Militiamen took advantage of the lull in the fighting to rush to repair and reinforce the damaged walls. Following the instructions, they even applied a thick layer of wet mud to the wooden walls and then dug a trench outside the walls. The transported trebuchets were also piled aside, ready to be erected later.
The danger lies just a few hundred meters away from them.
Shattered, broken figures left the ruins and the shadows of the rocks began to gather. They stood sluggishly, staring at the barriers guarded by the living with their eye sockets shining with pale green light.
All the living corpses near Raven's Cemetery seemed to have mobilized, with only a few scattered ones walking aimlessly on the plains further away. After finding that the hasty attack was useless, the entity that had not shown up so far began to concentrate its forces and prepare to launch a zombie tide that would devour everything.
"Tell me about your plan," Ophelia said, "This place is still three miles away from the tomb, far beyond the range of the trebuchet, and the troops and building materials in the camp are not enough to extend the defense line. What are you going to do next?”
Griffith observed the enemy's actions, pointed to the distance and said to his companions:
“See that crystal tower to the northeast over there?
"As Ophelia said, it can be seen from the flow of psychic ripples that these buildings are mostly the center of the black mud that extends to the east and south and transports energy. We set up a trebuchet in the camp and struck it from a distance. them."
Everyone looked there together and found that there was indeed a black tower with green light in the distance.
"This thing does seem to be an important facility, but the distance is too far, half a mile, right?" Midian Maier made a rough calculation, "This is almost the limit of the trebuchet's range, and it is impossible for the militia's shots to hit it. middle."
"It's better if you don't hit it!"
Griffith laughed and drew a sketch on the ground with his sword:
"If we demolish it in a few moments, the cultists will definitely feel heartbroken, but that's it. If we fire a round of fire every once in a while, the meaning of the barrier and shelling will become a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the cultists. They will definitely find ways to eliminate this threat.
“We have limited supplies and time and will not adopt a slow-advance tactic, but that is not the case from the enemy’s perspective.
"There is a leader on the cult side who is familiar with the tactics of Beyelan's army. I even suspect that Saffirion has defected to the enemy. He is an experienced knight. His situation is unknown and contact has been lost.
"We transport by river, and the sudden appearance here has greatly surprised the enemy. From a tactical point of view, the barrier on the river bank is indeed a potential threat to the tomb. They will definitely see us establishing a strong position. They will prevent us from using Bijeran's traditional tactics and solid barriers to step by step pressure on the large tomb nest, or cover the slow advance of the trebuchets.
"Soon, the main force of living corpses in this area will gather. The cult group once lost a nest due to my attack, and there are commanders who are familiar with our army's tactics and will not let our barrier exist."
"Are we going to hold on here?" Lanzada asked.
"Hold on, that's it. We have to thwart another enemy attack and kill a few leaders. In this way, the cult group will know how powerful we are and be forced to stop to regroup and wait for reinforcements," Griffiths Said, "Then, Lanzada, you and the militia stay, continue to strengthen the position to delay, and conduct shelling from time to time.
“During this period, the four of us will hide and rush towards the direction of the tomb chamber, where defenses will inevitably be empty. We will attack the leader of the undead creatures and destroy their command center.
After hearing this plan, everyone fell silent for a moment.
"You are too courageous. Even if there is no defense in that tomb, there may still be a Sequence 6 monster guarding it." Ophelia shook her head, "But if there are only four of us, we can retreat quickly even if the battle is unfavorable. If we can kill it Sequence 6 will be a big gain, I agree.”
"I also agree," Amber said, "We must try our best to draw out the undead officers in the next round of battle and eliminate them to reduce the defensive pressure on the militia."
Midianmaiya thought for a while: "I have no objection. The purpose of the barrier is to contain and consume the zombie tide. Our real target is the enemy's command center."
Seeing that no one had any objections, Griffith got on his horse and deployed the streamer shield for defense.
"The second round of attacks will come soon. I will delay their attack and lure the leader of the cultists to appear. Once I shake my spear or sword, it means the time has come. Please support me."
Griffith put down his visor, nodded to his comrades, then jumped on his horse and rushed out of the barrier with a gun.
He crossed the open space between the two armies and approached the group of corpses. The gathering living corpses immediately changed direction and surrounded them in a ring.
Griffith raised his three-meter lance and stabbed the living corpses head-on. One blow penetrated through four or five rotting bodies. The cavalry rushed through the group of corpses and forcibly stepped out of a path in the swirling icy light.
The incoming tide of corpses was crushed head-on by iron hooves. Griffith continued to control the speed and direction of the horse, pulling to the flanks while rotating the lance to continuously knock down the approaching living corpses.
The living corpses that were still gathering moved like an avalanche, densely surrounding them from all sides.
Griffith took them in a few circles and then fled towards his position. The undead creatures that were still gathering were chasing him in groups. Several powerful auras also showed their traces.
An acid monster came over from the side. The carrion all over its body was trembling, and it was spraying acid as it ran. The green acid clings to the body of the living corpse, and as soon as it touches the body, it emits hissing smoke and corrodes crazily.
However, even if this monster broke its legs, it could not catch up with the cavalry, and was soon far behind.
The power of this acid monster is good, but its movement speed is too slow, and it is not worth mentioning in front of the regular army. Griffith commented in his mind, not caring about the threat of slow speed.
