"Rumble..."
"Hahaha, you filthy scum, behold my unparalleled grass-cutting!"
"Rumble..."
Wielding a heavy hammer and axe, Gandalf- like Wang Hao charged into the Scourge Legion with a maniacal laugh, unleashing a mowing-down-enemies-like rampage, leaving no one in his path capable of a single blow.
With a single swing of the giant axe, zombies in front of him were cleaved in half and fell to the ground!
The hammer struck, shattering the ground within a radius of thousands of meters!
At this moment, please call me Gandalf, the dual-wielding berserker!
This scene left Merlin and the others, who were rapidly breaking through from behind, completely numb.
" Merlin, are all you mages this... wild when you fight?"
Riding on the back of Wang Hao's husky clone Guinevere looked at Merlin, Britain's strongest mage, who was rushing beside her with a strange expression. It took her a long time to come up with a more fitting description.
She didn't know much about cultivation, but from the little information she had, it seemed that mages were all elegant beings. For example, Merlin beside her had a noble air about him, just like an aristocrat.
But today, Gandalf, who is hailed as the greatest mage in the Middle-earth Continent, has shattered her worldview. Could this be the true way a mage fights?
Merlin, who always presents himself as elegant and noble, is actually a brave warrior in secret?
Thinking about it that way, it's not impossible. After all, Arthur was trained by this guy, so it wouldn't make sense if he didn't have strong close combat skills.
"No, please don't misunderstand. Perhaps the mage system in the Middle-earth Continent that Mr. Gandalf described is unique, but the mages of Britain are not like that, at least I am not."
Even without looking at Merlin, he could sense Guinevere's strange gaze, and he wanted to complain about it.
The old man looked frail and wise, yet his fighting style was incredibly brutal and savage, far more ferocious than any warrior.
Forgive his ignorance, but he truly couldn't see how this ferocious fighting style had anything to do with the mage class.
By the way, are you really a monk?
Shishou was equally speechless Scáthach. She had originally been decided to be the Vanguard in the breakout, but after seeing the old man's ferocious fighting style and results, she thought about it and decided to take over the rearguard duty instead.
She is a lady, an elegant and beautiful lady, and would never associate with such a boor.
"Roar!"
Just as everyone was charging forward, a roar came from ahead, followed by a series of tremors in the earth, and a colossal figure a thousand meters tall rushed over.
Because of the rapid spread of the frost power, the area within a thousand miles was shrouded in thick fog, and the figure was not seen clearly until it rushed close.
But when they saw the ferocious appearance of the newcomer, everyone gasped in shock, and their stomachs churned.
Disgusting, absolutely disgusting!
The newcomer was a humanoid creature a thousand meters tall, extremely obese, like a ball. On its large belly was a hideous maw, from which blackish-red pus and blood dripped continuously, making a hissing sound as it dripped onto the ground, clearly possessing strong corrosive properties.
It also has some relatively short, ferocious arms, carrying weapons such as sickles, chains, and hooks, and its right hand holds a large cleaver stained with blood.
Wait, a big cleaver?
"That is Abomination, possessing immense brute force, capable of rivaling even God King. Mr. Gandalf, please be careful!"
Recalling the information Merlin had learned about the Scourge Legion from Gudako, he immediately realized that the terrifying monster was none other than the Scourge Legion's mid-tier unit— the Abomination!
Unfortunately, his warning came too late.
"When!"
Gandalf's clone decisively wielded his axe and clashed head-on with the Abomination's massive cleaver. The huge difference in size caused Gandalf's clone to suffer a silent loss, and he was sent flying.
However, the Abomination was not faring well either; the large cleaver in its hand shattered, and its obese right arm exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
However, as the main combat unit carefully cultivated by the Lich King's avatar, the Abomination naturally has extraordinary features. In addition to its powerful physique and immense strength, it also possesses Heaven-Defying Level regenerative ability, capable of quickly regenerating even if its entire body is destroyed.
The burst of blood mist seemed to rewind time, gathering together and instantly transforming back into a thick arm. Even the shattered cleaver was restored to its original state.
"That's interesting!"
Steadying himself, Gandalf's clone shrank the giant axe and put it into his waist pocket, wielding the giant hammer with both hands, and growled with a sinister grin, " Hulk Transformation!"
With a low growl, Gandalf's clone, whose originally thin and hunched body had been growing rapidly, burst out of his clothes and transformed into a green giant three meters tall in the blink of an eye.
This is also one of Gandalf's trump cards. Now that the Lich King's clone has sent out its most powerful minions, he naturally has to get serious as well.
With a bend and a spring in his thick legs, Gandalf's clone leaped into the air, appearing above Abomination's head as if by Teleportation.
That wasn't all. The already enormous hammer in his hand rapidly expanded like a balloon, quickly becoming a massive warhammer with a diameter of a thousand meters. This Gandalf -like clone wielded it and slammed it down on the Abomination, its ferocity reaching its peak.
"Rumble..."
