Chapter 406 Give Up

"Reserves! Forward!"

"Second team! Forward!"

"Raise the shield!"

...

Shouts rang out outside the exit of the square. In addition to the first two hundred infantry assembled, the temporary troops that came later were also supplemented by the shouts of non-commissioned officers and knights.

Hollier City originally did not have so many standing troops, but with the "war preparation policy" implemented by the Duke of Angmar this year, this emergency combat capability came in handy at this time.

The resurrection of the corpse, the appearance of bone armor skeletons and ghouls completely frightened the remaining civilians, but just as people frantically crowded towards the exit where Akasha was, the Duke of Angmar, who was wearing a battle armor and standing behind, Waved the order--

"Block the exit."

Wearing heavy armor, he was riding on a horse with a long sword at his waist. His originally stooped body was as straight as a slack at this moment, and his sparse white hair turned golden at some point in time. What he looked like when he was at the peak of his physical strength.

The potion bought with a lot of money did not have the powerful effect of "rejuvenation". On the contrary, it was a bottle of "poison"-because from the moment he drank it, Angmar's life had entered a countdown.

However, he did not show the slightest regret.

"Signal, Titus leads the charge, Wellington postpones..."

"Fix them quickly."

Angmar's voice was full of vigor, clearly distinguishable from the chaotic noise. Even in the face of the legendary undead and ghouls, the soldiers' morale was high because of the Duke's existence.

The exit was blocked by the soldiers with all their strength, which meant that other survivors in the square completely lost the chance to escape—this choice was extremely cruel, even ruthless, but Angmar was not Rody, and his choice would always be more important. Decisive and more thorough.

Looking at the two great knights who led the team to charge, Angmar looked away from the struggling crowd, and whispered: "I can only do it by me..."

"Let them out! Get out of the way!"

Akasha didn't know the Duke's plan, she shouted anxiously, wanting more people to escape the threat of the undead, but those soldiers stood firmly in front,

never give up...

"Why? Why is it like this?"

Akasha shouted hoarsely, but it was of no avail. She looked at the Duke not far behind in confusion, but the old man did not show any extra emotions.

The reality is so cruel, there will never be "innocents" in war.

"Bah bah bah!"

At the same moment, Titus raised his spear and stabbed forward, leading the first cavalry to engage the enemy.

The fighting spirit broke out, and the ghouls and skeletons wandering in front were instantly blown to pieces. The fifteen knights relied on the impact of their horses to flatten the undead soldiers who blocked them. The "Swamp of Spider Webs" appeared in a white mist...

"You think this will stop me?"

The horse's legs were entangled by a large white spider web, and all of them were tripped and fell in the middle of the square.

The soldiers stood up among the sticky spider webs, drew their swords and prepared to continue fighting, but found that more and more enemies were approaching from all around - as nearly a hundred dead civilians began to transform, the number of ghouls had already formed a scale .

Titus' cavalry shot several nearby ghouls into the air, his gaze fixed, and after locking on to Wembsk, he immediately stepped forward to charge towards him.

But the undead pharmacist took a few steps towards the exit, and took out a scroll among more than a dozen corpses that died due to fighting, plague, and trampling...

"Summon: Flesh Puppet!"

The "puppet" in necromancy is far stronger than ordinary skeletons, such as iron puppet and fire puppet are extremely difficult characters, but these types of puppet have a determinable "upper limit of strength"...

However, the "flesh and blood puppet" has no upper limit of strength.

The more corpses that summon the "Flesh Puppet", the stronger it will be. And if we talk about its disadvantages, it is that its existence time is inversely proportional to its strength, the stronger it is, the easier it will be to collapse.

The scroll was torn apart, and the chaotic battlefield was filled with fog in an instant. The corpse at Wembsk's feet was quickly disintegrated into pieces of meat, and then it was spun around him under the influence of the power of the necromancer...

"Flesh puppet" does not create a creature out of thin air, but a product of "deformation" after being wrapped in countless flesh and blood with the caster himself as the "puppet core".

