Another wolf blade breath rushed over, not only shattering Rudolph's purple fireball, but also continuing to attack Rudolph in the sky.
The phantom breath formed a tornado. When facing this breath directly, he found that even the light was distorted. The ground that Rudolph saw through the breath was shattered, and the werewolf's bloody mouth was also shattered.
Facing the wolf blade breath for the second time, Rudolph could see clearly that the breath contained countless wolf blade phantoms of various sizes. If hit head-on, they would be shattered into a bloody mist.
Rudolph desperately poured star power into his bat wings. The wolf blade breath, several meters in diameter, flew past Rudolph's scalp like a tornado.
When Rudolph stabilized his body in the air again, he found that the pieces of his hair that had just been cut off were floating around.
He couldn't help but touch his head. His hair was messy. This wasn't a good sign...
Luckily, Rudolf was timid and at a relatively high altitude, and his instinct for danger alerted him. Otherwise, if he had been struck by the wolf's breath, he would have become a blood cloud in the sky.
Rudolf used his magic to delay the knight's corpse for a moment, allowing it to advance a considerable distance. The Level 3 knight's corpse, followed by several Level 2 knights, had already reached the Level 4 werewolf.
The knights, briefly possessing the power of a Level 4 knight, suddenly collided with the werewolf.
Flesh and armor clashed, creating a loud roar. For a moment, everyone looked toward the center of the battlefield.
Within the ranks of the knight corpses, both the knights and their horses glowed with a hazy white light, their protective chains also shimmering white, making the cavalry appear as a single entity.
A knight, whose strength rivaled that of a Level 4 werewolf, brought the werewolf to a halt with a single strike. The heavy broadsword struck the Level 4 werewolf's shoulder, stopping only when it struck bone, slamming its forelegs into the ground. The Level 4
werewolf remained unfazed, its eyes filled with contempt. After all, these were just corpses, not very agile. Even if a genuine Level 3 knight arrived, they wouldn't be able to ascend safely, let alone corpses.
Rudolph, in the sky, frowned. Just that single blow had left him with a muscle aching from overexertion. The zombie teeth in his mouth felt equally unpleasant, like a sour lemon. Controlling an entire cavalry unit drained his star power too quickly.
He wondered how Old Gray could manage so many corpses. Just this single cavalry unit was rapidly exhausting Rudolph.
As a last resort, Rudolph sent Vanya flying high into the sky.
Vanya didn't need to attack right now; he had more important tasks to pursue. The forbidden technique of the Scorpion Puppet possessed another ability: it could transfer the apostle's power within the puppet to Rudolph.
Puppets aren't just zombies; they possess the ability to move independently and generate their own Apostle Power. Meanwhile, Vanya, hidden high in the sky, channeled the vampire power generated within him into Rudolf. Rudolf, using his bat wings, then converted this power into Star Power, thus ensuring the immense consumption of the Zombie Teeth.
Rudolf now possessed twice the Star Power of any other wizard. If he could create a few more puppets, his Star Power would surpass all others, and he could crush his opponents with a continuous barrage of sorcery alone.
No wonder Butcher Butcher said Old Gray was so exhausted he might die of exhaustion. Without Vanya, Rudolf wouldn't have been able to hold out much longer.
Vanya found a good hiding spot, among the drifting clouds in the night sky.
Gazing at the clouds, Rudolf suddenly had a brilliant idea. Vanya, receiving Rudolf's idea, channeled the Apostle Power to Rudolf, fulfilling his plan.
Rudolf focused on commanding the cavalry, but soon discovered that many of his commands were beyond the knights' ability to carry out. While these corpses retained their abilities in life, their reaction speed and movements were sluggish, limited to simple, mechanical commands like charging or retreating in a straight line.
Turning his head to the battlefield behind him, Old Gray could command the various apostles to unleash their unique abilities amidst the thousands of corpses. His manipulation abilities were truly astonishing.
A dark aura permeated the battlefield. It was unknown what Old Gray's stone tablet was, but it seemed the aura had a significant effect on the zombies.
Under Rudolph's command, the cavalry repeatedly charged and retreated in straight lines, appearing somewhat sluggish. A Level 4 werewolf quickly noticed this. After being struck two or three times by a Level 4 knight corpse, he immediately changed his strategy, choosing to evade and continually drain the knight's energy.
At this point, the Level 4 werewolf was unaware that these corpses were controlled by a celestial wizard. He simply wanted to drain the zombies' energy as quickly as possible, forcing them to collapse on their own.