Griffith felt ready to use his horse speed to quickly distance himself from the group of corpses, and prepared to attack again from a different angle near the barrier. Suddenly, he felt that the air around him began to surge with a cold, viscous atmosphere, and then, a group of dark green mist gradually formed, quickly condensing into water droplets floating in the air.
Five cultists wearing black robes suddenly appeared in this green mist. The moment they appeared, Griffith felt abnormal blockage and stiffness all over his body, as if he and the horse were bound by invisible chains.
The spell casters among the cultists finally couldn't bear it any longer and launched an attack themselves. The acid monster took the opportunity to close the distance and was about to explode around him.
Acolytes of the cultists, very good, just waiting for you! Griffith immediately shook his lance.
Ophelia raised her strong bow on the arrow tower and shot a beam of silver light, which penetrated the acid monster's thigh and knocked it to the ground. The monster that had been ready to attack exploded with a "bang". The acid splashed onto the skeletons and zombies behind, corroding a large area of them.
Griffith glanced at the acid liquid in the sky, mobilized his blood energy, and the stagnant power immediately disappeared.
A golden flash of light had already cut in from the left side of the battlefield and rushed towards the position of the acolyte.
Amber deliberately made a large circle, using his high-speed maneuvers to avoid the large number of living corpses, and suddenly appeared near an acolyte.
Seeing that they were about to be attacked, the acolytes stopped collectively. Magic wands suddenly appeared in their skinny hands. The belts and accessories on their robes also burst into bursts of light, forming a high-speed chanting spell.
Amber immediately felt that her actions became extremely jerky, as if she was stuck in an invisible quagmire, unable to move even an inch.
However, this state only lasted for two seconds before losing its effect.
Midianmaia was approaching quickly. He carried a large shield on his shoulders, and every step he took was as flawless as a rock. His aura was as majestic as an infantry formation advancing layer by layer.
His armor glowed with red blood as he advanced. This light was vaguely connected to Amber, and it actually dispelled the spell that trapped her.
Amber, who broke free from control, swung out an attack. The golden thunderbolt struck like a long knife, and the head of the acolyte who was attacked flew out together with his robe.
The cultists who were attacked suddenly twisted and twitched under their cloaks. Three of them crawled down from their human standing postures and pounced on them like wild beasts, tearing off all fours.
Their hidden figures swelled rapidly, and pieces of deformed flesh and bone spurs protruded outwards, tearing their robes apart, revealing their completely twisted corpse-like faces. One of them had a triangular head like a jackal, and his hands had mutated like the limbs of a beast, growing sharp claws, and his movement speed accelerated to an inhuman level in an instant.
The bodies of the other two cultists swelled rapidly like water-filled balloons, one grew into four huge arms, and the other spewed acid from its flesh.
Three of these four cultists mutated into ghouls, stitch monsters, and acid monsters! Their size is far greater than that of their kind, and their psychic aura is even greater.
The remaining acolyte waved his wand and disappeared in the smoke in an instant.
The ghoul was extremely fast, following Amber's flickering figure with a rustle of footsteps.
Are you going to deal with us separately? Griffith, who was galloping, raised his hand and shouted to everyone: "Each of us will attack them and smash them."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amber was wrapped in a silver-white ice shield and stopped. As soon as she stood still, the ghoul's claws were already whizzing towards her.
The blow was blocked by the ice shield. Amber blocked the ghoul's attack and twisted its arm off with a single twist of her backhand. She was about to snap the monster's neck when a huge force ripped the ghoul from her hands.
The Stitch Monster threw the chain from a distance, hooked the ghoul accurately and pulled it back from danger.
At the same time, the acid monster squatted down with his head in his hands, his hands and feet hugging his curly body, and rolled towards Amber like a meat ball. It was huge, rolled extremely quickly, made a loud roar, and spilled green acid along the way. The acid splashed onto the black mud and rotting corpses, immediately emitting foul-smelling and irritating smoke.
Griffith was blocking the surging tide of corpses. He couldn't help his companions for a while, and watched the acid flesh ball rolling towards Amber and Midianmaia.
"Amber, hide behind me," Midianmaiya whispered, raising his shield to face the rolling meat ball, standing as tall as a mountain, "I count to three, and it will explode."
"Its acid can corrode metal." Amber glanced at the rolling monster in surprise.
Before she finished speaking, an explosive roar sounded in the air. A feathered arrow flew out from the arrow tower in the distance and headed straight for the acid monster.
This arrow is dim and lacks speed at first glance. However, the arrow shaft turned into fly ash and smoke on its own during flight, leaving only the wolf-like black arrow that continued to accelerate, penetrate the air and set off a vortex-like cyclone.
The huge acid monster is rolling towards me with an astonishing momentum that fills the field of vision. The black arrow suddenly penetrated its swollen carrion. The swollen body actually undulated violently like waves.
Suddenly, the acid monster's body collapsed, as if it had been drained of body fluids and gas, and its folds shriveled up.
"Get down!" Midianmaiya shouted, holding the big shield with both hands and kneeling down on one knee.
A deafening explosion struck immediately, and overwhelming acid sprayed toward the black earth. The living corpses running nearby were caught in the explosion and turned into pieces.
It took a while for the ringing in the ears and the shaking of the earth to stop. Medianmaia raised his shield and stood up steadily, shook his body to shake off the dust and broken limbs, and then said slowly: "Three."
