The living corpses moved in waves again. Their goals were extremely clear, and they didn't care about the fleeing citizens, but charged directly towards the armored cavalry.
There is a commander, and besides the stitch monster just now, there is another commander.
Griffith flicked his head on the tip of the gun, jumped into the pool, and rushed toward the corpses.
The war horse jumped down from the pool and smashed into the dense group of corpses, making a series of shattering and crackling sounds in the flash of ice blue light. Broken ice shields, shattered lances flying, broken bones and internal organs flying with blood and water.
Griffith drew his sword and slashed at the living corpses that were rushing toward him. These putrid monsters have no concept of fear at all. After one group was knocked away by the ice shield, another group immediately swarmed up.
He used his horse sword and iron hoofs to wreak havoc among the corpses. The blade of the sword split the black and smelly skull to the left, stirring up a pool of corpse liquid. Then he slashed with the sword to the right. Amidst a tooth-itching impact, the blade of the sword struck a dead gray color. His bones cracked and bounced onto his helmet, grazing a streak of fire.
Griffith threw down his sword and drew out the cavalry shield on the saddle and swiped it. Without even seeing what he hit, there was a dense sound of rain hitting the roof.
After a few breaths, he rode through the group of corpses alone and rushed back to the stone bridge across the river in the blink of an eye. The silver breastplate has been covered with black and red minced meat, and green and white corpse liquid is slowly dripping. He looked at the half-broken gun in his hand, threw it to the ground, and reached out to draw the sword from his waist.
The sword made by Fan Tie was unsheathed, and it buzzed like a magic weapon, attracting the attention of the audience to focus on the sword's edge. Under the dark sky, the blade of the sword glistened with blood. He raised his sword again and let out a soul-shaking cry:
"Follow me to attack!"
"Attack!" The young monk who took the lead shouted together with his militiamen, rushing towards the corpse tide from all directions.
The civilians who were running around in the square actually turned around and took shovels, wooden sticks and even bricks to rush at the horrific group of corpses.
The densely packed undead creatures visibly stopped for a moment. Some of them turned around and prepared to kill civilians, while others stopped in place and did not move.
Griffith immediately imbued the pendant with psychic energy, using the Insight Crystal to observe nearby psychic ripples. He prayed to the Queen of Silver Moon and Starlight, asking her to bless his vision and battle.
Sure enough, a spiderweb-like black line extended towards a roof on the side of the square. In the dark corner, someone is watching the battle here.
"Got you!"
The frost was cast into shape, embodying the sharp ice spear in Griffith's hands.
He turned the horse's head and charged towards the roof, then threw the ice gun in his hand like lightning with his galloping horse speed.
"Bang!"
The screaming ice gun penetrated the chimney, and the leader hiding behind screamed and flew backwards together with a large piece of gravel and ice.
…
"Put down your weapons!" The extraordinary man dressed as a monk raised his staff and pointed at the envoy who fell from the roof and fell to the ground, and ordered loudly, "Put down your weapons and surrender to us!"
The leader hidden under the black robe did not listen to his persuasion to surrender, and suddenly screamed and pounced on him.
The extraordinary man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took his staff back to resist.
A gust of wind blew past, and the extraordinary man was hit hard and fell to the ground. He hurriedly got up and saw a headless corpse pressing on him. There were neat cuts on the neck, and green pus was flowing out of the putrid flesh.
"Uh!" He hurriedly pushed the body away and crawled back with his hands on the ground. Only then did he see the mighty armored knight passing by him on horseback, and his indifferent and cold eyes glanced at him.
The Extraordinary One suddenly trembled, as if death and cold were choking his throat, unable to move.
This terrifying sight flashed past. The armored knight passed by him in the blink of an eye and rushed back to the square where the fierce battle was taking place.
…
The living zombies who lost their commander became complete monsters, and they began to attack the humans around them desperately. But after Griffith joined the battle, he and the resisters annihilated these monsters in a blink of an eye.