In the white mist, Wembsk's figure gradually changed. Frowning, Titus rushed forward without stopping at all, and stabbed the opponent's body with the lance in his hand, and the condensed fighting spirit even broke through the white mist covering the opponent.

"puff!"

In the next second, the expected explosion did not appear.

The lance plunged deeply into Wembsk's body, but it didn't tear him apart. On the contrary, Titus let out a "huh". When he looked up, he saw that the opponent's body had swelled seven or eight times. arms straight across--

"Boom!"

Titus was instantly blasted away.

Wembske stood up abruptly. He was over five meters tall at this time, and his body was covered in bloody pieces of meat. His whole body was disgusting as if countless corpses were spliced ​​together and stitched together.

"Roar--"

He waved his arms, and his huge body rushed forward with the momentum of shaking the earth, and instantly sent the soldiers in front of him flying!

The sudden appearance of such a force on the battlefield would definitely mean a devastating blow to the guards of Houlier City, but at this time they have no room to retreat...

Because once he breaks through the line of defense, it means that the entire Houlier City will become a dead city!

Wellington beheaded all the ghouls and skeletons along the way with a wave of his hand, and then forcibly cast three "battle spirit clones", pointing at Wembsk with four lances at the same time during the charge.

"Boom!"

Amid the sound of the impact, the huge flesh and blood puppet roared back three or four steps, but then he jumped up suddenly, smashed the clone with three consecutive punches, and then slapped Wellington's side...

The Ghost Rider was thrown flying with his horse and man.

No one can stop the huge Wembsk, no matter whether it is the soldier's arrows, short spears, swords or lances, it seems that when they hit him, they can't do much damage at all, but every time he waved his hand, there was a lot of damage. It can directly knock down a large number of soldiers.

Wen Buske looked at the alleyway not far from him, and then stepped forward to meet the arrows and the charging cavalry—the flesh and blood puppet did not last long, and his purpose was not to kill all humans, but to Break through the line of defense within a limited time, and let the ghouls and the plague spread completely!

Just after taking a few steps, two crystals landed at his feet with a "slap". Wen Buske didn't notice what it was, but the next moment, two mutated crystals exploded at the same time...

The flames shot up into the sky, and the deafening noise shattered the glass of all the buildings around the square. The huge impact knocked off the roofs of two or three nearby buildings, and also collapsed a wooden residential building.

The flames also engulfed the huge figure of the flesh and blood puppet.

Not only Wembsk, but also ghouls, bone armor skeletons, shield soldiers and cavalry were also rushed to the ground, while the Duke of Angmar, who threw the spar, crawled on the ground and hid behind the shield.

After the impact disappeared, he got up and shook off the dust on his head, then waved his hand and let the long sword fall down.

"puff!"

A skeleton beside him who was trying to get up was chopped off on the spot. Angmar moved his eyes forward, and then frowned...

"Ho-ho--"

With the sound of bellows-like breathing, he found that Wenbusike, who had been blasted to pieces, was still alive!

The other party gasped heavily, as if enduring unimaginable pain. The scorched muscles on the surface of the body gradually fell off, and then the scarlet color returned to the naked eye at a speed visible to the naked eye... He hammered the ground with both arms, and when his ugly and ferocious head was raised, his eyes were full of unprecedented violence.

At this time Titus fell unconscious, Wellington was crushed under the horse and could not escape, the only one with slightly stronger combat power in the entire battlefield was Angmar who was standing not far from Wembsk.

"This group of scum that should go back to hell."

The Duke of Angmar looked at the terrifying monster in front of him, and cursed in a low voice...

****

At the same moment, Sally, who was walking slowly under the guard of the heathen, suddenly raised her eyes, stared at the shadow flying overhead, and opened her mouth slightly.

"What it is?"

A guard in front asked.

"Snipe, a very stupid bird. Who knows why it came here."

Bishop Carl glanced up, then frowned slightly, and turned to look at Sally behind him.

After the disguise, Sally stared at the front with a dull face, still in that "puppet" posture.

Karl looked away, and said to the followers beside him: "Go ahead, we need to speed up a bit."

"Yes, my lord."

Listening to the conversations of these people, Sally not only kept her expression unchanged