The black mist rose and spread to Roger and the explorer's waists.

"Get up, my servant." Fallen Rogmorena shouted loudly, her voice echoing throughout the bone burial land.

Countless crows flew into the sky, circling the clouds and sun.

The earth shook, and countless bleak hands and bones stretched out from the ground, making cracking sounds. The earth seemed to be torn apart, and the skeleton stood up from it and rushed towards the fresh flesh and blood.

Peggy quickly pulled out a bottle of silver liquid from her belt, which was the Sun Holy Water used for combat. She sprinkled the holy water without hesitation, forming an arc-shaped silver blade in front of her.

The holy water fell on the skeleton, making a sizzling sound, and the air was filled with the stinking smell of bones.

The holy water fell on the ground, and wisps of blue smoke came out of the polluted land, but the color did not change at all.

This land has been completely defiled.

"Run!" shouted Paige.

It was too late, more skeletons and zombies emerged from behind the two teams.

The team quickly changed its formation, consisting of shield armored soldiers and spear soldiers forming the inner encirclement, with the core being archers. The strong righteous military preparations blocked the first round of attacks of the skeleton soldiers, but the way back was completely blocked by skeletons and corpses.

Paige hit hard, shattering the skeletons that rushed up, and saw other fallen Rogers wandering outside the shadows.

Riots came one after another, and the soldiers killed skeletons and zombies and moved outwards. Every step they took had to put in great effort, because these evil products seemed endless.

The skeletons made a crackling sound of joints colliding, and rushed towards the warrior without fear, without hesitation even if they were chopped to pieces.

The zombies made a vague groin sound like sticky phlegm and grabbed the shield. Justice and martial arts blocked their claws, and at the same time gave the spear warrior a chance to stab their bodies with one shot. The power of light burst out in the evil bodies, defeating the gathering of the power of the undead.

The zombies quickly turned into a pool of mud and merged into the soil.

The battle circle composed of soldiers slowly moved to the outside, with hundreds of meters a distance of like a natural barrier.

The Fallen Rogge began to shoot arrows. They were excellent warriors during their lifetime, and they gained more powerful strength after corruption.

Every Fallen Rogue outside the Blood Crow has the strength of Sequence 6. Even if it appears alone, it will cause a headache for the Rogues, not to mention that this is the Fallen Rogue's lair. For thousands of years, all the Rogues who died in battle have been transported back here as much as possible, and this is why this place is called the Bone Burial Land.

While blocking the skeleton zombies, the warriors also blocked the flying arrows, and the power of these flying arrows is enough to repel people.

"ah!"

A soldier exposed his body when he blocked the flying arrow and was slashed by a rust-covered scimitar. The scimitar cut his abdomen horizontally, and his intestines were about to flow out.

The warrior behind him pulled him to the ground and dragged him into the center of the circular formation. The shield armored warriors around him quickly filled in and blocked the gap.

Green Blanche breathed deeply and tried hard to calm herself down. She finally understood the saint's painstaking efforts. If it weren't for the saint's persistence and strength, she wouldn't know how to face such a large wound, and she wouldn't be able to tell the severity of the injury.

"It doesn't matter! It didn't hurt the intestines!" Green loudly comforted the wounded, and also comforted himself. The nun who was on the battlefield for the first time shouted: "Prince, anesthesia!"

Rutherford Cook finally came back from his fear, squatted down, and cast an [anthocyanidation] on the injured soldier. Seeing the warrior relaxed significantly, a sense of accomplishment ignited in his heart, but then he thought that he would most likely die here today, and he suddenly fell into a trough.

The priest knelt down and asked his servant Santis to take out four candles, insert them in four corners, and start chanting silently:

“The Guardian on the High Platform of Light Cloud;

Kind and righteous comrades;

The champion of order.

I beg you to respond to my prayer…”

Green did not respect the priest who could only pray. Fortunately, after using the magic, his role was completed. The injured warrior slowly opened his eyes and tried hard to sit up, but was pressed down by the nun's sister:

"Don't move, I'll help you sew the wound."

Green found that his movements were calm and he was extremely skillful in threading needles. His nervous mood was thrown behind him, and his only thought was to save lives and help the wounded and let the soldiers leave here alive.

Whoosh!

A sound arrow stabbed Sister Green's mind, and she felt an ominous feeling.

ah!

After screaming, a soldier fell to the ground with a slam.

The arrow pierced his neck, broke his cervical vertebrae, folding his head into a strange shape, and his eyes quickly lost their focus, leaving no longer the breath of life.

Green took a deep breath, held the needle device in his hand, stabbed the elbow needle into the skin, and used the continuous edge-locking suture method. She remembered that the saint said that this suture could quickly stop bleeding. It seemed that the saint said something else at that time, but Green felt that stopping bleeding and preventing the wound from bursting are the most important thing. Everything can be returned and waited for the saint to reprocess it.

"Hey, you, help him up! Keep up!" Green quickly sewed the wound and asked Santis to come and help the warrior up.

Santis then realized that he had held the stick tightly for a long time without any movement. He quickly leaned over and raised the wounded and shouted to the master who was still praying: "Master, get up and give it a hand, it is more useful than praying."

Rutherford Cook ignored Santis's shouts at all, and still recited the prayer repeatedly, hoping for the saint's response. He did not doubt that the saint could not hear the prayer in this world, but only thought that his heart was not calm enough and could not spread his voice.

The Depraved Rogge accelerated the speed of shooting arrows, and two warriors were taken to life.

Immediately afterwards, another shield warrior was stabbed into the abdominal cavity by the zombie's sharp claws.

The shield warrior was frightened to find that the zombie had his intestines hanging in his hand, and lost his mind. He chased after him two steps and threw himself forward. No one could pull him back.

The injured soldier lived up to Green's treatment, picked up a crossbow, aimed, pulled the trigger, and joined the battle again.

The defense circle shrank again, and a shield soldier was stabbed into the liver by a skeleton soldier. Fortunately, he was pulled back into the round formation by his comrades.

Green covered his wound with his hands, and the blood was still flowing out.

"Prince! Healing!"

Green knew that the liver was below and he did not have the ability to suture the internal organs.

Rutherford opened his eyes and saw that the injured person's eyes had lost their luster and could no longer feel any signs of life. He shook his head slightly and immersed in prayer again.

Green wiped his tears and his whole face was stained with blood. She had no time to be sad because another soldier retreated due to injury. Fortunately, a bone sword pierced his thigh, pierced from the front and out of the back, and luckily avoided the femoral artery.

Green held the bone sword nervously, outlining the muscle tissue and blood vessels under the injured part in his mind, and found himself frustrated that he had no confidence to pull the bone sword out. As long as he was not careful, the bone sword would cut off the warrior's artery. That would be the biggest tragedy. The warrior did not die at the hands of the enemy, but at his own hands.
Chapter completed!