The 71st day of the first year of the Holy Light era.

Sheena led her undead army in a sweeping advance.

Dozens of villages along the way fell, and by the time the army reached the walls of Gale City, more than 2 million soldiers had gathered.

Despite the presence of many inferior skeletons among them, the entire city's garrison trembled uncontrollably as they surged forth like a vast ocean.

This is the headquarters of the Gale Temple, possessing a magical defense system even more advanced than that of Ironwall City.

But the four-colored halo covering the entire city did not give the defenders any confidence.

Everyone knows that there is a super strong undead who broke through the Keples-level magic defense system with four arrows. Even if the ones here are stronger, how many more arrows can they withstand?

A priest from the Temple of Gale, steeling himself, flew forward and shouted, "Honorable undead powerhouse, Lord Gale proposes that the destruction caused by the god-level powerhouse is too great. He hopes you will refrain from personally intervening. In exchange, Lord Gale will not..."

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, the bowstring vibrated, and a black arrow pierced the opponent's chest.

Sheena continued to nock her bow with a blank expression, aiming at the magical defense system above the city.

That's hilarious.

So what if you're a coward? You dare to show yourself and see if the Emperor's "instant death" will finish you off in an instant.

As for causing too much destruction, is that something the undead need to consider? It just gives those opportunistic birdmen something to do.

Whoosh whoosh!

Eighteen arrows pierced the four-colored halo in succession, cutting open wounds.

The Final Spirit Arrow Formation is activated.

The next second, the deathly aura from all directions merged into one, a mysterious magic circle appeared, and 1,800 energy arrows appeared out of thin air. In an instant, the arrow energy crisscrossed, and the magic defense system, which was personally designed by the God of Gale, shattered in response.

"kill!"

With a cold snort, three bone dragons carrying a large group of elite skeleton archers flew towards the city wall. The barrage of arrows, combined with the advanced dragon breath, instantly suppressed the defenders on the city wall.

At the summoning of the skeleton mage, countless fallen corpses rose up as skeletons, and in an instant, chaos erupted on the city walls.

Meanwhile, some diamond-level temple experts gritted their teeth and flew up to try and stop the bone dragon.

However, they were either directly controlled by Sheena or died by her arrows, without any power to fight back.

It should be noted that most lower-level gods have a rating of only 100,000 to 200,000. Even with the blessing of faith, their power does not exceed 300,000 rating. However, Sheena has a rating of over 300,000 even without the blessing of military orders. How could these demigods possibly stop her?

Soon, the city gates fell, and the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Faced with an overwhelming army of undead, defeat was only a matter of time.

Meanwhile, the city was not in as much chaos as one might expect.

After several days of follow-up reports by a new media outlet, "Holy Light Daily," ordinary people are no longer so afraid of the dead.

Some of them gathered toward the temple of the Church of Holy Light, holding up sacred texts.

Some devout believers don't even bother to close the door and start reciting scriptures directly at home.

As expected, the undead that stormed into the city ignored these people and headed straight for the branch temples of the seven great temples.

Among them, a temple in the center of the city was particularly luxurious and tall; it was the main temple of the Gale Temple.

At Sheena's behest, the giant eagle and the golden rat leading the attack deliberately did not send any high-level units, but instead let the lowest-level skeleton soldiers cut all the magic runes apart one by one.

"Great Wind God, unleash your divine power and destroy these undead!"

"I beseech the god of wind to have mercy and save your devout followers."

One by one, the temple priests prayed desperately before the statue of the god.

But the God of Gale seemed to be asleep, and did not appear even after the skeleton soldiers had slowly scraped the statue to pieces.

"I think we should call him Turtle God, he's really as timid as a rabbit," the golden rat scoffed.

“That makes sense, Brother Rat is right.” The giant eagle nodded in deep agreement.

At this moment, high in the clouds, the God of Gale, who had witnessed his temple being smashed, was furious.

"Damn it, how dare two mere Gold-level magical beasts offend me like this! And that damned Chongshan God, he said he would make them both suffer heavy losses, but in the end, only our people died!"

A violent wind element gradually gathered around him, and a powerful wind spell was about to take shape.

But then, several black arrows pierced the air, interrupting the spellcasting.

However, it was Sheena who sensed his location through the abnormal gathering of wind elements.

Upon seeing the undead girl riding a demigod dragon, Gale God suddenly came to his senses.

He quickly activated the wind element law, turned around and ran, disappearing into the horizon.

"You run pretty fast." Sheena stopped, looking displeased.

After all, it is a god who has mastered the laws of wind and is best at escaping. It is not something that the useless Poison Dragon King can catch up with.

She glanced around Gale City; the battle was basically over, leaving only those annoying humans tainted by the aura of holy light.

"What a bunch of cowards. Oh well, there are still so many other places to have fun."

Sheena took a candy bead and put it in her mouth. She immediately felt calmer and commanded the undead army to retreat from Gale City.

"Let's go, next city."

......

On the 73rd day of the first year of the Holy Light, the army of the undead besieged Xuanbing City. Seven hours later, the city fell, the main hall of the Xuanbing Temple was destroyed, and the Xuanbing God never appeared.

On the 75th day of the first year of the Holy Light, the Temple of the Seven Gods sent an envoy to initiate peace talks with the army of the dead, but he was turned into an ally by Sheena's arrow.

On the 76th day of the first year of the Holy Light, the few gods who could no longer hold on finally decided to ask the Northland Alliance for help.

After learning that their opponent was a powerful undead and that the Abyss Passage of the Duchy of Hilank had been taken over by the Church of Holy Light, the Northland Alliance unexpectedly stated that this was an internal conflict within the Duchy and that the Alliance should not interfere.

On the 81st day of the first year of the Holy Light, the cities of Leimang, Xinghuo, Chaohai, and Jumu fell one after another. The main temples of each city were destroyed, and faith was severely damaged. However, no deities appeared during this period.

On the 82nd day of the first year of the Holy Light, the undead army, which had grown to a staggering 5 million, headed towards the last city of the Seven Temples, Chongshan City.

But this time, the Seven Gods Temple actually stood up bravely.

Instead of fleeing or defending the city, they concentrated all their forces, stationed their troops on a vast plain outside Chongshan City, and sent men to challenge the undead.

"It seems they intend to concentrate their forces for a decisive battle."

Jiang Yan and Xi Na, who had rushed back to the front lines, stood one after the other on the dragon's head, gazing at the distant army.

"There are so few people left, how can they be qualified for a final battle? They're probably plotting something." Sheena chuckled. "Why don't we just bypass them and steal their house?"

"Forget it. It's rare for them to gather together to die. If we just raid their base, they'll probably run away." Jiang Yan shook his head after thinking for a moment.

It's too troublesome to have such a group of people hiding in the shadows; it's better to deal with them all at once.

The realm of the dead is not afraid of conspiracies.