Divine Realm, inside the hall.
Wu Heng sat quietly upon the Divine Seat, listening to prayers coming from all directions.
Before him floated a massive map of the Holy Hall's territory. Light and shadows flowed across it, displaying the Skeleton Army's routes and the cities already conquered according to progress reports from priests in various regions.
The Necromantic Army was like a swarm of death locusts sweeping away everything in its path, crushing all resistance within Holy Hall territory.
After a thousand years of operation, the Church seemed to have poured all its energy and obsession into controlling the thoughts of its believers and preserving the purity of their faith. As a result, the defenses of these cities were not even as solid and complete as those of some ordinary nations.
Without direct intervention from their deity, they appeared exceptionally fragile.
The flying Skeleton Army had no need for traditional sieges or assaults on fortified positions.
Like dark clouds of death, they swept directly over the city walls and descended from above, instantly bringing the battlefield into the city itself.
The sturdy walls lost all meaning. Local church statues were violently pushed over and smashed apart, while Church banners were torn down.
The entire process was efficient, and they never stopped.
Like tireless machines, after destroying one target, the army immediately followed its predetermined route toward the next city without pause, bringing the essence of blitzkrieg to its fullest extent.
Instead, the Wood Elf logistics teams and Spirit Awakening Sect priests had to travel light and march day and night just to barely keep pace with the main force.
Wu Heng watched the map and issued orders to the priests accompanying each unit through the Faith Anchor.
He coordinated the progress of the various armies, ensuring they could support one