Griffith's will is connected to every wild beast.
The moment Commodus' legions arrived on the outskirts of the city, the wild beasts scattered in the towns and tombs were gathered together.
In less than one night, the entire town had been infected and turned into a barracks of undead creatures. As time goes by, the number of infected individuals will increase.
The troops led by General Busset were unable to wait for the artillery to arrive and took the lead in attacking. They had just destroyed some black crystal towers on the edge when they were targeted by wild beasts emerging from the streets.
The spear hit the front of the beast and deflected off the dense bone armor. The legionnaires responded with thicker and sharper bone spears, hitting the shield wall.
"Bang!"
The legionnaires who had formed a shield wall for defense immediately had their large shields penetrated and flew backwards.
Bussejian, who led the attack, noticed that the weapons of the legionnaires were difficult to penetrate the front of the beast. As an experienced commander, he immediately realized that he needed to expand the formation.
However, Busey did not give orders to the herald and signal soldiers. Instead, he closed his eyes and prayed to a certain existence:
"Your Majesty, the large shield can no longer withstand the current firepower.
"The Arcane Council is right to upgrade psychic infantry and abandon the large shield and use dual swords and battle axes. Under the current conditions, the benefits of increased damage have exceeded the defense bonus.
"I suggest attacking their weak side armor. Move three squadrons and get behind these monsters!"
What responded to him in the void was Commodus's consciousness.
The order was carried out almost immediately. The legionnaires who had been blessed by Commodus immediately dropped the shield wall, like outstretched tentacles, extending the battle line towards the two wings.
While the main force was restraining it from the front, several centurions and sergeants led the team and jumped to the flank of the wild beast. The leading sergeant raised his armor-piercing spear, aimed at the gap between the beast's side armor and its brain, and threw it with one shot. This blow smashed the spear into pieces on the solid carapace, but the bone armor was also obviously twisted and broken.
"Confirm that the attack is effective!" The centurion waved his hand and said, "Prepare for a volley!"
The legionnaires all raised their spears, aimed at the position where the armor had been broken, and fired another stormy volley.
At this moment, it seems that every squadron and squadron has become an extension of the commander's will.
The dense wind pressure made a harsh buzzing sound like tearing linen, and the beast that was caught in the fire flew with its flesh and blood, and was knocked down on the spot. The legionnaires who threw their spears drew their swords and stepped forward without stopping.
The wild beast that was originally on the front of the defense line was immediately attacked from two directions, and the formation was compressed bit by bit. Even behind the battle lines there were squadrons of infantry on the march. Their goal was to penetrate the defenses on the flanks of the Mang Beast and complete a pincer attack with the main force on the front.
Erza, who was always watching the battlefield, saw this scene: "Is this the realm given by the God of Dreams? The smoothness and response speed of the division of troops have exceeded the limit, as if everyone can listen to Commodus's voice at the same time, it is him Tentacles of will...
"Influencing or controlling small combat units is the same type of authority as you."
Griffith's voice already had a kind of emotionless depression: "The person I sent to intercept the troll was a clone, and the troll was just a bait, so it's not important.
"Only Commodus, the duel between the Hands of God is the key to victory or defeat."
His will became more and more immersed, entering a kind of selfless concentration. He seemed to be able to touch the flow of illusory spiritual energy, and his mind was extremely clear, extending to endless life in a joyful and fulfilling experience.
Somewhere in the dark, Erza noticed that part of Griffith's will seemed to ascend and descend on the beast at a key position!
The wild beasts located behind the battle line moved forward quickly, their huge bodies rolled over the wreckage, blocking the bloody roads, and sniped in the streets and city walls.
At least ten wild beasts shifted from facing the enemy from the front to covering the two wings, using solid frontal armor to block the legionnaires' breakthrough path. One even broke away from the battle line, crossed several streets, and occupied an isolated stone bridge.
Three squadrons of infantry had just bypassed the houses and walls of the town, hoping to catch the undead creatures off guard from behind. However, the beast that stuck on the stone bridge had stopped at the bridge head, and under the bridge was the rushing river.
"Kill it!"
The musketeers had already brought eight heavy muskets and approached the surroundings of the beast under the cover of the building. Following an order, a volley of muskets was fired, and the lead bullets directly hit the beast.
"At this distance, the lethality of the musket is enough to penetrate the breastplate. Skirmishers, step forward and capture this bridge!"
Just as the commander gave the order to continue advancing, a scream suddenly came from his ears.
A musketeer flew backwards and was pinned to the wall behind him like a bug. Blood foam was dripping down along the pale bone spurs that pierced him.
"That thing is still there!"
The huge undead creature was unexpectedly unscathed. It was slowly moving its body and took a posture at the end of the narrow bridge, its solid breastplate tilted towards the infantry on the other side.
Griffith's will descended upon the wild beast. At this moment, he even felt that his suppressed heart was boiling with fighting spirit.
Before the infantrymen could fire again, the wild beast shot out bone spurs one after another, knocking the exposed musketeers to the ground one by one.
The muskets capable of killing heavy infantry were unable to penetrate the carapace of this reckless beast. Perhaps only extraordinary people can deal with it!
After the Musketeers' attack failed, a demon hunter had arrived at the position.
Since the beast was facing south to suppress the legionnaires, the extraordinary man cautiously moved over from the east.
In theory, the witcher's psychically enhanced spear could penetrate the monster's carapace, but due to the obstruction of the building, he had to get closer to the target until he was close to the river.
"Continue to attack!" The commander ordered his men to continue attacking. Just when he thought he had captured the attention of the beast, the beast suddenly started to move.
The witcher immediately realized he had been discovered. At such a close distance, whoever can shoot first will win! He waved his hand, and the flaming spear shot out. The beast also shot out a bone spur filled with acid.
