The crimson blade shimmered with the power bestowed by the Army Lord.
A wall of flesh and blood, comprised of a hundred thousand crimson-armored warriors, bolstered by multiple layers of power, held back the pitch-black tide.
The skeletal knights at the forefront could not comprehend what was happening before their eyes. These were, moments ago, humans so weak they could be annihilated in an instant.
Now, they could withstand their charge. This sliver of shock was enough to decide the outcome of the battle.
The soldiers, standing ready, endured the first wave of the charge with their very bodies!
A voice echoed in every warrior's mind:
"Now is the time, swing your blades! Strike!!"
The void beside the warriors' blades rippled subtly, and their bodies moved instinctively.
While the skeletal knights were momentarily stunned, they brought down their blood-red longswords with force!
Boom!
The longswords cut through the wind!
The blades ignited!
The power of starlight emerged from the void, attaching itself precisely to the blade of every warrior's sword.
The incredibly hot blades, in an instant, sliced upwards from bottom to top as if a hot knife cutting through butter!
Sizzle,,,
The skeletal knights at the very front felt the world split in two before their eyes for a fleeting moment.
In the next instant, they plunged into eternal silence!
This scene unfolded in every corner of the crimson Great Wall. Under Chen Luo's ultimate control, the power of starlight attached itself precisely to every single longsword!
Before the crimson Great Wall, blades wreathed in flame slashed down like fiery arcs. The charging skeletal knights, under the attacks infused with Chen Luo's power, were instantly reduced to ashes.
The moment the knights in front were slain, the tide from behind surged forward.
At such speed, the skeletal knights in the rear did not even comprehend what their predecessors had encountered.
But by the time they reached the front and saw those blazing longswords, their world was reduced to eternal darkness.
The Great Yan soldiers, who were waiting in formation behind, were now stunned into silence.
First, a youth with wings on his back suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.
Then, after that youth shouted, a group of armored warriors, who seemed to have stepped out of a historical drama, suddenly appeared before the man.
These crimson-armored warriors carried no high-tech weaponry. In fact, most of them only held a longsword.
It was a joke. Infantry fighting cavalry, and cavalry that couldn't even be killed by missiles?
But after these crimson-armored warriors appeared, a chilling aura spread across the battlefield.
This was a killing intent that was difficult to muster in modern warfare, as if every person in this formation had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The old general behind Chen Luo felt it even more intensely. Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt a sense of familiarity looking at these crimson-armored warriors, reminiscent of the Great Yan Army of the past.
The old general shook his head, dismissing it as a hallucination. After all, that army of yesteryear dared to challenge the world's strongest nation with their bare bodies; they were the foremost land army of their time.
However, unlike the suspicion of the Great Yan soldiers behind him, the old general, having witnessed Chen Luo instantly kill skeletal knights, held more anticipation for these crimson-armored warriors.
But what happened next far exceeded his imagination.
The flaming longswords might have been mere skill effects.
But with a hundred thousand longswords slashing down in unison, the once invincible undead legion was actually held back by infantry.
The sight of the tide-like undead cavalry being reaped like wheat at will made the old general feel as if he were dreaming.
It wasn't just the old general. The other viewers, who were watching everything on the battlefield through the broadcast feed, were also completely dumbfounded.
Inside the shelter,
The civilians who had been guided into the shelter since the start of the apocalypse began to discuss as they watched the images on the screen.
"This... is this fake? I'm a soldier too, but why don't I have such cool skills?"
"Yeah, special effects! It must have special effects!"
"I'm dreaming! It must be! Where is the apocalypse? This must be the reward for my 007 work!"
"007, you died from overwork, what reward are you talking about!"
In the Supreme Command Center,
Those who had been prepared to face their deaths with noble resolve now found their emotions somewhat disjointed.
The hands of the elders in the highest seats, as they tidied their appearances, paused involuntarily, casting a life-questioning gaze at the scene on the monitor.
The images here were more comprehensive than those in the shelter. They could clearly see that the nightmare-class undead, xxs壹贰
At this moment, they were like little chicks, after singing and dancing for a long time, being chopped into ashes one by one by these suddenly appearing humans.
The leaders of the Divine Strategy Think Tank, standing nearby, exchanged glances. A sense of ease slowly permeated the room.
Only Chen, looking at Chen Luo's handsome face on the monitor, felt his eye twitch slightly:
"I didn't even react. Chen Luo, the number one in leveling is Chen Luo!"
"But, young man, you said you'd provide support, and this is the scale of it?"
Putting aside Chen, who was questioning his life, only one man's expression in the room remained extremely solemn.
Zhuge Yun watched the scene, his eyes flashing with analysis:
"Initially, the crimson-armored humans had no momentum compared to the undead."
"It was after Chen Luo emitted three beams of light that covered everyone that the crimson-armored warriors' momentum began to contend with those monsters."
"So, Chen Luo has the ability to enhance the strength of others? And the flames attached to the warriors' longswords are also Chen Luo's doing?"
With this thought, Zhuge Yun's eyes turned scorching hot as he looked at Chen Luo:
"Chen Luo? He should be a hidden profession like Captain Long Ya, but he's clearly much stronger than him."
"Is this strength considered Disaster-level? No! It was rumored that the team that was annihilated before encountered a Disaster-level threat."
"Disaster-level beings would allow ordinary people to pass on information. Chen Luo is definitely stronger than that! So, he's the legendary Purgatory-level?!"
Zhuge Yun's expression did not lighten; instead, he looked even more worriedly at the upper right corner of the screen.
There, a small portion of the screen exclusively showed a blurry, black mausoleum.
More monsters were emerging from that black mausoleum.
"The higher the power tier, the greater the gap. Even if Chen Luo is Purgatory-level, can he truly defeat these unfathomable undead?"
....
Within the black mausoleum,
A pair of obsidian eyes, piercing through boundless darkness and barriers, looked in the direction of the battlefield:
"Interesting... An overlord-class advanced profession? I wonder if it's rare or unique..."
"What a shame. After the Apocalypse Game began, with such a short growth period, how far can you possibly go?"