This wasn't over yet.
The Holy Light Bullets tearing through armor were just the beginning.
When that golden torrent of energy truly touched the undead bodies steeped in death, the ultimate inferno descended upon the world.
Zzzzz—!
A piercing, ear-splitting shriek erupted across the battlefield.
It was the final death throes of Holy Light and necrotic energy consuming and annihilating each other.
Vast swathes of putrid black mist were forcefully drawn from the gaps in the Death Knights' armor, writhing, struggling, and ultimately vanishing into nothingness.
They emitted inhuman, ghastly screams as the Holy Light eroded the very foundations that sustained their movement, inch by inch.
In mere seconds, the first rank of Death Knights, devoured head-on by the barrage along with their Skeletal Warhorses, were "purified" into limp, silent corpses before the horrified eyes of everyone present.
With each pull of the trigger, an entire rank of elite Death Knights vanished from the face of the earth!
The battlefield fell into a deathly silence once more.
But this time, the silence was thick with a terror so pure it choked the breath.
"..."
Su Wan opened her mouth, but no sound escaped her throat.
She stared blankly at the "Sky AK47" in Lin Qingyue's hand, which was unleashing a torrent of holy fire, then at the instantly cleared death zone ahead.
Her spellcasting logic, her understanding of the elements, her pride as a genius Mage—all were shattered into pieces in that instant.
What is that thing? Pure light element? No, the light element could never possess such domineering Purification power... Is it Holy Light? But why can Holy Light be fired from a gun in the form of bullets?!
And that rate of fire... that area of coverage...
Su Wan's mind flashed back to her own favored large-scale spells.
My Blizzard... compared to this, it's a complete joke!
The Young Mistress's pride lay shattered on the ground.
Once again, she found herself doubting her reputation as a "genius."
"Wow! Sis—you're amazing!"
Lin Xiyue clenched her tiny fists in excitement, her wide eyes sparkling with adoration.
"I knew it! If Sis takes action, there's nothing she can't handle!"
She had been completely captivated by the brutal yet dazzling aesthetics of this overwhelming firepower.
Meanwhile, the blood-soaked Elf Apprentice Death Knights experienced a miraculous journey straight from hell to heaven.
As the bullet storm swept toward them, they instinctively tried to dodge.
Yet the anticipated searing pain never came.
Those golden bullets, which had seemed so menacing, struck their bodies without so much as a sting.
No, it was more than just painless.
They actually felt... soothing?
An Elf Knight, recently wounded in the arm by a battle axe, was grazed by several stray bullets.
He felt a warm current surge through the wound, instantly dispelling the chilling death energy that had been corroding his flesh.
The wound visibly healed before his eyes, and his fatigue and excruciating pain vanished completely!
"It's... it's healing!"
"This holy rain of bullets is actually healing us!"
"By the heavens! What divine spell is this?!"
Their gazes shifted from "What the hell is that thing?" to "What god-tier Priest has descended from the heavens?" as they stared at the idol girl madly firing her unknown weapon.
"Indiscriminate, wide-area, high-speed attacks, yet precise targeting of friend and foe."
"Healing and dispelling effects for allies, devastating Purification for enemies..."
"What an absurdly powerful force!"
"What are you waiting for?!"
While maintaining suppressing fire, Lin Qingyue roared through Barbara's sweet, healing voice with explosive fury.
"The enemy is crumbling! Charge! Reap their souls!"
Her roar struck like a thunderclap, jolting all the Elf Knights awake.
"Charge!"
"For Her Majesty the Queen!"
The Elf Knights' morale surged to its peak in an instant.
With thunderous roars, they abandoned their defensive posture and charged fearlessly into the enemy ranks, fueled by boundless battle lust against an enemy force several times their size.
In a mere dozen seconds, the tide of battle had undergone a shocking 180-degree reversal.
Just moments ago, the undead had been chasing down the Elves to slaughter them.
Now, it was the Elves hunting down the undead!
And Lin Qingyue was the mobile artillery platform providing the most devastating fire support.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Gripping her gun, she weaved through the battlefield with peculiar, elegant dance-like steps, the golden muzzle never ceasing its fiery torrent.
The hail of bullets transformed into a golden whip of Judgment, lashing back and forth through the Death Knights' formation.
Wherever it struck, men and horses toppled, and screams of agony echoed across the field.
Even the elite Level 35 Death Knights found their so-called heavy armor as fragile as window paper against the Holy Light Bullets of the "Sky AK47."
The undead body itself proved even more vulnerable against the purifying power of Holy Light.
A handful of Death Knights finally broke free from the terror of the relentless firepower, charging toward Lin Qingyue with guttural roars, determined to silence this terrifying source.
But they were met with an even denser hail of bullets.
Lin Qingyue didn't even spare them a glance. With a slight dip of her gun barrel, the unlucky leaders were instantly riddled with holes, and the comrades behind them were mowed down in droves.
And that wasn't all.
The Elf Knights, freshly baptized in Holy Light, finally realized that this "God-tier Priest" was their lifeline!
Several knights immediately formed a protective cordon, intercepting any undead that dared approach.
Occasionally, a few stragglers slipped past the knights' defenses, but before they could savor their fleeting triumph, they were either blocked by Lin Xiyue's heavy shield, frozen by Su Wan's Ice Wall, or had their mounts crippled by Xia Lian's arrows.
A moment's delay was all it took for the golden bullets to follow up swiftly, completing the Purification.
"This is... utterly absurd..."
Even amidst her intense life-or-death battle against three Death Lords, Aeldara couldn't ignore the sudden shift on the flanks.
When she saw the overwhelming golden barrage fill the sky, the red light beneath her helmet flickered violently.
She watched as her young apprentices, bathed in a rain of golden Holy Light Bullets, charged into enemies several times their number with battle-frenzied roars, their combat prowess surging exponentially as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.
Meanwhile, the elite Undead Legion that had given even her pause was now being utterly routed by the golden barrage, left utterly defenseless.
Clang!
Her giant axe clashed against a longsword, sending blinding sparks flying.
Aeldara used the recoil to retreat explosively, her chest heaving with tumultuous emotions.
She had always assumed the pink-haired girl was merely a support character with some unique abilities.
Now she understood.
...This wasn't just support—she was a one-woman army!
"Aeldara! What are you looking at?!"
Mograss's furious roar snapped her back to reality. Seizing on her momentary lapse in focus, he unleashed an even more relentless assault.
"Your pathetic allies did manage to give me a slight 'surprise'," Mograss growled, his voice seething with barely restrained fury. "But it's useless! Once I kill you, they'll be nothing but lambs to the slaughter!"
As his words faded, Lin Qingyue's sickeningly sweet yet bone-chillingly idol-like voice echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers down the spines of the undead.
"What's the fun in fighting mere minions?" she trilled. "BOSSES, it's your turn to enjoy my personally delivered 'blessings' now~♪"
In the next instant, the raging golden torrent of bullets abruptly shifted its aim.
It surged toward the combat circle where Aeldara and the three Death Lords were engaged, unleashing a devastating, all-encompassing barrage!