Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

"Awoo!"

"Ah!!"

The Earth Knight rode a massive Swift Dragon; his heavy body plus thick armor made his defense nearly indestructible.

His lance stabbed forward again and again, and together with the bulky Swift Dragon beneath him—

The Silver Pegasus Knights charging at his side were also heavy cavalry for breaking formations; the effect they produced was far more than just one plus one.

Heavy cavalry smashing into lightly equipped Beastman infantry was like a locomotive at full speed plowing into farmland, leaving severed limbs and shattered flesh everywhere.

After breaking through the first line of defense and pushing past the blocking Beastman infantry, the heavy cavalry's speed inevitably dropped.

But this was not over yet.

Their Charge was not something done by all cavalry rushing in at once.

Another wave of Silver Pegasus Knights behind them formed a new blade, taking their place to begin a fresh round of Charge.

Next came the Charge of the Iron Wolf Knights, and lastly the follow-up Charges of the Black Iron and Bronze Tier cavalry.

These Knights were already elite in strength, and after so many layers of Magic buffs, their combat power soared.

A Silver Tier Beastman Commander held his formation, and seeing the enemy cavalry drawing nearer, he hurled his Short Spear with all his might.

"Bang!"

The thrown Short Spear, infused with Silver Tier Battle Qi, accurately struck a Silver-ranked Iron Wolf Knight who was gritting his teeth and Charging forward.

But this throw did not achieve the result he had imagined.

The sharp Short Spear felt like it had stabbed into a round, inflated ball, bouncing off the High Tier Shield cast on the cavalryman.

This scene overturned the worldview of that Silver Beastman, but he had no time to think; he braced his Long Spear to defend against the next impact.

"Puchi!"

The Long Spear in his hands struck that enemy cavalryman again.

This time, the Shield on the cavalryman's body failed to protect him.

The sharp Long Spear pierced through the Shield like popping a balloon.

Then the spear kept driving deeper; with the enemy cavalry Charging at high speed, he had no time to evade. The spear pierced through his armor, and then his flesh and body.

Yet under the heavy stacking of Beneficial

Magic, this human cavalryman seemed to feel no pain at all. Even with his torso skewered, his grip on the lance did not loosen—instead, he thrust it even faster.

Riding the tremendous impact from the mount beneath him, the cavalryman's lance also stabbed into the Silver Tier Beastman.

The Long Spear, enhanced with the sharpness spell, pierced the Beastman's Armor as easily as a hot knife cutting through butter.

The Beastman sensed a sliver of fatal danger, but it was too late to dodge; he could only twist his body to avoid vital points while pouring more Battle Qi into protecting his internal organs.

"Puh!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood; the enemy cavalryman's lance had failed to inflict a mortal wound.

But it was still not over.

The massive Silver Pegasi under the other cavalrymen's saddles slammed in with unstoppable force, trampling the wounded Silver Beastman beneath their hooves and grinding over him.

Before he could climb back up, the Knights behind had already Charged through.

The Silver Pegasi bearing heavy cavalry were incredibly heavy.

When this wave of heavy cavalry finished their Charge, all that remained on the spot was a patch of blood-stained hair.

This Silver Beastman had been directly trampled into a smear of meat paste.

…

Powerful spells exploded again and again in the sky and on the ground.

Hundreds of Silver Powerhouses were locked in duels, and every so often someone would scream and die.

The Magic Professionals in the rear continuously cast all kinds of Magic—buffing, dispelling, and even pure Attack Magic.

Every large-scale Explosion of high-powered Magic would claim the lives of dozens, even hundreds of Warriors.

Yet such casualties seemed insignificant on a vast battlefield of nearly two hundred thousand.

If one raised the viewpoint, one would see the slaughter between humans and Beastmen like two giants locked in a brawl, grappling with each other.

And the human cavalry's formation-breaking Charges were like a sharp sword stabbing at the vital points of the Beastman Legion giant.

The body of the Beastman Legion was split open, and great gouts of blood surged from the wounds.

All that blood was the rout of countless fleeing Beastman deserters.

They could not withstand the terrifying Charge of the human cavalry, and with their morale collapsing, they began to run.

"Awoo!"

In the center of the battlefield, Glory Champion Shaman Edward let out a scream of terror.

The Erosion Blade had not struck once in the previous fighting, which had allowed Edward to relax his guard slightly.

But no one expected that just now, while Edward was momentarily distracted, Ping Haining suddenly leaped out from the Shadow Plane.

That blow he had been storing power for half the day landed squarely on Edward's body, almost chopping Edward's heart out.

Edward's Curse Shield and all the Phylacteries on his body shattered with a crackling crash all over the ground.

Various Healing Talismans frantically activated, trying to mend his wounds.

"Hah!"

"How dare you!"

The two Beastman bodyguards beside Edward roared as they charged forward, ready to die to protect him.

Both were Golden Tier Beastman Warriors, Edward's personal guards, sharing glory and loss with him.

They had previously signed a master–servant Contract; if Edward met Death, they would die along with him.

"Bang!"

Foul Breath!

A powerful Glory Champion Level curse was unleashed by Edward, swirling around him.

This decaying stench, if inhaled in great quantities, could poison even a Glory Champion Level creature to death.

Ping Haining naturally did not dare remain by Edward's side.

But as soon as he moved, Edward—whose Perception had become razor sharp under layers of Curse—immediately sensed that something was wrong.