Piles of corpses were stacked in the square, and the injured who were still alive were wailing. Griffith observed the scene and found that the militiamen and citizens who had not escaped were treating the injured and patching up the damaged but not dead living corpses.
He looked again at the completely dead monster beside the horse's hooves.
They were wearing ragged and tattered linen clothes, and their faces were ferocious and decayed. In addition to the nauseating stench of corpses, there was also the stench of sewer feces.
These people who were transformed into living corpses must have been homeless people who once lived in the sewers. They are poor people who are not registered on any documents and no one pays attention to them. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how the living corpses could suddenly have such a large scale without the locals being aware of it. If so many ordinary citizens were transformed and killed beforehand, Raven would not be able to hide it no matter how hard they tried to hide it.
At this time, the extraordinary person hurried over. He was holding the battle staff that looked useless, panting from exhaustion.
Griffith sheathed his sword and asked the Extraordinary beside him: "I am Griffith Brandon, captain of the reserve assault squadron, and special investigator of Beyeland. What is your name? Friar."
"Lansada Houston, I am the trainee monk, Sequence 9 'Messenger', Your Excellency the Knight!" the trainee monk said excitedly.
Oh it's you. Griffith immediately took a closer look at him.
The novice monk's short golden hair was stained with blood and minced meat, and his violet eyes stared at Griffith's strong breastplate and bloody scabbard, his eyes a little fearful but sparkling. Judging from his appearance, he was less than fifteen years old, about the same age as Pasio of Verona, and a newcomer with little qualifications.
"Aren't you investigating in Raven's Cemetery?" Griffith asked.
"That was the first stage of my investigation," said the novice monk. "I found that the living corpses at the beginning might have been made from corpses that had been buried underground, but as the investigation deepened, I found that they were made by killing Living people can create the same kind faster."
He was panting heavily, and it seemed that his physique was still far behind those monsters who claimed to be priests but were actually strong enough to kill a bear. After calming down for a while, he finally began to speak smoothly and clearly:
"I found that the movement of living corpses still consumes money. The more flesh and blood they have, the stronger their bodies are, and the more powerful and agile they are. Although the corpses in the grave can also get up on their own and become living corpses, they are obviously weaker.
"I speculate that the flesh, blood and energy contained in the human body as the material of living corpses are the driving force for their actions; if you want to resurrect the decayed skeletons, more external resources must be consumed, and the supplies of cultists cannot be endless. They're definitely going to try to create new zombies in the unnoticed downtown area, so I'm here.
"I've only been here for two days when I encountered the situation just now."
Yes, a reliable and thoughtful guy. Griffith nodded and then asked: "Who is your superior?"
"I am on tour in Revan's Holy Light Order, and I am not directly taking orders from anyone at the moment."
"Okay, Lanzada, I need your help." Griffith was very satisfied with the situation. "You have also seen that the Beyonders are not powerful enough to cover the lower city. I will stay here and try to organize Can you assist me with local defense?"
"With pleasure, knight." The trainee monk said excitedly, "You are the only commander here to support me. I sent a request for help to the Mage Tower and the Holy Light Order, but their reply was either that they didn't have time or not. There’s no manpower.”
"The Order doesn't have any manpower?" Griffith asked in surprise.
Raven is a big city. In addition to the extraordinary people who directly belong to the official government and the Mage Tower, there will also be some low-sequence monks in the religious orders of the local gods. They do not need to participate in secular affairs and vigilance at ordinary times, but they are an important force in times of crisis. . The Holy Light Order is the main religion, and their power is relatively strong.
"Yes," Lanzada said regretfully, "I heard that after the old bishop here, Mr. Kelian, was transferred, the activities of the local religious order have been relatively chaotic, and there was a fire recently."
Raven's Order, the fire...could it be clearing up clues about Krista? No, it's been so long, they should have finished cleaning up by now.
