Catheric stood quietly in the forest filled with the smell of blood and corpses.
His body trembled slightly, the red stone on his chest emitted a faint light, and his eyes flashed with an almost crazy fanaticism.
At this moment, the god he had always devoutly worshipped and believed in finally revealed his unparalleled powerful miracles.
I saw a ball of mysterious energy as thick as a dark green gem slowly descending from the sky, like a huge and invisible python, winding and swimming, gradually covering the entire forest.
This ball of gas exudes a suffocating and strange smell. It is cold and gloomy, forming a sharp contrast with the vibrant forest, as if it is the messenger of death coming to the world.
Under the erosion of this dark green gas, the originally green leaves of the surrounding trees began to wither and turn yellow rapidly, and the branches became brittle and easy to break, as if the vitality had been sucked away.
The green grass on the ground gradually lost its luster and turned into pieces of withered yellow hay.
Even the small animals that were originally active in the forest felt this terrible breath and fled in all directions, looking for a safe hiding place.
However, Catheric turned a blind eye to all this. He still stared at the sky blankly, muttering to himself, as if expressing his endless admiration and gratitude to his god.
Under the cover and erosion of this dark green energy, the bodies of the human soldiers who had lost their life and were lying on the ground in disorder began to change.
The flesh and blood on the surface of these corpses seemed to have been splashed with strong acid, and were being rapidly corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The originally bright red muscle tissue gradually turned dull and then took on a strange dark green color, accompanied by bursts of pungent stench.
As time went by, the rotten flesh continued to fall off and eventually disappeared completely, leaving only pale skeletons exposed to the air.
At this moment, the lifeless skeleton lying on the ground actually began to slowly climb up from the cold and hard ground.
Its deep-set eye sockets looked empty.
Suddenly, a ghostly green soul fire flickered in his two eye sockets in an extremely strange way, as if two balls of netherworld flames burning in the darkness, which was creepy.
The sudden revival of this skeleton was like triggering a mysterious mechanism, causing a series of chain reactions.
The rest of the corpses on the ground began to move one after another, struggling to wake up from their deathly slumber.
These once vibrant lives have now turned into zombies, emitting a smell of decay.
Those priests who believed devoutly in the God of Light during their lifetime, although their bodies have passed away, the holy light in their bodies has not completely dissipated with the end of their lives.
When they felt the powerful and evil power of Melkor, the remaining holy light power in their bodies seemed to be ignited, and they instantly burst out with their last energy, fighting against it desperately.
For a moment, two completely different forces collided violently in the air, intertwined, and made a sharp "hissing" sound.
The sound was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue or a demon howling, filling the entire space and making people shudder.
But unfortunately, this power of holy light is only a remnant of afterglow, drifting like a rootless duckweed, lacking continuous support and constant replenishment.
In addition, compared with the vast power of the dead of Melkor, their numbers are just a drop in the ocean and insignificant.
Therefore, after a brief and fierce confrontation, these holy light forces were like a flash in the pan, quickly exhausted all their energy, and finally completely dissipated in this world, leaving only death and darkness.
"Melkor!!"
As the brilliant and powerful holy light gradually dissipated, a faint roar that seemed to come from the sky, like thunder, suddenly penetrated Catheric's ears.
However, in the face of such a deafening roar, Catheric remained calm, as if nothing had happened, and still maintained his calm and nonchalant appearance.
However, only he himself knew that this roar filled with anger and majesty was most likely from the almighty God of Light - Pero.
Pelor, the god of light, great power.
On the vast continent of Faerun, he is undoubtedly one of the small group of gods at the top of the pyramid, and his status and strength are unshakable.
In comparison, Melkor, the god of the dead, pales in comparison. The gap between the two is as huge as heaven and earth, and they are simply incomparable.
However, Catheric said he didn't care at all about all this.
Because the thing he was pursuing so persistently in his heart was something that Pero could never give him.
At this moment, his blazing eyes were fixed on the huge army that was slowly waking up in front of him, and his eyes were burning with endless fanaticism.
This army composed of countless undead was gradually waking up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The breath of death emanating from them filled the air, making people shudder.
"Hahahaha... My undead army has finally taken shape!"
Catherick couldn't contain his excitement and laughed wildly.
The corners of his mouth involuntarily opened up, revealing an extremely greedy smile, as if he had seen the most precious treasure in the world.
Undead!
Countless undead souls!
The number of human troops sent by Baldur's Gate this time is not small.
The mercenary group sent out by Feilongguan Fortress alone has hundreds of people, and with the hundreds of soldiers sent out from the inner city of Baldur's Gate, the army coming to assist this time has reached thousands of people.
Don't underestimate these more than a thousand people, they are all professionals.
With more than a thousand professionals, even Baldur's Gate, which has dominated the Sword Coast for many years, will feel the pain for a while.
"Let's go. Next, we need to replenish some cannon fodder."
With more than a thousand professionals as the backbone, all Catheric needs to do next is to collect more cannon fodder.
The most prominent feature of the Undead Scourge's power is its endless sea of undead.
Under Catheric's control, there was always a large black cloud above the undead army, blocking the sunlight. This was the legendary necromancy spell - the Undead Sky.
Its main function is to turn the covered area into an area suitable for the living of the undead, and it also has a certain degree of autonomous activity.
It is the most suitable magic for migrating the undead army.
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