A faint golden glow emanates from the various weapons he holds, signifying his formidable lethality against the Undead.

Each of them charged directly into the midst of the Undead like bulldozers, smashing those who stood in their way to pieces.

Soon thereafter, golden flames ignited around them.

With the swing of their weapons, the Undead weaving through the soldiers were cut down.

Their screams turned to ash.

With their arrival, the Priest Corps ascended the city walls.

These priests, clad in thick plate armor, swung their nail hammers.

With a single blow, they sent the attacking Undead flying, treating their comrades beside them in passing.

In their spare moments, they bestowed enhancements and Holy Shields upon soldiers in crisis.

With the formal involvement of the cathedral, the Undead atop the city walls were instantly repelled, and within moments all Undead in the fortress were cleared out.

Various stronger and more resilient Undead began to climb the walls.

These Undead needed no ancient bridge, clambering up using the cracks and protrusions in the walls, hands and feet.

There were pitch-black zombies and skeletons with bones as silver.

Strangely, those powerful Undead Knights mounted on Undead Warhorses, what was their purpose in this war?

Throughout the battle, these Undead Knights maintained their positions on the flanks, showing no intention of attacking, could their role be merely intimidation?

"It's like a game of chess, with you making a move, then me making one."

Longbei remarked somewhat disinterestedly as he observed the back-and-forth on the battlefield.

"In battles like these, neither side even knows how many fights have been fought. What tactics? They have explored all methods of attack or defense."

"In such circumstances, it's like chess, just waiting for someone to suddenly play a killer move."

Kane commented beside him.

The attackers are often the ones to make that killer move.

Kane and his team were waiting for this moment.

"Here it comes, something's happening."

Kreya loudly reminded everyone while monitoring the shifts in the battlefield.

From the war wagon, a lich suddenly raised its magic staff with both hands.

Behind them, more Undead appeared, mostly unsuitable for siege warfare, including numerous towering but slow-moving Abominations.

You could even see some Skeleton Giants among them.

These suddenly appearing Undead units aren't really suited for siege roles.

If they approach the fortress, they'll merely become easy targets.

Unless they can tear down the walls through brute force.

But they emerged precisely at this moment.

The Undead Knights on the flanks began to stir slightly, their Ghost Warhorses digging at the ground with burning iron hooves of eerie blue flames.

"Death praises with song! Death molds dreams! Death piles bones high!"

The hoarse high-pitched song echoed across the battlefield like an incantation, audible even to Kane and his team at the edges.

A certain magic embedded itself into souls through this raspy voice.

It was the lich chanting.

From his Bone Staff, an ethereal green flame erupted skyward.

Piercing into the dark clouds above.

The dark green clouds began swirling around the flame, stirring the entire sky with magic.

Gales rose incessantly around them.

The woods where Kane and his team hid swayed wildly in the gusts, rustling loudly.

The entire battlefield seemed to herald the end times.

The bishop now stood on the fortress wall, observing the lich's spell.

Uncertain of the spell's effects, its grand power was evident.

"Quick! Maximize the magic power of the crystals, raise the shield!"

To the bishop's shouts, priests and mages of various classes waved their hands, channeling magic power.

Magic guided the Holy Light Energy from four crystals, gathering it in the sky as a shimmering golden shield, enveloping the heavens.

The shield directly defended the fortress.

Despite this, the bishop's brow remained furrowed.

He urged the soldiers who relaxed with the shield's rising: "Stay alert! The enemy's attack may exceed our expectations."

Both sides had crossed paths several times; the lich surely knew about the Holy Shield.

Thus, his ability to execute such exaggerated means meant confidence, and surely considered the Holy Shield.

An amalgamation of countless dark green skulls emerged from the tornado of dark green clouds, dragging long smoke-like trails, crashing toward the fortress.

With a resounding boom, they struck the Holy Shield, exploding.

More skulls crashed down, shaking the entire shield like rippling waves on water, causing the soldiers beneath to sway with emotions.

"Quick, replenish with magic power!"

At the bishop's heed, casters with magic channeled their power into the crystals nearest to them.

The ripples began to weaken.

Finally, they seemed to exhale in relief.

"Master, something has already attached to the enemy fortress gate."

Yoyo, beside Kane, suddenly spoke to remind them.

Upon hearing Yoyo, attention immediately shifted to the section of the gate.

On the wide gate, the golden Rune's color swiftly dimmed.

A pool of dark green liquid had secretly adhered to the fortress gate from the ground while everyone's attention was on the sky.

Even Kane and his team hadn't noticed the condition at the gate.

A sharp sound suddenly pierced the battlefield.

Its piercing intensity made Kane's group furrow their brows despite being furthest from the battlefield.

Silvers in the guild covered their ears.

With the sharp sound, they noticed the gate suddenly vanish; the dark green liquid that clung to it also disappeared.

"Boom!"

Green explosive flames erupted from the vanished gate.

With the violent explosion, the surrounding walls broke and fell away.

A massive hole emerged in the fortress's center, revealing its interior scene entirely.

The destroyed gate and explosion overturned all surrounding defenses.

"Attack!"

The lich, half-sat on the war wagon, gripped his magic staff tightly to prevent collapse.

Issued the command to attack.

All Undead surged like tides, pouring into the breach.

"Ha, ka-ka-ha-ha-ha, ka-ka."

Devoid of magic power, the lich laughed triumphantly into the heavens.

The voice revealed the pleasure of his successful plot.

A simple yet utterly effective tactic.