The souls of the orcs were drawn involuntarily towards the center of the magic circle, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale.

It merged into a huge, purplish-black vortex that appeared out of nowhere and was slowly rotating, composed of pure death energy!

The vortex, like a greedy maw, frantically devoured the dissipating resentment of the dead and the fresh souls on the battlefield.

Its chilling, deathly, and nauseating aura expanded rapidly, even briefly suppressing the raging fighting spirit and blazing holy light on the battlefield!

"The Enlightenment Society! Damn it! Those rats in the gutter! They're definitely no good!"

High in the sky, the cold shaman who was locked in combat with Ferdinand let out a sharp shriek, his voice filled with the fury of being tricked and a hint of fear.

He recognized the aura of the magic array!

This magic circle was popular among the orcs for a period of time.

The reason why there are so many places where death energy gathers on the Lor Swamp is because some tribes of orcs learned this magic array and used it on the battlefield.

Then the orcs lost the value of defending the rich Lor Marshland after that.

It was only after that that the orcs realized that the 'traitors' who appeared to have human faces and joined them actually harbored ulterior motives towards them as well!

Therefore, the orc royal family finally ordered the orcs to sever ties with the Rotten Vine Alliance, which was secretly controlled by the Enlightenment Society.

Even so, the disgusting formations of the Enlightenment Society still circulate in the Lor Swamp.

Harrington and Earl Ferdinand's expressions also changed drastically.

They finally understood that the weakening of magic they had felt after entering the Blackwater Shore area was not due to the environment, but rather because this evil magic circle was secretly drawing power from them!

But now, it has gone from lying in wait to reaping profits with unbridled ruthlessness!

Mark's squad, located on the edge of the shaman's position, also felt that terrifying suction force.

The light emanating from Kyle's body fluctuated violently, and Ruby's golden-black dragon flames also wavered.

Anna and Monica turned pale; the soul-pulling force made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Watch out! It's soul extraction!"

Kyle gave a stern warning, and the golden cross in his hand suddenly slammed to the ground, forming a golden hemispherical domain centered on him.

The domain struggled against the invisible suction force, protecting all its teammates.

Fortunately, the Enlightenment Society's magic array seemed to be particularly effective on people with weak physical conditions. Mark and the others only felt uncomfortable for a moment when the array was activated, and then they returned to normal.

The orcs are currently in disarray and seem to have lost the ability to continue pursuing Elliot.

It seems they can take this opportunity to evacuate as well.

But how could they possibly evacuate so easily when they were already in the middle of the battlefield?

The moment the massive vortex of souls formed, ghostly figures quietly emerged from the shadowy areas shrouded in necromantic fog and smoke on the outskirts of the battlefield.

They wore uniform, strangely made dark gray cloaks, the hoods covering most of their faces, revealing only pale chins and eyes that gleamed with a cold, inhuman light.

Swift and silent, like the most skilled reapers, they pounced on the orc corpses, which contained the remnants of life essence left behind after their souls had been extracted.

The harvesters of the Enlightenment Society have finally revealed themselves at this most bountiful moment!

They placed their hands on the orc corpses, and then their arms rapidly melted into a grayish-white fluid that enveloped the bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse convulsed violently and stood up, its skin ashen and its eyes vacant, transforming into a new gray-clad puppet that lunged at the still-astonished living orc beside it!

"Ugh... Gul'dan! It's me! No..."

A severely wounded orc warrior watched helplessly as his former comrade, now transformed, lunged at him, roaring as he ripped open his throat with his claws, spewing out a torrent of foul blood.

A plague-like gray, like a turbid wave, spread wildly from the center of the battlefield toward the remaining orc warriors.

Ordinary chopping and hacking can only temporarily slow down the movements of these puppets. Unless they are completely crushed, they will continue to drag their remains around, tearing and scratching.

Even more terrifying is that the orcs killed or severely wounded by them will soon rejoin their ranks, enveloped in the grayish-white fluid!

"Roar—! Crush these maggots that blaspheme our ancestors!" High in the sky, General Kargath's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

He withstood Harrington's blazing sword light, his shoulder armor shattered and blood gushing out, but he used the recoil to forcefully break free from the high-altitude battlefield and plunged down with towering flames!

The massive battle axe tore through the air, slashing down with legendary power at a group of gray-clad men who were transforming!

boom--!

A dark red light exploded, and the violent shockwave shattered dozens of gray-clad puppets, along with their transforming corpses, into a shower of flying bone fragments and mangled flesh!

A deep scorch mark was plowed into the ground.

However, Kargas showed no joy; instead, he looked even uglier.

The legendary magic power that escaped from that destructive energy torrent was greedily absorbed by the remaining purplish-black magic array on the ground!

The puppets that were completely shattered did not shed a single drop of blood; only grayish-white dust drifted away in the wind.

Further away, more gray shadows continued to transform and spread tirelessly, seemingly endless.

"Use Legion Shock spell! Gather the power of all the shamans! They fear powerful magic!" Kargath roared, reminding the remaining troops.

He swung his axe again, this time with a highly concentrated, legendary magic power imbued with divine might condensed on the blade.

With a single strike, the gray-clad figures in the fan-shaped area in front, along with the magic array patterns on the ground, were completely annihilated and turned into nothingness.

However, the result was enormous consumption, which was far from enough.

The gray tide spread across the entire battlefield at a speed far exceeding the speed at which he annihilated the enemy.

An ordinary orc warrior's attack, unless imbued with the magic of an orc warrior's full-force strike or infused with totemic power, is simply unable to completely destroy these painless and fearless puppets.

Often, when they kill one puppet, they may be attacked by several puppets at the same time.

Kargath's heart bled as he watched his precious orc warriors fall and be transformed like harvested wheat.

His bloodshot eyes swept across the chaotic battlefield, and in his despair, he suddenly caught sight of two unusual lights.

Originally, it was within the shamanic warband's territory.

Kyle, in his avatar "Statue of Judgment," wielded a massive lightsaber. Wherever the holy light of judgment passed, the gray-clad golems melted away like ice and snow, completely purified and dissipated by the power containing divine will.

Ruby was enveloped in golden-black flames of incineration. Any puppet that came into contact with them was instantly burned to ashes, without even a chance to transform!

Holy Light!

Only the power of holy light, which contains the origin of order and restrains the undead and chaos, can effectively curb this gray plague!