The commander leading the team saw his Beyonder being shot to the ground. The reckless beast shook a bit after being hit by a shot, but did not fall down.
"Attack now!"
Without the extraordinary fire support, the commander had no choice but to order the entire squadron to rush towards the stone bridge.
The soldiers crowded on the narrow bridge and were shot down one by one by bone spurs. After finally rushing to the front of the beast, the monster started to fight with the tomahawks and hammers in the hands of the soldiers while waving its tentacles covered with bone armor.
The beast blocked the bridge, and the soldiers had to jump into the river if they wanted to get around it. The infantry, which had an absolute advantage in numbers, could not take down this monster for a while.
"Back off!"
The soldiers suddenly heard Commodus's order. They stepped back and saw several trolls flash past.
The troll grenadiers carrying grenades rushed up quickly and threw several grenades at the feet of the beast. After a dull explosion, broken bone armor and tentacles flew into the sky.
However, the reckless beast was still not killed. Most of the exploded body lay across the bridge, and the ground was littered with fragments.
The trolls in Commodus' army could only explode one more round, and finally opened the way for the infantry to advance.
…
Griffith lost contact with the destroyed beast. The moment he left, he even felt weak and fell to his knees directly.
Erza hurriedly supported him and handed him a bottle of refined spiritual energy mixture: "This is too much of a burden on you, Griffith, retreat for now, and let me fight Commodus."
Defenses are crumbling. Commodus' legionnaires and troll warriors tore through the array of wild beasts from all directions.
Although the attack power of the wild beast is very powerful, it is also a limited and expensive unit. After the battle enters a stalemate, it cannot withstand the onslaught of large forces; more importantly, there are extraordinary people in Kang Maode's army who can suppress the wild beasts in a face-to-face attack.
As long as the wild beasts are eliminated, the tombs that produce undead creatures will be exposed to the direct attack of the legion!
"No."
Griffith drank the psychic mixture in one gulp, and the hot breath rushed straight to his brain. He wiped away the blood gushing from his nose and stood up again:
"This is just the beginning! My friends, the show has just begun!"
Erza felt that he was already on the verge of collapse. The burden of directly commanding a large number of life units is almost crushing Griffith's will, but there is still a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Erza heard a rustling sound, like countless silkworms eating mulberry leaves. She looked back and her pupils suddenly shrank.
She stood at the top of the pyramid, and it was from this position that she could see that just as the legion broke through the defense line of the wild beasts, a gray-brown craze swept over!
More than a dozen stitch monsters mixed with a large number of living corpses and self-destructing balls poured out of the town's buildings like a tide. They hide in basements and wine cellars, emerging from the black mud in droves. At the moment when the wild beasts retreated, the zombie tide came towards the legion with a momentum of devouring the world and hysterical madness!
At this time, Commodus's heavy troops looked like rocks standing in the rough waves, being beaten by one wild wave after another.
Between the heaven and the earth, amid the shrill wails, the armies of the living and the dead collided violently, devouring and destroying each other at a crazy speed. If any party is even weak at this time, their bodies will be torn apart.
However, at this moment, Commodus' army counterintuitively retreated. They were chased by waves of corpses, leaving countless corpses along the way.
Commodus was defeated?
Erza felt that the victory was a bit incredible. If this continues, the retreating legion will never be able to escape the pursuit of the zombie tide. However, when she carefully observed the movements of the legion, she found that they were retreating quickly and without chaos. Even the eyes of these retreating soldiers were clearly filled with extreme fanaticism and blindness!
This is a trap!
Griffith's army has already rushed out of the black mud from several directions, and is about to roll up the legions and push them into the abyss.
However, just as they were leaving the black mud, several groups of already crazy trolls rushed out of the legion! They had already ignited the cluster grenades they were carrying and headed towards the tide of corpses approaching.
"Griffith, self-destructor!"
Erza almost jumped.
Self-explosive soldiers hiding behind the infantry line! If it hits the corpse tide, it will be a disaster!
"Aren't they just a few self-destruction soldiers? Let me lure them away!"
Griffith's reaction was extremely quick. The consciousness blessed by the Helm of Dominance is roaring! He gathered his troops, and while the self-destructing troll attacked, he stopped the pursuit and pulled back, and even separated several sparse groups of living corpses and self-destructing balls to hit the troll.
Destruction only occurs in an instant!
Many trolls collided with the separated group of zombies and exploded together. However, there were still several dense groups of living corpses and self-destructing balls blocking each other's retreat path, and they were blown to pieces by the trolls rushing in front of them.
"boom--!"
Thousands of troops melted before their eyes. The zombie tide's offensive was suffocated!
Griffith's heart tightened instinctively, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, Commodus, who was watching the battle, raised his sword and pointed at the town covered with black mud.
"Now, cannon please speak!"
Commodus' second wave of offensive has arrived. Unlike before, this time he invested artillery for fire support.
The new twelve-pounder guns already occupied nearby hills and high ground.
"Boom!!" A fiery storm rushed towards us, as if the air was burning. The artillery group indiscriminately bombarded the retreating corpse tide and the town behind, pouring down like a meteor shower falling from the sky.
The regiment regrouped and returned to the battlefield under the cover of the artillery. They moved forward step by step, leaving behind a group of trolls carrying bombs every time they occupied a stronghold.
The tide of corpses quickly gathered and retreated, sending small groups of troops to the rear along the way.
The whole army of Commodus, the governor. Finally, his body trembled slightly. However, he quickly stabilized his consciousness and ordered the extraordinary people around him:
“The Death Knight’s counterattack is coming.
“Deploy demon hunters and rangers along the way, and I will give you my blessing!
"This attack must completely defeat the enemy!"
(End of chapter)
