Chapter 751: Betting the Glory of the Main Tank!

Although the dark minions created by the dark arrows had an upper limit, they served as the front-line meat shields, not only effectively absorbing the onslaught of the Shadow Legion, but these dark minions, whose strength was by no means weak, were also continuously cannibalizing the legion.

To the players who had character alts in various factions and guilds within the game, wasn't it just a skeleton? They had long grown accustomed to such sights.

It was highly likely they played skeleton frames themselves in the game; these orcs and assassins harbored no particular prejudice against such forms, and given that their in-game teammates were frequently of this sort, they blended right into the skeletal army without a second thought.

Lily, a female mage who had previously run off to play *The Legend*, raised her hand, and a frail, delicate little skeleton emerged from beneath her feet.

"Oh? Giggle giggle...!" She then mixed this skeleton into the massive skeletal horde.

"What is this!? Where on earth did this elf come from!?" For the pinnacle figures of various domains currently watching the war at the World Summit, they were naturally no strangers to monsters and abnormal creatures.

But who had ever seen an entire enemy army converted into one's own servants in the blink of an eye!?

How could this dark-skinned elf be so incredibly powerful!?

Saint Duran stared intently at the elven queen: "Your Eminence Kelanbell, shouldn't you offer an explanation?"

Queen Kelanbell's gaze was as cold and clear as moonlight beneath the night sky: "Your Excellency Duran, if I had to explain myself every time someone resembling an elf appeared on the continent..."

She pointed at Uther within the magical projection and said: "Should your excellency not also explain from whence this Uther, who utilizes light-system magic, originated?"

"..." Saint Duran was instantly left speechless.

"Enough." At that moment, Princess Isabella spoke, "This Uther and the Holy Light he wields have absolutely nothing to do with us."

The problem was...

She looked up at the sun in the sky... was the radiance of the God of Radiance not rumored to come from the sun... then where did this Holy Light come from!?

She gazed at the two suns in the sky, both shedding the exact same kind of light... could there possibly be another type of light!?

And at this very moment, the others still carried deeply furrowed brows, whether it was someone like the World Mage Hermadon who kept to himself and belonged to no faction, or the other human nations, dwarves, and elves.

For they saw that the most powerful commanders of the Shadow Legion, including the supreme Death Lord Dras, remained.

And the few others had rarely made a move, scarcely revealing much of their true strength.

The Lord of Energy, Neth, who had merely shown a fraction of his power just now, had already caused tremendous trouble for the allied forces; there was no telling what other means they held in reserve.

Beneath their solemn gazes, the players of the Alliance and the Horde had now converged, and together with the allied forces of the human nations, they valiantly and fearlessly crushed and tore apart the entire front line of the Shadow Legion.

Yet even so, those few commanders of the Shadow Legion still sat firmly high in the sky; unlike the common soldiers, though surprise mirrored in their eyes, they remained entirely unhurried and unbothered.

As the mage beside Dras chanted in a low, somber murmur, the terrible Seed of Nightmare was once again unleashed.

An invisible terror spread across the battlefield once more.

Silent and invisible, perhaps they would end up just like the previous joint army of nations, where a seemingly disadvantaged battle would instantly turn on its head.

Perhaps they too would be forced to retreat, much like the Holy Kingdom of Radiance.

At the World Summit, the expressions of a portion of the attendees, including the elves and dwarves, grew increasingly grave.

Regardless of whether Saint Duran's previous order to retreat was correct, they all understood that it took a truly formidable force to compel them to retreat.

This, from another angle, proved the sheer might of the Shadow Legion.

They possessed no divine spells or miracles; the Elven God had not descended with a miracle in a very long time, and they had not even sensed that entity's presence for ages, a predicament the dwarves seemingly shared as well; they had no possibility of invoking true divine spells, and if the allied forces of elves, dwarves, and orcs encountered such a situation, even they would likely be utterly helpless.

"I have already warned you all." Saint Duran had clearly discerned a trace of the cause behind the sudden collapse of the previous allied forces, "A divine spell of such magnitude requires borrowing the divine power of the God of Radiance to be activated; I cannot invoke it a second time today."

At this moment, their hearts were filled with trepidation, a profound anxiety they had never experienced before, to the point where they wished they could rush onto the battlefield themselves, even though they knew it would be futile.

And just then, they witnessed the allied forces of orcs, elves, and humans march straight through the region where that terrifying power was spreading!

As if they had completely lost the capacity for fear, they casually threw the Shadow Legion into utter chaos; aside from a bit of commotion at the rear among the forces of the Lianshan Principality and other nations, the players of the Origin Internet Cafe who bore the brunt of the assault showed almost no reaction whatsoever!

"How is that possible!" Saint Duran's eyes stared wide and straight at the scene.

Ineffective!?

The very method the Shadow Legion had specifically deployed against them was entirely ineffective!?

Right at this moment, the Lord of Energy, Neth, unleashed an even more terrifying war magic; across the darkened sky, countless bolts of lightning interlaced, transforming beneath the storm clouds into a colossal, sun-like orb of thunder.

Rumble!

Countless stray pillars of lightning swept across the earth like twisting serpents; within the horrific thunderstorm, even the thick-skinned shield warriors were blasted flying by the dreadful electric vipers, and a pungent stench of scorched flesh filled the air!

By this time, Uther had already taken the lead, charging right before the Lord of Energy, Neth; raising his warhammer high, he roared: "Peace is our noblest ideal, but to achieve it, whether it is us or you, we must fight for it!"

Above the heavens, a sacred and beautiful song seemed to echo, and holy light resembling angels suddenly drifted across the sky, unfurling a pair of unimaginably vast wings of radiance; the holy light cascaded down like a brilliant shower of golden rain!

Countless warriors who had just been grievously wounded in the battle were now regenerating at a terrifying speed, far beyond mere visible recovery!

The lightning charred their bodies, but in the next instant, they restored to their original state; the speed of the lightning's destruction could not even keep pace with the speed of their recovery.

Divine Hymn!

"For the glory of the Alliance!" A group of knights and warriors, riding gryphons and holding their greatswords high, actually followed right behind Uther, charging into the high heavens where the Lord of Energy, Neth, stood like an impassable chasm before them.

The fierce battle below had not concluded, but this most elite team—row upon row of dwarf and human warriors riding all manner of flying mounts—held their great shields high, arrayed at the very front of the entire vanguard.

"Rough!" the dwarf elder Sork shouted.

No longer the dwarves who used to wipe repeatedly while being carried by Boss Fang, they charged toward this terrifying powerhouse who far surpassed humanity!

Staking it all on the honor of a main tank!

Immediately following them were the wildly roaring warriors and the holy light-flashing knights! They launched their most valiant and fearless charge forward.