"Trolls, trolls who are worse than militiamen, actually stand in front of the regular army..."
Griffith's eyes suddenly changed. He had used the charge of the self-destructing ball to clear a path and disperse the enemies near Erza. The zombie wave suffered heavy losses, but they still followed the human troops who were fighting and retreating in pursuit.
But at this moment, the troll stood up. They had no heavy armor or shields, so they faced the dangerous explosion of bone-eroding acid with their flesh and blood. In just one round of hedging, the self-destructing ball can wipe out the troll.
However, these trolls hung some bulging linen bags on their chests, filled them with dark metal balls, and rushed into the space between the undead creatures and human troops without hesitation, even frantically crashing into the self-destructing balls!
"spread--!"
Griffith hurriedly issued an order and decisively gave up chasing the enemy who was close at hand. At the same time, he gathered the remaining living corpses and gathered them towards him.
The fighting spirit of these trolls has gone beyond the scope of courage. They are clearly controlled, and their flesh, flesh and consciousness have reached the critical point of collapse.
perish together!
Self-destruction versus self-destruction!
All the troll warriors who came up roared and opened their linen bags. The black iron bombs that had lit the match ropes exploded into pieces together with their bodies.
Dull roars came one after another, and the self-destructing balls also detonated at the same time. The flying flesh and blood frenzy was also mixed with large and small grenades, flying out like dandelions.
A large group of self-destructing balls that had no time to disperse or explode were instantly wiped out. The shock wave of the explosion directly engulfed Griffith's corpse wave, and then wiped out all creatures within the killing radius.
Burning minced meat flew everywhere, and was torn to pieces by another round of explosions before it even hit the ground.
The scraps of flesh and blood were blasted into the sky, falling into a thick black rain, and fell into the dense pits on the ground to form a quagmire.
Griffith felt his mind go blank for a while. Hundreds of self-destructing balls disappeared into thin air. The number of casualties and blood pressure soared instantly. The troll's human bomb not only blew up all the self-destructing balls he used for assault, but also blew up all the living corpses that were used as human shields along the way.
"Warning, warning," Minos's casualty statistics trembled in his head, "the combat unit has suffered huge losses, and the commander needs to regroup the troops."
There was no time to build a new undead army, and there was an irreparable force vacuum in his hands.
Calm down, in short, calm down first, ask the invincible Erza first, we may not be able to fight together... Griffith calmed down and looked sideways.
Erza's face is paler than his...
The extraordinary characteristics on the verge of losing control and the divine power that overrides her will are tormenting her. The characteristics of a demon hunter gave her an extraordinary body, but it did not bring resistance against high-level mysteries.
Noticing Griffith looking at her, Erza gently pulled down her cloak: "Your troops~"
"Almost dead..." Griffith rubbed his forehead, picked up Erza first and put her on the skeleton army horse, "But it doesn't matter, I will be able to regroup the troops soon."
"Oh..." Huntress smiled softly, "So this is your authority——
"It can efficiently replenish battle losses that other commanders cannot inflict."
"..." Griffith's blood pressure increased, "I just need a little time."
Commodus was staring at them, and the Praetorian Guards were already outflanking them from both sides.
“The victory has been decided.
“The authority of God’s hand is not the only factor that determines victory or defeat.
“Human beings’ understanding and use of power is the key to victory.
"I am above you all."
Commodus waved his hand, and dozens more troll warriors came out. The Beyonders and the Imperial Guards surrounded the two wings, and pressed towards Griffith with thunderous momentum!
In Commodus's plan, the expedition to the south was to seek opportunities for decisive battles with other gods. He has many troll servants and a loyal army, and he is fully confident whether he is defeating the Hand of God face to face or searching for the power in the ruins.
The winner has been decided, Erza's attributes have been restrained, and Griffith's army has been wiped out.
Being able to surround the hands of two gods at once, with such good luck, there is nothing to hesitate about, you must win it immediately!
"Come on, little minion," Erza wanted to get off the horse, "I can use the mythical form again."
However, Griffith did not let go, but hugged her tighter.
"Not in a hurry."
He rode on horseback, facing the enemy troops that were gathering in darkness, without breaking through or counterattacking.
He still has a backup plan. In his current state, how can he be worthy of this king's army... Commodus shouted urgently:
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled, which was even more violent than the series of explosions during the previous battle.
Some kind of chant-like sound appeared in the rumble of the ground, and an indescribable horror spread to the world.
Griffith's backhand is activated!
The earth suddenly cracked, and a huge, indescribable black shadow broke out of the ground.
First there was a pile of surging tentacles, growing on the soft and smooth gray-black bag-like body... In addition to the pile of stretched and curled tentacles, there was a lump at the front of the thing that dominated this terrifying, terrifying thing. A disgusting creature.
Earth-burrowing demonic insect!
