Early the next morning.

The entire canyon shook as countless falling rocks rolled down the mouth of the canyon.

In an instant, a skeleton couldn't dodge and was smashed into pieces.

The ghostly blue flames in Eric's eyes rose violently for a moment, raising his head and staring tightly at the back of the valley.

As if responding to his anticipation, in the next instant, an orange-red fireball shot from the mouth of the valley.

The opportunity he had been waiting for for one song had finally arrived.

"A darkness deeper than the abyss."

"Brew the forbidden magic brew with the fruits of darkness, and dedicate it to the sublime Lord of the Abyss, the King of Darkness."

"Seventh-order magic, Darkness' Sacrifice."

A circle of pitch-black magic formations rose from the ground, rushing from the bottom of the canyon to the mouth of the valley, covering the sky.

And at the center of the magic formation, in the deepest darkness of that canyon.

The bone dragon named Pound stretched his neck and chanted its seventh-rank magic.

Pitch-black beams of light spewed out from his mouth.

The cliffs of the canyon instantly annihilated into nothingness under the black beam of light.

An enchanting yet fishy odor of alcohol filled the entire canyon.

"The holy Lord sent down an angel of salvation."

"That holy light will eventually illuminate every inch of the earth, praising the Lord's mercy."

"Seventh rank magic, Holy Angel's Sanction."

With the chanting, golden beams of light shone down from high in the sky.

It was like a golden curtain hanging down from heaven, suffused with holy light.

Vaguely, the angel's shadow seemed to be seen.

And before that angel's silhouette, a preacher wearing magnificent robes was holding up his golden scepter and chanting.

"Abominable human who believes in the Goddess of Light, do you wish to bear the wrath of Pound the Bone Dragon!"

Pound flapped its enormous bone wings.

The air currents instantly lifted off countless skeletons near it, but it didn't care and rushed towards the figure of the missionary with its wings.

Although Eric didn't understand how Pound's white bone, leaking wings could drive that body to fly.

But in the world of magic, the matter of science and rationality itself was unreasonable.

Pound rushed towards the missionary's body and was stopped in mid-air.

A purple figure in heavy armor stopped Pound.

That body, which looked slim and small in front of the dragon, did hold a huge sword to stop that angry, unbeatable Pound.

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A high-level professional of the warrior profession.

Eric felt that it was better for a low-ranked skeleton of his level to not care about the godly fight on his head.

What he wanted now was to seize the opportunity to escape Pound's clutches.

It would be even better if Pound was killed here by that preacher and warrior jointly.

With Pound the Bone Dragon stopped by the two Immortals, the other adventurers and soldiers couldn't wait to rush down the canyon.

Those long-range magician professions, on the other hand, stood at the edge of the canyon, chanting magic spells and releasing magic towards the bottom of the canyon.

The skeletons on this side also swarmed to meet those humans, no longer the usual stupidity.

Even Eric's heart was flooded with the urge to kill the invaders in front of him at all costs.

He immediately realized that it was Pound's influence.

If it was his former self, he probably couldn't control his reasoning at all and was manipulated by Pound's order to rush towards these humans.

But now, he was able to suppress the impulse and not be manipulated by Pound.

But in order not to draw attention to himself, Eric still mixed in with the lower-ranked skeletons and rattled and screamed as he rushed toward the humans.

He mixed among the skeletons for no other reason than to make up for it.

If the human seriously injured the skeleton here, Eric didn't hesitate to rush up and quietly make up a knife to kill the skeleton.

When the skeletons on this side seriously injured the humans and were about to kill them.

He is even more "fearless" to rush up and push away at the same time, ruthlessly mending the knife.

In short, is to make up the knife, make up the knife.

At the same time towards the edge of the battlefield to kill.

Looking at the experience value on the panel, Eric's jaw was about to burst into laughter.

Damn it, this foreign world was too good for outlanders.

Eric still hadn't shown his true strength.

Hibernation and opportunity.

Right now the battlefield hadn't presented that opportunity to reveal one's true strength to seize.

Out of everyone, if you can't be the strongest one, then go and be the one who hides the most.

On this battlefield, whether it was your side or the enemy's side, countless ones were stronger than Eric.

With the constant onslaught of humans, the skeletons suffered heavy losses.

The chimera itself had already flown to the mouth of the canyon at this point, releasing attacks on the mages at the mouth of the canyon.

The mages had to resist, so there was no way to release magic attacks on the skeleton army.

The Skeleton Army seized the opportunity and began to counter-charge with their numerical advantage.

At the same time, the high-level Skeleton Magicians joined the battlefield and cast undead magic.

A dead human corpse reared up and counterattacked the humans.

The hidden priests among the humans stood out and chanted in unison.

"Holy Goddess of Light, your merciful light shines on the earth, purifying every inch of filth in your divine kingdom."

"First rank magic, group purification."

The chants connected, and golden light shone throughout the battlefield.

This crusade, the other side was quite well prepared.

In the place where the golden holy light shone, a corpse that had reared up emitted a zipping sound and white smoke, and one by one, it fell back down again.

Even a skeleton became shriveled up.

Eric also felt a wave of irritation and powerlessness but shook his head and dispelled the feeling cleanly.

But looking around at the way the lower-ranked skeletons were shriveling up, he faked it in style.

Hibernate, hibernate.

He muttered.

This time, the human side had a great deal of momentum and wielded their weapons before killing.

The skeleton's numerical advantage and the human's aura advantage evened out, and the battlefield was once again hard to separate.

Eric didn't care about the battlefield, he was still pretending to be sick and mending while feeling his way to the edge of the battlefield.

Hibernate, hibernate.

He was still muttering.

"The sleeping bones of the earth whisper, the darkness brews the most fragrant doom."

"First-rank magic, the chirping of white bones!"

A familiar voice rang out, it was Lucia's voice.

She was currently leading a group of chimeras in chanting, and a fuchsia magic formation opened up at the soles of her feet, blossoming into ripples that swept across the entire battlefield of skeletons.

The flames in the skeletons' chests and eye sockets burned violently and violently as if stimulated.

Their breath increased greatly.

Every skeleton rushed forward with a strange "ga ga" sound, excited to no end.

The advantage favored the skeletons again, and the humans began to retreat.

Eric also felt the soul fire in his body was hot, and he couldn't wait to pounce on a human and tear it apart, letting the blood soak his bones.

Frightened, he hastily cast a spell of water magic to douse his soul fire before calming down.

Damn it, hunker down, hunker down.

Eric continued to feel his way to the edge of the battlefield.

Since his colleagues weren't in the right state, he touched while only mending the humans.

Lest this group of brain-dead kind sensed that something was not right quietly and exterminated himself as a betrayer.

Damn it, his whole body was filled with the spirit of struggle, he couldn't do anything about it!