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The North, Winterfell, Jon's temporary camp
With Jafar's movement, the zombie staff in his hand directly transformed into a sky full of blue-purple light spots, which were like dust.
After Jon saw the other party's movements, he also retreated rapidly. This completely unknown power was something that could not be easily touched.
In case he accidentally capsized in a gutter, Jon quickly retreated, while those dust particles spread out like fireflies.
As a cold wind blew by, an indescribable and eerie atmosphere began to spread across the battlefield. All flesh-and-blood life forms instinctively shivered upon feeling this atmosphere.
At this time, the crescent moon in the sky was also obscured by a patch of dark clouds, as if even this clear and bright moon felt uneasy about what was about to happen.
The corpse of an Ironborn, wearing chainmail and already fallen, had a bloody hole in its eye socket and appeared motionless.
Just then, a blue-purple light spot slowly landed on his corpse. As the light spot fell, the guy's body twitched as if struck by an electric shock.
After a few seconds, a surge of blue-purple energy began to control his body. Immediately after, this Ironborn, who had been dead for a long time, directly opened the eye that hadn't been punctured.
"Clatter... Crack..."
Under the influence of that eerie power, the corpse began to move bit by bit. The sound of his chainmail rubbing and his bones moving made the surrounding air seem to grow heavy.
The corpse of this Ironborn struggled and moved in an extremely unnatural way. His lifeless eyes glowed with an eerie blue-purple light, hollow and vacant. As he moved, low growls continuously escaped from his mouth.
With the continuous flow of that dark purple energy, the skin of this Ironborn's corpse began to take on a sickly green hue, his muscles stiff and twisted, and his joints making cracking sounds.
Its teeth became sharp, its nails grew long and black, and its entire body emitted a nauseating scent of decay.
As the light spots spread everywhere, more and more corpses began to react. These corpses, which had already begun to stiffen, climbed directly off the ground after a series of struggles.
These fresh zombies began to wander around, their movements clumsy and uncoordinated, but every move carried a terrifying power.
Their roars became louder, as if calling for more dead companions to join their ranks.
"Defend!"
"Defend!"
After seeing this eerie scene, both the Northern Allied Forces and the Ironborn quickly adjusted their strategies and timely contracted their defensive lines.
As time passed, the number of these zombies began to increase. Although they couldn't yet match the size of the armies, in this situation, few soldiers could face them normally.
Watching the approaching zombies, Jon decisively put away Dark Sister and Blackfyre in his hands.
Next, the magic book he had hidden deep within his item space appeared in Jon's hand.
Jon's Soul Energy was always in a state of being insufficient. Whether it was for weapon exchanges or class exchanges, the system was like an endless black hole, making it impossible for him to ever accumulate enough Soul Energy.
With Jon's movements, a mysterious power began to surge, as if summoning some ancient force.
Jafar, who was located behind the zombie horde and had been looking for an opportunity to kill Jon, also instinctively stopped his movements; his perception was very keen.
Jafar could clearly feel that the energy gathering around Jon's body was the exact nemesis of these zombies.
Immediately after, the Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister in Jon's hand was raised high, and the blade burst into a strange light in the night sky.
At that moment, the Valyrian steel sword Dark Sister seemed to sense its master's will and directly began a series of deformations and transformations.
The blade of Dark Sister gradually became slender, and a section slowly extended down from the hilt, making the whole thing look like a staff.
After a series of changes, the hilt became more exquisite and beautiful. Ultimately, Dark Sister transformed directly into an exceptionally gorgeous scepter.
This scepter emitted a mysterious and powerful aura. Under the influence of the magic book, the ruby on it seemed to contain endless magical energy.
Without the slightest hesitation, Jon directly equipped the magic book 'Halo' onto the scepter. In a dimension invisible to others, the magic book turned into countless golden light spots.
With the combination of the magic book and the scepter, a light filled with a holy aura began to surround Jon.
This light was like a barrier, isolating Jon from the outside world and making him appear mysterious and inviolable.
Watching the approaching zombies, Jon took a deep breath. This was his first time using high-level magic, and he didn't know what kind of effect it would produce after use.
After gripping the scepter, Jon felt the powerful magical power contained within it. He knew very well that once this magic was successfully used, his mental strength would be greatly consumed.
After determining the casting method, Jon directly and gently activated the magic book, preparing for the coming battle.
As the zombie horde continued to close in, Dark Sister in Jon's hand was raised high, and the energy of the light magic 'Halo' began to converge.
In a short while, the gem on the Dark Sister scepter began to emit a dazzling light. At this moment, the Dark Sister scepter was like a torch symbolizing victory in the dark night.
Suddenly, a huge ring of light erupted directly from the scepter, like a brilliant halo, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.
The Halo rotated continuously in the air, emitting a blinding light that illuminated the entire battlefield. This huge ring of light multiplied as it moved, like a spring made of light.
In the process of its continuous rotation, the halo seemed to have gained consciousness, surging toward the approaching zombie horde like a world-swallowing demonic serpent.
Under the impact of the Halo, the zombies were instantly blown to pieces. The bodies of those near the Halo were turned to ash under the roasting light, while those far from it were knocked over by the strong explosive shockwave.
When the dust settled, the entire battlefield was filled with a disgusting burnt smell. The zombies injured by the aftershocks emitted eerie howls, like suffering souls in hell.
As the explosive dust dissipated, the bright moonlight also revealed itself from behind the dark clouds.
Jon's tall and sturdy figure holding the scepter appeared increasingly holy in the eyes of everyone. The soldiers of the Northern Allied Forces were exceptionally excited.
Meanwhile, the Ironborn were scared out of their wits. They were terrified that Jon would cast magic on them in the next moment.
However, after casting such an A-rank spell, Jon could no longer use that power. But this didn't mean he was powerless; although he couldn't cast magic, his physical strength, comparable to a dragon's, was something ordinary people could not compete with at all.
"Long live! Long live Lord Aegon!"
"Lord Aegon is the true Son of God!"
"Long live!"
"For Lord Aegon!"
...After seeing Jon's extraordinary performance, these Northern soldiers were completely shocked. If before they had treated some of Jon's legends as exaggerated propaganda,
now, after seeing Jon's miraculous magic, these unruly Northern soldiers had completely begun to view him as a god.
Before Jon could even react, these soldiers split into two groups: one group rushed toward the dumbfounded Ironborn, while the other rushed toward the zombies that weren't quite dead yet.
When these zombies appeared, they all thought they were dead. But now, after seeing Jon's methods, they didn't know the meaning of fear.
Under the attack of the Northern soldiers' axes and greatswords, these remaining zombies were instantly turned into a pile of corpses.
After going through this baptism of terror, these Northern soldiers were surprised to find that these zombies were only slightly stronger than they were.
As long as three or four people worked together, these slow-moving fellows would soon be dismembered.
During this process, Jon also recovered from his initial state of mental exhaustion. Seeing that the battlefield situation had completely reversed,
Jon once again took out Dark Sister and Blackfyre from his item space. With the support of these two Targaryen ancestral swords, Jon began to advance toward the South Gate.
At this time, Theon and the other two on the South Gate tower also noticed Jon's appearance. Although Jon's appearance was somewhat different from before, their years of living together allowed Theon to recognize him at a glance.
"Is that the Aegon you've been constantly thinking about, Theon?"
Watching Jon, who was relentlessly chasing and slaughtering the routing troops, Sonia directly asked this question.
"I must kill him and make him regret provoking me, a Greyjoy. I am the most noble person; he is just a lowly bastard."
When Theon talked about Jon, his teeth-gritting expression made it seem as if he had a blood feud with Jon.
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