Erza and Amber both looked at Griffith with expressions like they were looking at fools...
"Hey, you guys, don't be disrespectful to Your Excellency the Knight, geez..." Lansada shouted. The sparkle in Erza's eyes glanced at him, and the trainee monk's speech immediately turned into a cooing sound.
Amber thought for a while and said to Griffith: "This won't work. The dead militiamen will be transformed into living corpses."
"It doesn't matter. There are defenses and medical staff here. We will try our best to treat them. As long as they survive, they will not be transformed. For the unfortunate dead, we will cremate them," Griffith said. After thinking for a while, he added, "My militia has no field capabilities, I know that."
Amber continued: "Human courage has its limits. They cannot hold on long after witnessing the casualties around them for a long time."
"So I built defenses and will soon put up arrow towers to maintain non-contact combat with the living zombies and minimize casualties."
Amber raised the third question: "Armed militiamen need a lot of money, right? The weapons will be broken, the shields will be damaged, and if you send them into battle, you can't help but give them some wine and rewards, right?"
This gets to the point.
Griffith sighed: "You are right. So I still have to reduce casualties as much as possible. In addition, I also need financial and material support. The upper city must leave me a channel for material transportation."
Erza raised her hand and stopped the two people talking: "Griffith, if you want to stay in the lower city and command the battle, that's really good. However, the war is coming, and I can't stay here for a long time. , it will be difficult for the former enemy committee to send out enough Beyonders to support you for the time being, only two or three people at most. You will be responsible for the lower city area with very little force, let’s call it the southern front.”
"It doesn't matter," Griffith replied. "If all the downtown areas are turned into living corpses, it will be a overwhelming zombie tide. It may not be safe for me to hide back in the uptown area. Oh, no, you should be there." fine."
Erza chuckled lightly: "Our enemies will not only be living corpses. Their sealed objects have not yet exerted their full power, and such a large-scale event must be commanded by powerful high-sequence monsters."
"Then I can't give up on the southern front," Griffith made up his mind and pounded the table. "Please let Amber support me. With her here, my side's combat power will be doubled."
Amber was very excited when she heard this. She immediately said: "Just let me stay, captain!"
"Okay." Erza nodded.
Griffith then thought for a while: "I know that the reserve team must be strong, concentrated, and reserved to deal with high-sequence enemies and command centers. But I still hope to be given some more ballistae and Beyonders. Lordes The Beyonder team includes my acquaintances Ophelia and Midian Maier. If we can get their support, a complete combat system will be formed on the southern front."
"I will fight for the ballista and the two Beyonders," Erza nodded and stood up, "Then, I will leave this place to you for the time being. If nothing can be done, you can retreat to the other side of the river and join me. ."
She said as she packed up her equipment.
Suddenly, an unusual wave of spiritual energy came.
At first it was just a stir and echo of psychic energy. However, in the blink of an eye, the extraordinary people present seemed to be facing a terrifying illusion.
That was the aura of disaster that Griffith was familiar with, which had appeared in Hepu Town.
The terrifying and sharp sound of the trumpet echoed in the distant air. Ordinary people are unaware of this.
Griffith and others immediately came to the top of the building and looked into the distance.
To the northwest of Raven, an extremely huge and unknown cloud appeared and spread towards the city. Under the gray sky, evil green light flickered, reflecting the dark clouds into terrifying colors. One can faintly hear the echoes of terrible inhuman terror.
Erza took out a disc inlaid with gems, held it in her hand, and poured spiritual energy into it.
"This is a sacred instrument that can only be driven by Sequence 7 spellcasters and Sequence 6 and above extraordinary people. They can share vision and sound," Erza said. "Lordes must have noticed the strange phenomenon in the distance. He was very We will use reconnaissance methods soon and share intelligence with us."
Sure enough, a clear image soon appeared on the disk.
That's the cemetery northwest of Raven.
At the end of the empty road, the desolate hills were shrouded in lavender clouds, accompanied by a strange green light that appeared and disappeared. A huge black building is standing there. It should be the large tomb of the cemetery. There seemed to be something twisted and crawling on the four corners and spire of the roof where the stone carvings should have been.
A cemetery that can provide a peaceful place for a large city like Raven naturally covers a large area. From the ubiquitous withered tree trunks, it can be seen that this place was once a peaceful green forest. Stone monuments stood among them, making people immersed in infinite nostalgia and tranquility.
But at this moment, the three-story tomb in the center of the cemetery has been corroded by some strange plant-like and tentacle-like substance. It is like a black palace, emitting a strange green light around it.
