A large number of living corpses mixed with a small number of ghouls rushed towards the barricades that had been built and the defenders hiding behind. The alienated fangs and claws of these monsters are their weapons. Their rotten and broken bodies are not afraid of being cut by guns and bayonets. As long as they don't hit their vital organs or heads, they will keep fighting.
Very good cannon fodder! Griffith involuntarily squinted his eyes to observe the combat patterns of these monsters. Not long ago, they were ordinary people without training, but after being infected and dying, they immediately became cannon fodder fearless of death, without fear or mercy.
If I could have an army like this...
"Griffith!" Amber smashed a ghoul with all her strength and shouted to the would-be knight, "Come and help us, we can't hold it anymore!"
This cry woke up Griffith, who was suffering from occupational diseases.
There were so many living corpses, and they came very quickly, and they rushed to the barricade in the blink of an eye. The hastily assembled defenders were no match for them, and Amber alone could not hold the broad front.
In less than two minutes, the living corpses had already broken through the defenses of the barricade. At first, the defenders could stand high and stab them with weapons to stop them, but once the zombies were at the same height as them, the morale of the defenders immediately collapsed.
"ah!"
A port guard was grabbed by the barrel of his gun and thrown down. He fell into the group of living corpses below and was torn into pieces in an instant.
Griffith hurriedly drew his sword and rushed forward, rushed towards a breach, killed a ghoul with one sword, and then swept a group of living corpses off the barricade with his shield.
Several breaches were quickly opened in the barricade, and it won't take long for this area to be breached.
"We can't hold it anymore! Retreat!" Griffith took Amber's arm and pulled her back from the zombie tide. "Go to the back and light this place on fire. I'll buy a little more time!"
Amber's blue eyes flashed with worry and rejection.
"Execution," Griffith snapped, "I can get out."
The situation no longer allowed Amber to hesitate. She looked deeply at Griffith and rushed back quickly.
The guards withdrew in an instant. Griffith dashed left and right on the barricade, attacking the monsters that were coming his way.
Soon, there was no one alive on the barricade except Griffith. His front, back, left and right are covered with bloody claws and fangs, all supported by his own armor and shield.
The solid ice shield covered his body and exploded under a series of attacks. He used the shield of the Silver Oak Leaf Knight's Eagle Badge to fill the gap where the runes had not yet formed a new ice shield defense. Even so, he couldn't stop the tide of enemies, and could only use freezing nova and slowing potions to delay their siege.
My play style is wrong! Although the ice shield can kill and repel them in a large area, as long as I am trapped by them, I am too passive during the cooldown interval.
Griffith reviewed while fighting, and the situation became worse and worse.
Under the intensive attack, he continued to use rune spells, his mental power was rapidly consumed, and waves of dizziness came over him. Soon, he was wielding his sword and buckler blindly. Groups of zombies surrounded him from behind.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a ignited arrow shot over and hit a bookcase at Griffith's feet. This was followed by a volley of ignited rockets. A few arrows even hit his breastplate with a dull sound.
finally come! Griffith rushed directly into the group of corpses to hide himself, turned into a ball of flying bats and disappeared into the endless tide of corpses, escaping to one side through the gap.
Dense rockets came one after another. The kerosene on the arrows caused the flames to spread, and the barricade made entirely of wood soon turned into a ball of flames.
Griffith, who transformed into a bat, crossed the battlefield and was about to escape to the rear. Suddenly, he felt a chaotic and indescribable atmosphere and presence...
This is a mysterious aura mixed with blood, and a vast and endless amazing vitality. The indecipherable murmurs seemed to invite him to join them and embrace the unknown and endless power.
Griffith, who transformed into the blood bat storm, felt that he was almost torn apart, and extremely noisy murmurs filled his brain. This is a situation that has never been experienced during the execution of Blood Bat Storm.
His mental power was draining away at an alarming rate.
A group of bats hurriedly fled into a deserted corner nearby and gathered into a figure.
"Bang!"
Griffith landed on his face and was thrown to pieces. He escaped, but his mental energy was consumed a lot by the continuous bat form and abnormal state. Even flying a short distance was very tiring. He almost lost consciousness as soon as he landed on the ground. He could only struggle to crawl out, hoping that someone could find him.
The barricade had been reduced to a wall of fire, but there were still gaps left unblocked. Some of the living corpses that had crossed the fire wall and those that were still alive after being set on fire immediately noticed Griffith and rushed towards him howling. Burned by the waves of fire, the hastily built barricades even collapsed along with the iron fences.
Amber, who had been anxiously searching for her companions, noticed his critical situation. Her boots were immediately surrounded by the strong wind, drawing a shadow and rushed to rescue Griffith. But a group of ghouls were not afraid of the fire and jumped over the crumbling fire wall and plunged directly between the two of them.
Head, my head hurts! I can't move my body.