After more than ten minutes, the werewolf's patience wore thin, and he attempted a counterattack, intent on completely destroying the knight's corpse.
The Level 4 Werewolves targeted the Level 2 and Level 1 Knight corpses, which provided the ultimate power. These corpses were weaker in combat and had lower defenses. If the cavalry of the cavalry was destroyed, the Level 3 Knights would naturally drop in rank.
With a single strike, the Level 4 Werewolf shattered the corpses of two Level 2 Knights. With these two knights dead, the Level 3 Knights' condition became unstable.
Rudolf had no choice but to step in and walk the tightrope. Between the knights' attacks, he fired purple fireballs at the Level 4 Werewolves, preventing the knights' corpses from being rapidly destroyed.
Eight massive purple fireballs descended, repeatedly pelting the Level 4 Werewolves.
The dark purple flames in the night sky betrayed Rudolf's identity: this was the sorcery practiced by Scorpio wizards.
Even a Level 4 Werewolf did not want to be contaminated by the toxins of Scorpio sorcery. As the Level 4 Werewolf approached the front of the battlefield, he raised his head and used his Wolf Blade Breath to disperse the fragmented purple flames.
A dark aura hung over the long battlefront, while purple poisonous smoke enveloped the Level 4 werewolves, making this area a restricted zone for them. No werewolf dared approach the seemingly dangerous fumes.
Butcher kept a close eye on the battle in the center of the battlefield. He understood that the Level 4 werewolves were the most crucial force in tonight's battle.
Before the battle began, Old Gray had said that Rudolph would be needed to hold off the Level 4 werewolves. He hadn't quite understood, but now, seeing Rudolph's achievements, Butcher felt that Rudolph was indeed quite capable. No wonder Old Gray valued him so highly. At least this immense star power was beyond what an apostle of Rudolph's age could possess.
Unfortunately, Level 3 was still Level 3; the gap was too great. Rudolph had given his all, but after twenty minutes of delaying the attack, he was clearly exhausted. The damage done to the bodies of the lower-level knights only added to Rudolph's pressure.
Watching the Level 4 werewolves leap into the air, attempting to attack Rudolph, Butcher roared and charged at them.
Behind him lay four pools of bloody mud: the bodies of the Level 3 werewolves.
Werewolves, vampires, and evil priests comprised the largest number of apostles. As a result, their individual combat power was lower than that of apostles of the same level. Therefore, several level 3 werewolves were no match for the giant Butcher.
Seeing Butcher charging at the level 4 werewolves, Rudolf decisively dived down. There was no room for hesitation at this moment.
The bone club smashed into the Level 4 werewolf. Undaunted, he unleashed his Wolf Breath at the club's joints. The massive, indestructible joints were transformed into layer upon layer of bone dust, which flew away.
The club shrank, and the Level 4 werewolf felt that with just one more Wolf Breath, he could destroy the giant's weapon.
At that moment, the Level 4 werewolf suddenly saw the wizard fly out from the club's shadow.
Rudolf, closing in, swung his staff. Eight phantom wolf blades shot towards the Level 4 werewolf. The Level 4 werewolf then realized that the wizard possessed a relic crafted by a Level 3 werewolf.
Eight phantom wolf blades were the equivalent of two or three Level 3 werewolves attacking him simultaneously.
The wolf blades sliced towards the Level 4 werewolf's corpse, but in an instant, the Level 4 werewolf shook its shoulders, and all its hair instantly stood up, each strand swerving backward at a 45-degree angle.
There was no blood flying; the wolf blades merely struck the dense mass of hair. The air was filled with werewolf hair, but the werewolf itself remained unscathed.
The werewolf twitched its lips in disdain. A Level 4 knight could cut through his flesh, one thing, but a wizard attempting to attack him with a Level 3 werewolf artifact was sheer folly. If a Level 3 werewolf could so easily breach a Level 4 werewolf's defenses, wouldn't every Level 3 werewolf be able to advance?
But then, a cold glint flashed in the Level 4 werewolf's eyes. A sharp surgical bandage, with a silver metallic sheen, suddenly shot towards the Level 4 werewolf's eye!
The eyeball is the most vulnerable part of any creature. The Level 4 werewolf jerked its head, but it was unable to prevent the scalpel from piercing its eyeball.
The werewolf swung its claws violently, sending shadowy blades flying around, forcing Rudolf and Butcher to retreat.
With a ruthless heart, the werewolf squeezed the eyeball with its claws, squeezing it into an ellipsoidal shape.
