In the Plague World, under Lynn's arrangements, aside from the cities near Freedom City, which had not suffered undead invasions, the other cities were faring no better.
After all, he still wanted the "Child of Destiny" to absorb a little more world power and have some more time to develop.
The Plague Church's main forces had already been crippled in Plague City. The remaining priests and church guards were scattered across small cities and towns, with no unified command, insufficient troops, and not even decent weapons.
Their only advantages were plague energy and their vast number of plague-controlled followers, but plague energy was useless against the undead.
A priest stood atop the city wall and chanted incantations at the undead below more than a dozen times. Green mist enveloped the entire wall, yet the undead walked out of it completely unharmed.
The priest collapsed onto the ground and threw away his censer.
And those numerous followers had little combat power. Their bodies had long since been hollowed out by the plague.
Plague was no good thing to begin with, and these people had weak fighting spirit and little combat experience.
A squad of skeleton soldiers could easily crush a huge crowd of them.
The only ones with any fighting ability were the church guards. They slashed with blades, stabbed with spears, and burned with fire, trying every possible way to deal with the undead.
In the end, their blades broke, their spears bent, and their fires burned out, but the undead remained standing.
A skeleton soldier climbed up and drove its blade into a church guard's stomach.
The church guard lowered his head to look at the rusty bone blade, unable to understand how that piece of junk had pierced his armor.
This wasn't theological!
This world was far too