A deafening roar followed the shockwave, clearing the battlefield within a radius of tens of thousands of meters. The ground, stretching for miles, was riddled with cracks, and the massive tremor reverberated throughout Britain.
"That's really something!"
The Lich King clone, seated on the Frozen Throne, shook its head helplessly, then ignored the situation and continued to gather the so-called evil god's power to enhance the foundation of the Frostmourne.
What happened?
Meanwhile, things were not so easy in the holy city of Camelot. Morgan, who had come to the top of the city wall, looked at the torn earth around him, his face extremely gloomy, and his heart was filled with fear.
The Holy City of Camelot is now also besieged by countless zombies and Skeleton, relying on a magical barrier for defense. However, the surrounding earth was just torn apart, severing several important underground Earth Vein, causing Camelot's defensive strength to plummet by 50% in an instant.
This is not a good situation!
Fortunately, the land within a thousand miles was frozen, increasing its strength countless times; otherwise, this attack would not have merely torn the earth apart, but would have caused the entire Britain to collapse and sink into the sea.
"I knew he wasn't a mage!"
Staring dumbfounded at the ravaged land before him, Merlin's gaze finally settled on the tall, menacing figure. He swallowed hard, finally realizing that the guy wasn't a mage at all, but just someone pretending to be one.
"Young man, you're mistaken. I am indeed a true orthodox mage; the Hulk form I just displayed was merely a transformation True Magic."
The Gandalf clone, now back in his original form, returned, leaning on his hammer-headed staff, and righteously explained that he was indeed a genuine wizard.
"How come you..."
Merlin was shocked and was about to ask the giant why he had stopped clearing the path, but after looking at the ravaged land ahead, he swallowed his words.
Just kidding, that hammer blow just now turned the area within a radius of several miles into a dead zone. Even those powerful zombies would have a hard time surviving, and even if there are still a few left, they are not a concern.
Now all they need to do is charge forward!
Without pausing, the group rushed toward the holy city of Camelot, and finally arrived at the gates of the holy city of Camelot half an hour later with their remaining troops.
Are these the only people left?
Barely freed from the ice on his body Ahoge King looked at the tens of thousands of soldiers remaining behind him. Disappointed, he felt an even greater hatred for that man!
They used to have an army of nearly ten million, but now only tens of thousands have escaped back; truly, less than one in a hundred survived.
As for the fate of the remaining troops, it's easy to imagine; they've probably all been assimilated into the Scourge Legion by now.
"Your Highness, please clear out these hordes of Scourge in front of the gate. I'll go repair some of the nearby Earth Vein."
Looking somberly at the torn earth around him and the nearly halved defensive strength of the walls of the holy Camelot, Merlin knew that the nearby Earth Vein had fractured.
This problem is quite serious; the Earth Vein must be repaired and reinforced as soon as possible, otherwise the capital will be in dire need of sustaining itself.
Currently, the holy city of Camelot is the only known stronghold in all of Britain. If this stronghold is destroyed, the situation will inevitably spiral out of control.
Therefore, we absolutely cannot afford to lose this place!
Shishou didn't say much. With the help of the magic mirror behind her, she summoned and projected countless Gáe Bolg, pinning the zombies and Skeleton around Camelot Holy City to the ground one by one.
Although the others were extremely tired, they gritted their teeth and joined the cleanup effort, leaving only the Gandalf clone idle.
There was no way around it; everyone knew that this so-called number one mage of the Middle-earth was a brutal and savage warrior, and that even several of the Earth Vein in the Holy Capital had been severed by the aftershocks of his attacks.
If this person were to intervene again, the entire Holy City would likely be reduced to ruins.
Having realized his true nature, Morgan no longer targeted Ahoge King and her group. Instead, he generously opened the city gates and sent soldiers to help Ahoge King and the others clear out the surrounding army of Scourge.
With a powerful figure like Ahoge King Shishou taking action, the Skeleton and zombies, who were only low-level minions, were quickly wiped out. Afterwards Ahoge King and the others returned to the Holy Capital to rest for a while.
" White Fang, this is the contract for Avalon. You can release the souls you've collected, and I will transfer them into Avalon through the contract."
Having repaired the Earth Vein, Merlin rushed back to the holy Camelot, retrieved a mysterious contract scroll, and instructed the husky-like Wang Hao to release the souls of the Britain people.
Ahoge King and the others also forced themselves to turn their attention to the scene, after all, those souls were related to whether the dead Britain people and countless soldiers could be resurrected, and they could not be taken lightly.
"Compared to your so-called Avalon, I have a better choice!"
The husky-like Wang Hao glanced at the scroll in Merlin's hand, then turned his gaze to Scáthach Shishou, or more precisely, to the magic mirror behind her.
Although the magic mirror shrunk to three meters in size and hovered behind Shishou, Wang Hao knew clearly that it was only a spatial reduction; in reality, the magic mirror was ten thousand meters in size.
"You want my Land of Shadows?"
Her gaze suddenly sharpened, and a blood-red spear materialized in her hand. Shishou's expression was quite hostile.