However, this also gave Rudolf and Butcher a precious moment to breathe.
Butcher bent down and grabbed a werewolf. Twisting his fingers, the flesh separated, and fleshy pulp flowed from between his fingers. The werewolf's four leg bones remained.
Butcher's first bone club was destroyed, but he was able to quickly create another. Another bone club fell from the sky, smashing into the Level 4 werewolf.
Rudolf could also go to the rear to find other knights to replenish the lower-level knights.
The Level 4 Werewolf grew increasingly irritated. These two Level 3 Apostles had held him back for so long. The Level 4 Werewolf abandoned his resistance and accelerated his lateral movement.
After dodging two consecutive blows from the bone club, the Level 4 Werewolf unleashed its Wolf Blade Breath directly at Butcher's abdomen.
Butcher tried his best to dodge, but his massive 30-meter-tall frame was relatively slow to move. The breath struck his flank, causing a large chunk to vanish.
The Wolf Blade Breath left a semi-cylindrical hole in Butcher's flank. The flesh and intestines within vanished, exploding into a bloody mist.
Butcher's facial muscles twitched, but with a slight sway of his waist, the flesh around the wound expanded, compressing the torn abdominal wound and restoring it to its original shape.
Although he could control the enlargement and reduction of any part of his body, the injuries took a heavy toll on Butcher.
Meanwhile, from the horde of corpses behind him, another batch of knight corpses rushed over. These were the knights summoned by Rudolph using the Zombie Teeth.
The Level 3 Knight, having replenished his low-level supplies and regained his strength, charged towards the Level 4 Werewolf. Low-level knights were crucial to the higher-level knights. They granted them lands and titles, precisely to secure their loyalty in a life-or-death situation.
Rudolf's face was devoid of joy. Just as he had summoned these knights, he had briefly wrestled with Old Gray for control of them. Due to the distance, he couldn't communicate with Old Gray, so he could only try to seize control as quickly as possible. Rudolf could clearly sense that Old Gray's control was fragile, on the verge of collapse.
While Old Gray might have been able to handle such a vast army of corpses in his youth, he was likely no longer strong enough.
From a distance, Old Gray's breathing was like a leaky bellows, a sound unnaturally harsh and dry. A slight cough would bring forth handfuls of blood. He could only lean against the stone tablet, straining to keep a glance ahead.
Cooper stood nearby, anxiously glancing at Old Gray, then at the battlefield ahead. Heaven, could you grant Leman a miracle, a chance to turn the tide? Old Gray is almost at his limit.
Meanwhile, Rudolf looked up at the sky. What he had been longing for had finally arrived.
Vanya, flapping her iron bat wings from afar, created a powerful gust of wind, driving a vast cloud over the battlefield.
Rudolf soared into the sky, plunged into the clouds, and vanished.
Soon, those on the battlefield saw a dark purple cloud suddenly appear in the moonlit night sky. Its hue was dark and black, clearly no ordinary cloud.
A werewolf, taking a break from battling the zombies, suddenly reached up and touched his cheek.
Rain? He looked up to see drops of dark purple rain falling. As the raindrops fell on the werewolf, he felt the palpitations of impending danger.
The next moment, he felt numbness and pain. Though it was cold, it burned and stung.
It was a light rain outside Leman, unusually limited to the battlefield.
Poison! It's poison! The poison is so potent it blurs his vision.
A zombie knight seizes the opportunity, swinging his broadsword and decapitating the werewolf in front of him.
The purple rain falls; the corpses aren't poisoned; it's the werewolves who are poisoned. Suddenly, the werewolves' condition deteriorates rapidly, and the line of corpses begins to advance.
Old Gray wipes the tears from his eyes, swallows the bloody taste in his mouth, and whispers, "Rudolph, well done." Vanya
flies towards Butcher and shouts, "Open your mouth!"
Butcher opens his mouth, and Vanya tosses a potion in. Butcher searches for it with his tongue for a long time before squeezing it between his teeth and crushing it.
"Is this the taste of wolfsbane potion? No... it's the antidote to this purple rain."
The Level 4 werewolf's expression finally grows serious. No matter how powerful his wolf's breath is, it can't scatter all the raindrops.
He can only watch helplessly as the purple rain falls on the werewolves. Just like he had just attacked the low-level knights, the wizard in the sky also launched a large-scale witchcraft, attacking all the low-level werewolves.
It's really tough... The level 4 werewolf really wants to know what's in this small, broken town, and why are these people fighting so hard to resist the wolf tide?