The trees, grassland and even stone monuments have disappeared, replaced by a layer of sticky black mud covering the ground. The black mud seemed to be alive, extending its tentacles around. Wherever it went, the soil under the tombstone began to squirm and swell, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
In a shrill and indescribable wail, a rotting corpse came to life.
Gloomy green fire flashed in its eye bones, it dug up the ground with its skeletal arms, opened its decaying mouth, and let out a silent roar.
Beside it, the black mud exploded into bubbles like exploding slurry, and groups of the dead shook their rotten bodies and crawled towards the ground.
The aura of corruption and thick sadness seemed to have turned into substance, and every extraordinary person could vaguely hear the endless screams echoing.
The image seemed to be shrouded in a faint layer of fog. There seems to be something terrible in the mysterious darkness and shadows.
"Don't use inspiration to explore the details of the image," Erza said hurriedly. "There may be terrifying existences hidden there. The Circle of True Knowledge will try to block its breath, but blind exploration may allow you to see indescribable horrors... …”
Before she could finish her words, everyone heard a scream.
Lansada was frothing at the mouth, fell down on the roof with a thud, and fainted. His inspiration seemed to be good, and his reckless observation led him to some kind of horrific scene that he had never witnessed before, which instantly knocked him down.
Far away from the large tomb chamber, the black mud squirmed violently, forming black towers like cysts. Evil green crystals condensed on the top of the tower, spinning rapidly amid bursts of buzzing.
Endless living corpses emerged from the ground. They were like a tide rushing down the hillside of Raven Cemetery, rushing towards the human city. Among them, there are also some huge or agile shadows.
"The Call of the Ancestor" has been activated.
An army of undead appeared.
The abnormality this time was different from that of Heura, but it was more frightening and difficult to understand.
Erza withdrew the projection and said to everyone: "I must return to the Mage Tower immediately. Griffith, I leave this place to you."
…
After Erza left, Griffith carried the fainted Lansada back to the conference room and issued orders to the heads of various departments to come over for the meeting.
Lanzada, who fainted, fell on the sofa with his eyes dazed, drooling from his mouth, and couldn't even move.
"Yeah, yeah, it's just him and the militiamen," Amber shook her head, "I don't know how long we can hold on."
Griffith was laughing softly, and he shook his head: "The zombie tide that appeared in Raven's Cemetery is not us. They will go straight to the most important mage tower and the upper city, cutting off reinforcements. Otherwise, the extraordinary ones will attack their flanks And disintegrate them.
"During this period, we may be attacked by some zombies. They should try to establish a base nearby to attack us."
"Living corpses also need a base?" Amber asked in surprise.
"Yes," Griffith pointed at the map, "Look, there are some small cemeteries and mass graves further south in the lower city. The Deathrattle Order will not let them go."
"Then we should destroy it immediately! We can't let them resurrect the living corpses there," Amber said, "Give me some militiamen, and I will take people to burn the place."
"I will go with you," Griffith said, "but we have to wait until the meeting is over and the locals can take on the defense. We wake up the novice monks first, and someone must be involved in the next work. "
The poor young man lay flat on the sofa like a dead fish.
"Lansada, get up quickly," Griffith poured some water on the face of the fainted novice.
"Novice Lansada Houston!"
"Hey my friend, wake up!"
Griffith raised his voice and slapped the novice monk hard on the face.
"You can't wake up like this after receiving a mental shock," Amber criticized with her arms folded. "You are just like the captain, you like to use physical means. At this time, you should try to infuse him with spiritual energy and fill his mind. Be like so!"
Amber said while gesturing with her fist wearing an adamantine gauntlet. The strong forearm was wrapped with electric light, and Griffith could even feel the whistling wind pressure and energy. It seemed that she was preparing to use this to infuse Lanzada with psychic energy...
"Don't do it, you'll kill someone!" Griffith hurriedly stopped her.
"Huh? What?" Lanzada opened his eyes in a daze and moved his lower lips slightly. He has a pair of beautiful violet eyes, and with his pale and delicate face, he looks a bit like a girl.
"What?" Griffith picked him up and sat him down on the sofa. "What? Why what?"
Without waiting for the novice monk to answer. Griffith raised his right hand and slapped it left and right on the face of the limp trainee monk who looked confused.
After being beaten, Lanzada sat up straight, put his hand on his head and said, "I'm a little dizzy~"
"You're not dizzy anymore~!" Amber shook her head, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"I, I saw something terrible!" Lansada said tremblingly, "But I can't describe it, I don't know what it was!"
"Whether you've woken up or not, there's no time for you to adjust now~" Griffith brought him a cup of black tea, "Prepare yourself, we have work to do."
As soon as these words came out, Griffith felt a strange sense of déjà vu. It was as if the scene and conversation just now had happened before.
