The sky was cloudless.
The moonlight shone on the earth like a veil.
From the visual angle, it was no less than the early morning. If they used the color difference, they could see even further!
Thus, Kant and the rest discovered that on the horizon far away, a group of figures were moving forward in a long line. Although they could not see clearly, they could vaguely make out that they were a marching group.
Moreover, according to their identification, they did not look like tall creatures like Jackalans.
Instead, they looked like…
Humans!
How could there be humans in the depths of the Nahrin Desert.
Kant was puzzled by this.
However, thinking about the so-called Golden Holy City, the so-called ancient survivors, and the so-called descendants of the gods, Kant felt slightly relieved. After all, even the abyssal demons could survive for ten thousand years, it was not impossible for the descendants of the gods to survive.
The power of the gods was omnipotent in the myths. They could even turn the world upside down. They were powerful creatures that controlled the laws of time. They could even create the Earth and the environment. Their power was extremely terrifying.
This was unimaginable in the age of chaos.
But they still needed to be cautious.
Who knew if the gods who survived after ten thousand years were friends or enemies?
Just by looking at the abyssal demons and the descendants of the gods who didn't seem to put humans in their eyes, even if they were friends, they wouldn't be any better.
Would the former rich man be friends with the slave who cleaned the toilet in his villa?
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"Get ready for battle."
Kant took a deep breath and ordered in a low voice, "Let's go and take a look first. It would be best if we can communicate with them. If we can't, then kill them!", a fierce light appeared in his eyes
"Yes!", the knights answered.
"Let's go!"
Kant gently knocked the horse's belly and urged it forward.
So what if they were the gods in the past? This was not the era of the gods in the past.
Since they had already fallen and could be killed by conventional weapons, they better to give up humbly. Otherwise, Kant would not mind a massacre to maintain his rule. He would let these so-called gods see who the master of this era was.
At the very least, Nahrin Desert belonged to Kant!
"Something's not right."
The mage apprentices reminded him, "I keep feeling that there's a bit of coldness in this chaotic element...", after a pause, they wrapped themselves in leather clothes, they shook their heads and added, "Perhaps it's because we're too cold, but I think it's best to be careful."
"Of course, we have to be careful.", Kant frowned and waved his hand forward.
Thirty Swadian Royal Knights were in front, and twenty Sarleon Lion Knights were at the back.
They surrounded Kant and the five mage apprentices and sped up the pace of the warhorse they were riding towards the horizon. They also tried their best to slow down the sound of their warhorse's hooves and reduce the noise.
However, just the hooves of these warhorse's hooves stepping heavily on the sand layer, the sound was not too soft.
The plains could not hide their figures.
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At least compared to more than 50 heavy-armored cavalries charging over aggressively, it was as terrifying as a flood. This kind of gentle approach was more reassuring and more trustworthy.
At the same time, it could show off one's martial prowess.
The distance was getting closer.
Kant's expression was slightly solemn.
On the horizon, the group of figures moving forward seemed as if they did not see them and did not hear any sound. They were still moving forward. From afar, one could vaguely see the pale-yellow robe and hood on their heads, it was extremely eye-catching under the moonlight, adding a bit of strangeness to it!
The galloping sound of 55 warhorses was definitely not quiet at all.
Ordinary people could have heard it long ago.
They might be able to ignore it, but at the very least, they had to turn their heads to look at the source of the sound. However, not only did the figures in the formation in front not look back, but they were also still walking forward, towards the depths of the desert.
It was like a group of people worshipping, yearning for the sacredness in their hearts.
"Something's wrong!"
The mage apprentice beside Kant suddenly spoke.
Looking at the group of people getting closer and closer, he gulped, his voice trembling. "No, no, this feeling is extremely cold. It's coming from them, it's them!"
"What is it?", Kant frowned and berated in a deep voice. "Be careful!"
"Undead!"
The mage apprentices only had time to shout out this word.
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A strange cold aura was immediately transmitted, but the royal knights at the front seemed to have noticed something. They were especially shocked and pulled the reins, shouting loudly, "Stop moving forward! The opponent is not human!"
"Hu --"
The warning of pulling the reins and making the warhorses under them stop advancing was immediately transmitted over.
However, it was right in front of them.
The long row of undead that were originally densely packed in an orderly formation seemed to have been disturbed. All of them suddenly stopped advancing. Their pale-yellow hoods and robes swayed slightly. Hundreds of people stood still on the spot.
Then, they turned around. Flickering faint blue flames flickered in their eyes.
With a hatred for the living, they opened their chins, which were only left with the bones, and let out a silent roar!
"Undead!"
Kant also gritted his teeth.
His eyes widened, and everyone's eyes widened.
There was also the mage apprentice, who couldn't help but say, "Those are the undead! They're already dead, and their obsession made them repeat what they did when they died. Now that they're resurrected, they can't be treated as living creatures at all. They're no longer human!"
His words were almost incomplete, and his vocabulary was full of flaws.
He spoke without thinking!
However, everyone understood what the mage apprentice meant.
The enemy in front of them was not a human!
That pale yellow hood and robe were clearly golden clothes that had been broken as the time flowed. In the cracks on the edges, one could still see the pale skeleton inside.
There was also a blue ghostly flame dancing in the eye sockets.
The entire skull looked extremely terrifying.
It really looked like the skeleton had been resurrected and was staring at Kant and the others in a daze. The blue soul flame in the eye sockets began to burn more and more intensely, as if the emotions were becoming more and more intense, with hatred towards the living. They began to slowly step forward, reaching out their hands and pouncing over!
There were more than a hundred of them. More than a hundred skeletons were stretching out their hands towards Kant and the others. Under the moonlight, they moved their skeleton legs slowly. It was as if they wanted to swallow any living thing alive!
This was the most basic hatred of the undead towards the living!
"Finish them!"
Kant directly pulled out the Sword of King from the sheath on his waist.
Golden light immediately burst out from the gilded gold ornaments. The aura of a king instantly flowed, causing the surrounding coldness to dissipate. It shocked the group of white skeletons, causing them to suddenly stop in their tracks.
"The positive energy has a dispelling effect on the negative energy!"
The mage apprentices explained loudly.
Kant raised the corner of his mouth. "So they are afraid of this?"
Looking at the undead skeletons in front of him cowering and not daring to go forward, it was obvious that they were afraid of the golden light from the Sword of King in his hand. Kant's expression instantly became solemn as he ordered in a deep voice, "Kill!"
"Kill --"
The royal knights also let out furious roars.
Their entire bodies exploded with flames that were exactly the same as the Sword of King. Together with their warhorses, they charged forward with a roar!
The royal knights who had been conferred the title from the Sword of King had the innate talent and extraordinary power that belonged to the king's power. They were also variants of positive energy. With the might of a brilliant emperor, they instantly charged into the group of hundreds of skeletons.
It was equivalent to a rampage!
"Crash..."
The skeletons were constantly sent flying by the lances, and then they were chopped into pieces by the longswords.
The golden light on the side of the warhorses was even denser. The skeletons seemed to have received a great impact. The blue soul fire in their eyes could not be maintained, and their entire bodies were scattered.
The blue soul fire also began to dissipate in the eye sockets.
They were like rotten weeds!
Just the 30 Swadian Royal Knights alone could easily slaughter hundreds of undead skeletons!
Meanwhile, the 20 Sarleon Lion Knights clustered around Kant and the mage apprentices. Balls of blood-red lion-shaped flames formed around them. Each of them had a cold look on their faces. They held the silver greatsword in their hands and carefully guarded their surroundings.
Some of the undead skeleton that were close to them were easily turned into piles of bone by the blood-red light.
"So weak."
Kant spoke with a calm tone.
The battle had been declared over in a short period of time.
All the skeletons had turned into pale bones, as if they had been scattered for tens of thousands of years. Their color even began to darken, turning into a pale gray appearance.
"Your knights are too strong."
The mage apprentices complimented, "These are just low-level undead skeletons."
"Too strong? That's right."
Kant nodded. This was also the truth.
Whether it was movies or games in his previous life, only the undead that looked like skeletons were the lowest level existences. They were simply not a match for the strongest level 6 knights who had grasped extraordinary powers.
In fact, according to his perception, even an ordinary peasant could kill a few skeletons with a long scythe.
They were very weak indeed.
They were so weak that even if they formed an advantage in numbers, they could not pose a threat.
"Continue to move forward."
Kant raised his head to look at the stars and the moonlight in the sky. He said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"
The horseshoes behind him started to form and the knights immediately followed.
The appearance of these undead skeletons had already turned the bad feeling in Kant's heart into reality. If there were no problems in the depths of the desert, then these undead skeletons would definitely not have appeared.
After all, a few months ago, the expedition army of the Kingdom of Gray Mane had never discovered these skeletons!
"That sandstorm."
Kant gritted his teeth.
In his heart, he had already guessed the truth of the matter.
Just after that sandstorm, demons appeared in the ancient passage, and undead appeared in the depths of the Nahrin Desert. If there was no connection between them, he would definitely not believe it!
Taking a deep breath, Kant's heart was somewhat solemn.
However, so what if they were undead.
At the very least, the 55 elites he brought along this time, even when they faced thousands of similar undead skeletons, they would still be able to charge through the sea of skeletons and open up a bloody path. This was the confidence of the elite troops!
However, Kant still felt slightly uneasy.
Looking at the depths of the desert in front of him, he subconsciously tightened his grip on the reins. "What exactly is there?"
