Nefertari operated the core scepter of the Feast of Ten Thousand Souls beneath the command post in the lord's position. This deathly wonder, crafted by Dusk, sustained the psychic energy flowing through the entire position all by itself. The power of death spread so widely that it even suppressed the space available for other psychic energies to operate.
Triss, who was helping Murphy fight the enemy on the front lines, immediately sensed the change in the psychic energies around her. Frowning, she hurled a fully formed chain lightning spell, clearing the area ahead, then casually cast a lightning shield over her little Murphy. Only then did she beat her wings and rise into the air to survey the surroundings.
In the eyes of the psychic mistress, the position beneath the night sky had been clearly divided into two regions by the vast quantities of deathly psychic energy.
Under the superb control of that silly little mummy, the deathly psychic energy in the outer ring had gathered into tangible form, becoming gusts of chilling wind that raised the dead. As countless walking corpses surged forward beneath the constant barrage of artillery shells, the jackalman army that had penetrated the flank was gradually forced back.
But the inner ring, where the soldiers had retreated, wasn't filled with enough deathly psychic energy to prevent deathly echoes harmful to the living from arising.
It had to be said: when it came to using their power in orthodox ways, the Church of the Death Moon was indeed far more capable than the backwoods cultists of Dusk. These necromantic spells could be used not only to kill enemies, but also to protect people.
However, the undead raised through orthodox death rituals had no souls bound to them, so their movements lacked any spark of intelligence. They