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"I said 'even an hour or two'."

"That's not the sentence, go ahead."

"It would be nice if it dawned earlier."

Matthew clapped his hands hard and said loudly: "Yes, we can make the sunrise earlier."

"Matthew!"

Diana glared at Matthew with some dissatisfaction and said angrily:

"My dear, you told me about the rotation and revolution of the planet. Have you forgotten it yourself?"

"Every day has 24 hours, and each month has 28-31 days. The times of sunrise and sunset gradually change with the seasons. The days are longer in summer and shorter in winter."

"You also told me to respect science! Why don't you follow it yourself?"

Matthew smiled and said, "Honey, you have such a good memory."

"Don't try to fool me. Tell me how to make it dawn earlier."

Matthew snapped his fingers, suppressed his smile and said softly: "It's very simple, holy light, amplification magic circle and lighting magic."

Diana understood what Matthew meant.

The undead, like rabies, cannot see the light of day.

As long as the amplification magic circle is used to amplify the lighting magic mixed with sacred energy, the area around the cathedral can be turned into daylight in advance.

Among the undead army, there are some who are not afraid of light, and there are also those who start to fidget as soon as they see light and water.

In any case, lighting up the Great Temple can greatly weaken the enemy's combat effectiveness.

Matthew had fallen into a misunderstanding before, and all he could think about was how to defeat the enemy head-on on the battlefield.

All combat plans are formulated according to this way of thinking.

But now it's different.

Who said you must use curse skills to weaken enemies?

As long as it is used properly, Holy Light can also make enemies frightened.

So, at four o'clock in the morning, a pillar of holy light lit up within the Great Cathedral.

This beam of light soared into the sky, reaching straight into the sky.

Such exaggerated lighting magic consumes a lot of magic power.

Filling the magic circle with holy light, Diana carefully adjusted the range and brightness of the light beam, and finally found a balance point that could maintain brightness until dawn.

Diana consumed 70% of her mana and finally lit up the entire Great Temple.

It's four o'clock in the morning in Verona and everything is silent.

The originally bustling street was deserted due to the curfew.

At this quiet moment, groups of undead armies set off from their bases and headed for the Great Cathedral.

Didier knew that he was now in danger of death, so naturally he was determined to fight for his life.

In order to ensure sufficient troops, he arranged to transfer soldiers guarding each block to participate in the operation.

When this large army was assembled and surrounded the Great Cathedral from all directions as planned, the sky suddenly lit up.

The Paigu people looked at this magical sight with their mouths open, and they were all a little afraid.

Fear of the Holy Light is a memory engraved in the bones of negative beings.

No matter it is the giant skeleton dragon or the weakest skeleton soldier, they are all afraid.

Didier looked at the pillar of holy light rising into the sky, and was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

His face was livid, his hands clenched, and he loudly issued a general attack.

Since a sneak attack fails, the only option is to attack by force.

Whether the Seven Lords of the Land of Hope can come to this world is his main task.

As long as the main mission is accomplished, no matter how much sacrifice you make, it will be worth it.

Even at the expense of his own life!

Chapter 311 Where do the reinforcements come from?

The undead have no morale.

Because most low-level undead have no thoughts of their own, they only know how to act according to orders.

If you don’t even have independent thinking, how can you have morale?

Without morale, there will be no fighting power beyond oneself, but it will not be impossible to perform at normal levels.

This is the Army of the Undead.

How effective they can be is basically determined before the battle begins.

The only variable depends on the undead commander.

If it were Didier back then, there would be no need to fight this battle.

After three days of separation, everyone was treated with admiration. Didier is no longer the stupid young man he used to be.

He stood on a high tower overlooking the city, and seemed to have everything under control.

Yes, Matthew is indeed very powerful. His appearance delayed the fall of the Great Temple, but it was only a delay.

These days, the necromancers under his command have been busy day and night, finally dividing the [-] imperial guards and quietly completing the execution, transformation, and reorganization.

These [-] troops were once the Imperial Guards, but they abandoned their duties and ultimately paid the price.

Although the price is a bit too heavy.

Although there are less than 5 people in the Black and Gold Army, with the addition of these [-] new troops, Didier is more confident in victory.

The 5 men of the Black Gold Legion are indeed very powerful in combat, but fishing in troubled waters like this and an army that is not at all united is of no use.

After the previous fierce battle, the hatred between the Dragon Clan and Matthew has reached the point where it will never end, and there is no room for reconciliation between the two sides.

