, ah!"
A yellow sandstorm erupted from the forefront of the demi-humans, instantly sending dozens of them flying, followed by muffled thuds and screams as they landed.
"Knew those Cabens and centaurs couldn't hold the line!"
A boisterous voice emerged from the dust: "Everyone stop! I don't like repeating myself!"
The magically amplified voice echoed across the battlefield, and as the yellow sand dissipated, a tall, burly figure strode out.
An overwhelming sense of pressure caused the surrounding demi-humans' hands to tremble!
Twisted horns resembling a goat's adorned his head, and his fur was a dark silver-white, clearly marking him as a Bafolk.
However, this individual possessed a physique far surpassing that of ordinary Bafolk!
He wore green breastplate emblazoned with tortoise shell patterns and a reddish-brown cloak made of some unknown animal hide draped over his shoulders.
In his left hand, he held a shield inlaid with a large yellow gem, and in his right, he gripped a shapeshifting sword with a light yellow blade; even the horns on his head were decorated with golden gemstone ornaments.
This ensemble of magical artifacts and the oppressive aura emanating from him unequivocally declared his strength and status!
"'Hero King' Buser!"
"Beast General" Hector Weiss exclaimed in disbelief.
The atmosphere became somewhat frozen.
The current situation had repeatedly exceeded everyone's expectations and imagination.
"Beast General" Hector Weiss quickly gestured for his clansmen and the assembled Zoastia companions to retreat.
"Hero King" Buser turned his head, his eyes indifferent: "Hector Weiss, it's been a while. Among these people, the most troublesome is you, known for your military prowess."
"However, I'm not here to fight this time, so there's no need for such guarded actions."
"Hero king" Buser spoke in a hearty and cheerful voice, then raised his tone, shouting to everyone through a magical artifact:
"This playful war ends here! Everything is the work of humans, we demi-humans—"
"King!!"
"Damn troll!"
"I'll kill you!!"
"How could 'Demon Claw' possibly lose!"
Cries of sorrow and roars erupted from the ranks of the four-legged beasts and demi-human beast races, interrupting Buser'swords.
The situation, which had just stabilized, changed again, and all the Zoastia demi-humans began to move like madmen.
"Beast General" Hector Weiss's expression changed drastically; he had realized the abnormality of the situation.
He also began to consciously stabilize the situation.
But at this moment!
"Beast General" Hector Weiss knew that the Zoastia race was about to completely lose control.
"Demon Claw" Vijer—was dead!
Weiss looked into the distance with bloodshot eyes, where there were only two figures: one was the ogre Go Gin,
and the other was "Demon Claw" Vijer, lying on the ground with his head rolled off.
On this side.
Go Gin roared in fury. He hadn't killed "Demon Claw" Vijer; he had been suddenly attacked.
Using his warrior's intuition and keen observation, he had discovered the hidden assailant and wanted to pursue him immediately.
But the Zoastia demi-humans from all directions had already charged over.
Bang! Bang!
"Wait a—"
Go Gin wanted to explain, but no one gave him a chance to speak. Faced with the frantic attacks of the four-legged beast demi-humans, he could only retreat defensively.
And the trolls, whose intelligence was already low, roared and continued to attack because their king had been attacked.
In the blink of an eye!
The situation, which had just calmed down, erupted into chaos again.
In an "invisible" state.
The Alliance Master saw the battlefield, which had become chaotic again, and a cold look flashed in his eyes:
"It's not easy to create such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can I let you demi-humans easily stop it?"
As he spoke.
The Alliance Master's gaze turned to the agitated, roaring Buser, and his eyes lit up.
"Heh, compared to the troll and the Zoastias, this demi-human seems more suitable as the target of the ritual."
The Alliance Master murmured with satisfaction, raised his head, glanced at the skull griffon circling in the sky, and nodded almost imperceptibly:
"The rich blood energy is already enough, but it still lacks a surge of negative energy and death energy that can trigger it, then!
"Invisibility" deactivated.
The figures of the Alliance Master and the heavily Armat skeleton warrior appeared in the center of the battlefield like ghosts.
The black mist figure constructed from rich death energy and negative energy was particularly conspicuous as soon as it appeared, and the chilling sensation that made the soul rise with a chill spread rapidly from the Alliance Master as the center.
He knew that the war he had rekindled would not last long, so he had to complete the ritual as soon as possible.
"Is that a human?"
"That's an undead!"
"That guy is controlling the skeleton bird in the sky."
The demi-humans immediately locked onto the Alliance Master.
Buser's eyes were cold, and his figure moved suddenly: "Vijer death was caused by you, wasn't it!"
"I swear on the name of the Hero King, I will use your head as a chamber pot!"
"Go to hell, human necromancer!"
Buser roared coldly with murderous intent, like an enraged ram.
Facing the demi-humans rushing from all directions and the gazes of hatred and anger.
"Death, chaos, blood, wailing, screams!"
The Alliance Master turned a deaf ear to everything around him, raised his arms to the sky, as if praising or whispering:
"Only true death and chaos can be worthy of true birth, so let this wailing and screaming,
be even more pleasing to the ear!"
"Magic Ascension—"
Buzz!
An astonishing surge of magical power emanated from the Alliance Master, actually injecting it into the ground, connecting a faint magical ritual linked by corpses and blood to the location where the Alliance Master was.
"7th Tier Magic · Undead Legion!"
Rumble!
Rumble!
The soil covered with blood and corpses was broken open.
Skeletons, zombies, ghouls, viscera eggs, animated corpses, beast zombies, bloated zombies, broken corpses, etc.
Thousands of densely packed undead emerged from the ground with the Alliance Master as the center, and all the demi-humans slowed down their movements, and the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point!
At the cliff.
Halisha Ankara, the Zern King, and the corpse of Pandex nation's corpse lay on the ground, emitting a burnt smell.
Minori held the weak Magelos Nasrene in his hand, watching the battlefield below, which seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water as thousands of undead emerged.
"The astrologer's magic is here too, it's really lively."
Minori raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky.