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Chapter 59 - 59 58 My Heart Yearns for Light_1

59: Chapter 58, My Heart Yearns for Light_1 59: Chapter 58, My Heart Yearns for Light_1 When the skeleton frame met the holy light, two forces of opposing attributes collided, instantly igniting sparks of love.

However, this love came so profoundly and abruptly that the unprepared skeleton warriors were immediately set ablaze.

Half-formed skeletons fell in droves, allowing the allied forces to rapidly advance towards the altar.

The Lord of Skeletons, who was enjoying a feast, was instantly enraged.

“You’re all courting death!”

Along with the roaring anger, the hundred or so skeleton frames on the altar instantly completed their transformation, each emitting a silvery glow.

“Silver Skeletons!”

Knowledgeable nobles immediately recognized them.

The already tense battlefield became even more intense.

It was not the Silver Skeletons that were terrifying, but the Lord of Skeletons who had just roared.

Especially those four skeleton frames radiating a faint golden glow in front of him, which were clearly nearly completed Golden Skeletons.

“Priests, bless us with holy light!”

“Mage Regiment, attack the evil spirits!”

“Knights, charge with me, for the honor of our kingdom, smash this pack of bone chaff …” Earl Piers urgently commanded.

Reason told him there was no room for indecision now.

If they didn’t seize the opportunity to strike while the Lord of Skeletons had just been summoned and his strength was not yet fully recovered, they would inevitably pay a heavy price later.

They were old foes.

For hundreds of years, the Skeleton Society had led a rebellion in the Alpha Kingdom, and the Lord of Skeletons had also been summoned before.

Based on previous experience, Earl Piers was very clear that if this figure wasn’t defeated immediately, Dardiel City would soon be engulfed in a sea of skeletons.

Seeing the detestable holy light approaching, the already enraged Lord of Skeletons couldn’t hold back anymore and charged directly at the priests who had begun the attack with his minions.

Just one step forward, and lightning bolts, wind blades, and fireballs, all hurtled towards him.

The Lord of Skeletons, not yet accustomed to his body, was instantly at a great disadvantage.

His hair and clothes all turned to ashes, and even his flesh became worn and dreadful.

The only thing remaining intact was his skeletal structure.

It was not easy to finally have a physical body, but now he was down to a skeleton frame again, and the Lord of Skeletons was completely enraged.

“Undead Summoning!”

Accompanied by a roar, the originally lying bodies became active, as if they were about to revive.

“It’s not good; he wants to turn all the dead into undead.

Priest Debon, stop…”

Before Earl Piers could finish his sentence, the priests in the allied forces had already acted.

The Great Purification Technique released by dozens of priests covered the entire area.

Under the influence of the purification technique, weaker skeletons instantly collapsed.

More powerful ones also had their strength suppressed.

The prepared paladins, holding the holy water that had been prepared in advance, greeted the skeleton soldiers directly.

It seemed like a chemical reaction.

The hit Skeleton Soldiers burned one after another.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the allied forces nearby naturally seized the opportunity to take the initiative, launching their strongest attacks at the skeleton soldiers.

In an instant, more than ten Silver Skeletons were reduced to bone dust.

Soul fires, now without the protection of skeletal frames, scattered and ran amok trying to escape the area shrouded by holy light.

As the main boss, The Lord of Skeletons naturally experienced the holy water bath.

His in-progress spell of Undead Summoning was also forced to stop half-way.

While he didn’t catch fire, the cracking sound of bone coming from his body was proof enough that the Lord of Skeletons wasn’t in a good state.

Paying no mind to all that, the ambushed Lord of Skeletons immediately grabbed a soul fire and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to use it to mend his injuries.

Unfortunately, while the idea was good, the reality was cold.

No matter how quick the soul fire healed, it couldn’t outpace the attack of the allied forces.

Countless flying spears descended from the sky, covering the Lord of Skeletons.

All of these weapons shared a common property.

They were all blessed with holy light and soaked in holy water for years, giving them a powerful restraining effect on undead creatures.

“We’ve been duped!”

The reaction of the allied forces just now was all staged for his sake, to create a chance to deal a heavy blow to him.

Unfortunately, he fell into the trap.

Realizing this, the Lord of Skeletons immediately had a desire to retreat.

Unfortunately, his retreat would depend on whether the allied forces would allow him to do so.

There was no choice, after all, their rebellion by the Skeleton Society has always failed miserably.

As an old Evil God, he had been summoned on multiple occasions and his weaknesses were well known.

Unfortunately, the Lord of Skeletons was clueless about these problems.

After all, every Soul Splitting descent was a one-way trip; the main body could not receive any information.

Logically, they should have learned their lesson from the numerous failures.

But his innate greed couldn’t resist the lure of offerings.

His repeated summoning and subsequent destructions made him one of the most unfortunate existences in the realm of Evil Gods.

They say “kick a man when he’s down”, but attacking an Evil God in weakness does not demean the nobles’ honor.

On the contrary, to kill an Evil God is the highest glory on the Continent of Aslante.

Even a commoner could be elevated to nobility for killing an Evil God.

It’s the best route for a nobody to rise.

The present Lord of Skeletons might not be his actual self, but the glory of killing a split soul of an Evil God is equally desirable.

Faced with the charging knights, the Lord of Skeletons instantly lost his temper.

Throwing his pride as an Evil God aside, he turned and ran.

His wisdom told him that even if he must fight, he must keep a distance from the detestable priests and magicians.

Otherwise, being surrounded would be too demeaning to an Evil God.

As the big boss fled, the remaining skeleton frames naturally couldn’t resist the pace of the allied forces.

Even the four golden skeletons, subjected to the baptism of Holy Light and Holy Water, were feeble.

The battle entered a chase mode, and the tragic Lord of Skeletons who had managed to escape was subjected to another round of Holy Water baptism.

The Holy Water was splashed on him as though it was worth nothing.

This made the Lord of Skeletons, whose mindset was stuck several hundred years in the past, highly uncomfortable.

In his memory, the Holy Water was very scarce in the material plane and was used sparingly.

A few cups would be considered abundant, unlike now where it was thrown at him by the bucketful.

No one would explain to him the gap between his era and the current one.

What greeted him was the cold knight’s spear and the impending magic attacks.

“I have always been drawn to the light.

Why can’t I…”

Just as the Lord of Skeletons was about to finish his sentence, another overwhelming attack landed.

Clearly, the Allied Forces had no interest in his story.

An evil god is an evil god.

On the Continent of Aslante, the only destiny that awaited them was purification.

Many ants can bite an elephant to death.

Under the shroud of holy light and facing the human sea tactics of the Allied Forces, there was nothing the evil god could do.

The constant shattering of bones and the continuous sizzling sound made the Lord of Skeletons aware of his situation.

“All of you wait!

When I descend again, I will turn your souls into lanterns, to burn in the flames for ten thousand years!”

“Great Curse, Gaze of the Skeleton!”

After the last magic spell was released, the exhausted Lord of Skeletons collapsed, leaving only a pile of scattered bone debris.

The soldiers of the allied forces who took part in the battle all felt uncomfortable, as if they were being watched or marked by someone.

In response to everyone’s doubts, Priest Debon stepped forward and reassured, “Don’t worry, the magic spell released by the evil god at the end is just a marking spell, it won’t directly damage your bodies.

Unless the Lord of Skeletons descends again, this spell is as good as non-existent.”

He spoke lightly, but the reality wasn’t so straightforward.

This was indeed a marking spell, but also a spell to draw hatred.

One would not just be hunted down by the Lord of Skeletons, but would also trigger the hostility of any skeleton they meet, leading to endless hostility.

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