Those who are still in the imperial capital are all his loyal allies, and there are no wavers like Heijin.

As for Mr. Black Gold, he can leave, but he will never want to return to the Sauron Islands.

Although Didier did not object to Mr. Heijing's departure in person, Heijing's blatant contradiction had already angered him.

He arranged for Mr. Black Gold to be a super-level sixth-level shadow assassin.

Super strong people and above have extremely strong perception of the environment, and trying to sneak attack on super strong people is tantamount to wishful thinking.

But the world is full of wonders, and there are always some special races that can break through the general understanding.

Shadow Assassins are such a race.

Strictly speaking, not only are they not immortals, they are not even flesh and blood in the traditional sense.

Shadow assassins come from the phantom clan, and they have two states: physical and ethereal.

The shadow assassin in the ethereal state can shuttle in the light, invisible and intangible, appearing in front of the target like air, and succeeding with one strike.

Even a strong man who has just stepped into the realm of demigods may be killed if he is not prepared.

Ordinary super strong men can't stop their assassination.

Didier put the Shadow Killer into the hunt for Black Gold in order to make Black Gold die quietly.

As long as there is no evidence, nothing happens.

Even if he was suspected of committing the crime, he could deny it loudly.

No one can live well after offending him, no one!

The sparkling light in Didier's eyes changed from cyan to red, which was a sign of cold-blooded killing.

He would carry out a ruthless killing spree that would cover the entire city and even the entire empire.

By capturing the Great Temple, he could reverse the unfavorable situation and completely change the situation of the war.

When the Seven Lords come, this place will become a new pasture, and all living people will die!

ally?

Didier looked at Mengdan, Nessar and others with a bit more contempt on their expressions.

Do these idiots really think that the living and the undead can coexist?

They must know this, they just want to use his power to eradicate the scourge Matthew is.

But they are so arrogant.

If they want to use him, do they have the strength?

The corners of Didier's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

The gods of the divine realm must pay the price.

Take the Ediacara plane, cut off the roots of the World Tree, and make the God Realm lose its support.

Of course Didier knew about the existence of mass extinction, but he didn't care. In fact, every high-level undead with the ability to think independently didn't care.

They have all become undead, do they still care about this?

They wish it was the end of the world now so they could take everyone with them to death.

Didier could not accept that he had turned into a monster, neither human nor ghost, while others lived well.

So let’s come down and die together!

Didier raised the long black knife in his hand, pointing the blade directly at the Great Cathedral.

The horn of war has sounded, and no one can escape.

He counted the time and waited for the first good news.

If he counts correctly, it won't be long before the Shadow Assassin returns.

If you want to find out the Shadow Assassin, you need at least the strength of peak demigod or even true god level, and Mr. Black Gold just used a special method to become a super-level, and there is no possibility of progress. How can he stop this waste.

So, Black Gold is dead.

Unless some true god comes to help.

But how is this possible.

There are indeed true gods in this world, but they honestly hid after the two Ragnaroks.

As long as no one makes trouble for them, they will never take the initiative to cause trouble.

For these gods, survival is the first priority.

Since no god came to help, Black Gold was naturally dead.

Didier did not waste time on this matter, but focused his attention on the frontal battlefield.

The battle to attack the Great Cathedral started simultaneously from all directions outside the Great Cathedral.

Because of the huge gap in the number of soldiers, the Undead Army can do this.

The battle to attack the main entrance was initiated by warriors wearing heavy armor from the Undead Legion.

The iron-skinned zombies with copper skin and iron bones exuded a chilling aura of terror. They let out a low roar from their throats and rushed inward.

The disadvantages of zombies are slow speed and sluggish movements. The advantages are high attack power and strong resistance to hits.

On the battlefield, they are very easy to kite, but in a frontal attack on the city gate, no one is more suitable than them.

Arrows flew like raindrops, accurately hitting the squirming and charging iron zombies, but they did not cause any substantial damage to these damn zombies.

Even though these arrows are attached with sacred damage, they are still unable to cause damage to the iron zombies who have lost their lives long ago and are only moving driven by the breath of death.

If these zombies were alive, they would have fallen long ago.

But they are not, they have no speed, no skills, or even brains, but the death energy in their bodies makes them extremely hard.

Just as the iron zombies broke through the main gate, the horn sounded, and five heavily armored Templars wearing heavy armor and holding heavy hammers came to support.

The common characteristic of these Templars is their strength.