How can you feel so uncomfortable after your mental energy is exhausted?
Griffith crawled on the ground, his body as heavy as lead. His eyes were confused, drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was twitching.
Oh, it feels so bad, I need more psychic powers!
Griffith's throat was extremely thirsty and bitter, and he even began to feel that blood was a delicious thing that he needed to drink. He crawled toward Amber desperately.
The ground was shaking, and the living corpses from the entire port seemed to be gathering. They are like black tides, rushing towards the exit from the embankments and trestles.
There is a faint and terrifying will watching these merciless monsters, driving them to bring endless death and terror.
"Griffith, come here, don't stop!" Amber exclaimed. She watched the zombie wave rush towards Griffith, but she was blocked by groups of living corpses and swift ghouls, and she couldn't catch up for a while.
The survivors present were frightened by the overwhelming tide of corpses. Faced with a nightmare scene they had never seen before, they screamed together in despair. Many people began to ignore the obstruction and turned around to attack the iron gate behind them, trying to escape.
At this moment, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and the terrifying sonic booms and whistling roars that tore through the air came from far to near.
The civilians, who had never heard such a sound before, let out even more earth-shattering screams, instinctively feeling that the end was coming.
Thunder rolled in the sky, pressing down with terrifying momentum.
"Hahahaha, hahahahaha!"
Amidst the screams of the survivors and the roar of the corpse tide, Griffith suddenly threw his head back and laughed. Although he wasn't sure what was going to happen, every cell was telling him -
There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!
Every fiber of Griffith's nerves cheered.
A bright bolt of lightning fell to the ground, and the silver whip of lightning swept across with unstoppable power, exploding a dazzling silver light among the surging living corpses, creating a ring-shaped impact. The living corpses and ghouls swept away by the shock wave and light immediately turned into charcoal and were destroyed in the strong wind.
At the center of the cathartic storm and dazzling thunder and lightning, a heroic young woman was kneeling on one knee.
She descends from thunder and sky. The silver arc is her servant, shouting for her arrival! Bursts of thunder and sonic boom followed her figure late, and she could only declare her presence with a loud bang.
She slowly opened her eyes. Her flaming red hair was tied into a long ponytail flying in the strong wind. Her black combat uniform with red stripes and golden breastplate and greaves were flashing with a bright golden halo. The holy spear and spear in her hand were shining brightly. The golden round shield was wrapped with lightning.
As she stood up and looked around, the wind and thunder condensed into white and blue crystal barriers to guard her, as majestic as a mythical hero.
"Captain!" Amber exclaimed.
The Sequence 6 Transcendent, the Edge of Light and Shadow, Erza Valkyrie has arrived.
She is beautiful and noble, powerful and fierce, standing proudly like the embodiment of thunder, fire and wind in the mortal world. The golden holy spear cheered to her, venting the unbearable pressure to the world.
She noticed the familiar comrade at her feet, with a hint of smile in her arrogant expression, and slapped Griffith's face left and right with the holy spear.
"Long time no see, little minion."
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"Captain!" Griffith struggled to stand up, but the strong dizziness immediately brought him down.
"Lie down." Erza waved to the back, asking Amber to step back and face the tumbling tide of corpses alone.
The barricades had crumbled into ashes and ruins. Hordes of living zombies are jumping over the obstacles, coming like a tide, and will soon devour them.
Erza's breath and light suddenly converged, and the air that was surging with wind and thunder a moment ago suddenly stagnated, but the golden holy spear in her hand pulsed with astonishing momentum.
The electric current sent out tremors and roars that tore through the air on the gun blade. As she raised the holy gun and assumed a projection posture, the suffocating pressure almost pushed Griffith to the ground.
The spear-wielding transcendent and the golden spear turned into a blade of light that could not be seen directly, as if the embodiment of pure power.
"Attack the sacred weapon in a military range, launch the bombardment mode, and start the countdown.
"The true name is liberated,
"Holy Lance Valencinus, listen to the words from Erza Valkyrie,
"I identify the enemy of light and shadow as the blade!
"Entry of the Gods into Valhalla!"
Her words are the trumpets of destruction. Erza threw a glorious blow at the tide of blood and black zombies.
Lightning struck down towards the tide of corpses, like a giant sword raising up fragments of limbs and blood mist all over the sky. The living corpses everywhere they went turned into dust and scattered. There is a silver arc curling around the periphery of the devastating lightning blade, like a long whip whipping a living corpse into pieces, and then it splits into two currents and sweeps towards the vicinity, jumping among the living corpses, two giving birth to four, Four creatures and eight, eventually turning into a dense power grid covering the entire group of corpses.
From the port exit to the seaside, the black living corpses were flattened by one blow, turned into black coke, and shattered in the wind. Those sharp and swift ghouls were swept by the light blade and shattered into pieces that filled the sky and rained down on the earth.