"Where is the headquarters of the Order?" Griffith asked.
"It's not far away on the other side of the river, to the east of the upper city."
Okay, it seems I don’t have time to find out what’s going on. Griffith was a little regretful but had no choice. He said to the novice monk: "Take me to see the administrator here. We have to mobilize all militia and armed forces."
The administrative hall of Xiacheng District is near the square where the attack just occurred. In this urban area, there should theoretically be a district mayor responsible for civil affairs and a sheriff responsible for the militia. They seemed to have received some news and the martial law order. A large group of people huddled in the conference room like quails, frightened half to death by the attack just now.
Soon, they saw the Lord Knight, who had just been invincible in the zombie wave, push open the door and walk towards them.
Griffith glanced at the room full of people and shouted sharply:
"Where are the district chief and the sheriff?"
A middle-aged warrior in the crowd immediately ran over and reported:
"The humble position is Herod, the Sheriff of the Lower City District. On the order of the district chief, he is leading the militia to strengthen the city defense here."
"Where's the district chief?"
"The district mayor is gone. The two town mayors and the district financial officer are now in charge of civil affairs." The sheriff pointed to the three people in the crowd who were at a loss.
It’s okay, the main people are still there, and there’s still hope.
Griffith showed his authorization document and said:
"I am Special Investigator Griffith, Captain of the Reserve Assault Squadron. According to Beyeland's appointment, from now on I will take over the martial law work in the lower city. Give me your map, organization and equipment immediately. Sound the alarm and call all community leaders to come and see us.”
The sheriff and several officials only had time to take a glance, and asked in surprise after hearing this:
"No, don't you want to repair the city wall? We received an order from the city hall to enforce martial law, and then repair the city wall to prevent monsters from running in."
"If you think the city wall can block the sewer, then I agree with you to continue this work," Griffith's eyes swept across everyone like a razor blade, "Can it be blocked?"
"Can't, right?"
"Then sound the alarm. More living zombies will definitely continue to attack the residents here until everyone is transformed into monsters."
…
Several messengers were sent in the direction of the Mage Tower to ask for help. Griffith sat down directly in the center of the conference room, Lanzada never leaving his side.
After briefly checking the map and manpower situation, Griffith marked some locations on the map, and then began to issue commands:
"My first order is for all civilians to bring their own clothes and food and gather at the city square, municipal public school and chapel or temple of each religious order designated by me according to the distance."
The people present immediately jumped up and said in a hurry:
"What should I do if I'm attacked by a monster?"
“What about food and accommodation?”
“There’s no room for so many people there!”
"Many people will stay at home and not leave."
Lanzada stared at Griffith with violet eyes, obviously curious about the answers to these questions.
Griffith stood up and said to everyone:
"First of all, it is impossible for the fortifications to cover the entire city in a short period of time. The living zombies will attack the residents here. After killing them, they will transform into the same monsters. Only after gathering the residents can I protect them;
“Secondly, it’s warm spring now and it won’t freeze to death. I will contact Beyeland to provide food. We have made preparations before coming here;
"Finally, if someone stays at home, just let them go. You declare my will. The knights from Bijelan only protect those who accept the order, and only distribute food to those who gather here."
This answer sounds okay and seems to have been prepared for it. Although everyone still had doubts, the uneasiness and discussion were suppressed somewhat.
Griffith looked at everyone and suddenly showed a strange smile: "If you are free, you can explain my intentions to the people you meet, which should help your work.
"Then that's——
"I, as an officer sent by Bayeran, am not here to be a saint and protect all citizens. I am here to race."
Everyone present was stunned for a moment.
Lanzada thought for a while and asked for everyone: "What are you racing with?"
Griffith pulled out a gleaming dagger and said slowly:
"It was me who gathered the troops quickly to kill the living corpses."
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the dagger at a big rat in the corner of the conference room, nailed it to the floor, and then continued:
"The residents here are turned into living corpses faster."