Seeing this horrific scene, Commodus's army was frightened. However, they were strong warriors and their minds withstood the impact.
The huge undead creature twisted wildly on the surface, and the lumps tore open amidst the abnormal sound, revealing mouthparts like petals. In the weird roar that penetrated directly into the soul, overwhelming black and yellow pieces of meat were sprayed into the sky.
The pieces of black and yellow flesh fell to the ground, and a group of ferocious and rotten zombies stood up, clustered around the skeletons of the army and horses. As the death knight raised his hand and pointed, he immediately rushed towards the advancing guards and started fighting.
Griffith rode his horse and stood amid this chaos and madness, walked slowly towards the mouthparts of the earth-boring demon, and looked back at the Kingslayer:
“I learned how to be a shotgun, and then I learned about self-destructing balls…
"Your Highness, if you use the tactics of a general to deal with him, be careful of falling to the dark side."
A cold light flashed in Commodus' eyes:
"It's just a ground worm, soldiers, kill this couple.
"Bring their extraordinary characteristics to me!"
He waved his troops, but there was a sudden commotion behind the Praetorian Guards.
Behind the military formation, there was a dense sound of gunfire, and a large amount of information poured in from the rear——
A Bayeran army appeared behind the Commodus Guards and was launching an attack! Two extremely powerful spiritual energy ripples shot straight into the sky like the rising sun.
"It's an army led by demigods. They're coming." Upon hearing the news, Commodus suddenly felt an indescribable resentment and loss in his heart. He grabbed the holy sword and threw it at Griffith.
"Retreat!" Griffith jumped into the mouth of the earth-boring insect. Immediately afterwards, the Holy Sword Enduil came one after another.
The blow was like a thunderbolt, tearing half of the earth-boring devil's head into pieces on the spot. Griffith's arm also received a solid blow. Severe pain immediately began to bite along the spinal cord. He hurriedly got underground and fled deep into the jungle.
…
The burrower can stretch itself to incredible lengths, excavating tunnels with its own flesh and blood. Combat troops can enter the mouthparts of the earth-burrowing insect and move from underground to any corner of the battlefield.
This is an efficient and mobile network of tunnels. The disadvantage is that if humans get too close to it, they will be affected by the crazy and decadent aura and lose their sanity.
Even Griffith's resistance was difficult to sustain.
Soon, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had no choice but to leave the burrowing insect, and summoned the undead adjutant who followed him with dim eyes:
"The necromancer Conyx, the banshee Sif, there are bones of trolls and creatures buried in the ground here. Resurrect them and give me an army."
"As you command, Lord Death Knight," the lieutenants received the order, "We have found some useful troll tombs and settlements that can be used to form an army."
After deploying his adjutants, Griffith hurriedly set off again. Commodus and the demigods might both have a way to locate him and Erza. He wanted to delay as much time as possible before the undead army was deployed.
Erza watched these ferocious undead creatures leave without saying a word. After a while, she finally spoke:
"Do they still retain the memories of their previous lives?"
She was curious and seemed to be looking forward to it.
Griffith looked at her deeply:
"Before, a ghoul once said to me——
"'Death is the end of life. There is no second life. It does not exist. The existence you resurrect may have human appearance and memory, but death has completely changed consciousness.'"
…
Erza was silent.
Griffith wasn't sure what she was thinking, but it was clear that she was not far from losing control.
He climbed up a huge tree and stood atop the towering canopy.
Commodus's army is fighting with the pursuers of Beyelan in the distance, and the boiling spiritual energy is washing over this hidden underground world like a tide.
Finally, the two sides seemed to distance themselves and stopped fighting, and the jungle suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
However, Griffith knew that this was only a temporary calm.
Galadia is in danger, and Roland is fighting Beyelan in the north...
Commodus's army is very powerful, and the demigods of Beyelan will come to hunt Griffith at any time, leaving him little time.
How to break the situation?
At this time, Griffith saw an ancient city on a rock, completely built of huge stones and marbles, thick and solemn. After countless years of baptism, the once-splendid city has long been withered and dilapidated, and a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere almost blended with the swamps and dense forests came to the face.
There is no sun here, but like the ground, there is the setting sun gradually setting towards the west. The huge ruins are coated with a layer of pure gold, and they are extremely desolate and lonely amidst the almost infinite splendor.
The towering crater almost reaches into the sky, imprisoning this land like a city wall. The sunset in the distance gradually faded into darkness.
There, there must be the troll clan, the remnants of the once glorious and huge empire, the last and most loyal and powerful warriors. They clung to the ancient Holy Land. When the Empire collapsed in blood and madness, these people who were most loyal to the Empire fled into the underground Holy Land to survive.
Griffith felt a voice calling him...
There, there lies the secret of the God of the Immortal and the fabric of life in the virtual realm.
(End of chapter)
