It was like snow meeting lava.
The Divine Guard Knights charged into the enemy ranks. In just a few minutes, they cut through the resurrected undead like wheat, sending them back where they belonged.
Imhotep was dumbfounded.
How could this happen?
His army of the dead had actually lost?
"Mm."
Benji, hiding behind Imhotep, couldn't help swallowing nervously as he began considering an escape route.
Though he didn't know who was blocking their way, anyone who could so easily beat down an ancient evil like Imhotep was surely no ordinary person. His own situation looked grim.
As he thought this, the Divine Guard Knights had already pierced through the black tide of undead and reached within three hundred paces of Imhotep.
Three hundred paces.
That was only one charge away!
"Ah!"
With the situation turning against him, Imhotep flew into a rage.
Wielding a divine artifact, he would never accept the ridiculous fate of being defeated by a foreign mage!
He summoned the power of the Necronomicon, and the glittering yellow sand before the Death Priest suddenly turned into a swamp-like sea of mud.
The Divine Guard Knights' charge came to a halt.
A mournful wail rang out from beyond.
As if corroded by an unseen force, black spots appeared on the knights' armor.
"Death is watching you."
Staring at the enemy in the distance, Imhotep began to curse.
As Osiris's emissary, he could wield some of the Underworld's power with the Necronomicon in his hands.
While the Divine Guard Knights were trapped in the mud, he spread his arms and summoned a team of Underworld Patrol riders out of thin air. Their chariots roared toward Klein.
They were incredibly fast, covering a thousand miles in an instant!
In the blink of an eye, the Underworld Patrol passed through Klein's