Chapter 366 The Long Night (7)

But who can guarantee that they will survive until reinforcements arrive?

Rotting corpses driven by numbness almost filled the nearly ten-meter-wide river, and the villages on the south bank of the river had completely turned into a place where the dead were rampant.

On the north bank of the river, the castle built against the mountain was completely enveloped in light, and the light of gunpowder illuminated this spurned soil.

The tattered flags fluttered among the clusters of undead, and the years have blurred their marks, but the noble children present can still see their former glory - they were once legions that made great achievements for the empire, and now they are no longer sleeping. was woken up.

The warrior's soul was bound by black magic in the decaying body, and the rusty armor and sword once again saw the light of day, but this time they were trying to kill the descendants of the people they once protected.

The organized ancient legions walked out of the darkness on the south bank of the river one after another. The indiscriminate bombardment of artillery failed to bring them back to peace, because even if there was only a piece of bone fragments left on the ground, after a few hoarse spells sounded, they would Regroup into the undead army.

Who can awaken the conscience of these enslaved people? Even if relatives appear in front of them, they will be treated as a feast by these bloodthirsty monsters.

The eyes of savagery and madness filled the darkness. Whenever the artillery fired, the levied militiamen who assisted the Knights in their defense could see rickety monsters wrapped in rags, as if they had only skin and bones left. Ugly humans.

The sharp teeth gleaming with cold light seemed to be rushing across the river at the next moment, feasting on the flesh and blood of living creatures. The pairs of sharp claws like daggers were the tools they used to cut pieces of meat.

Maybe they don't need these sharp claws, because the ghouls lying on the victimized humans just eat the dead like gluttons.

The explosion of gunpowder and the scream of cannonballs intercepted the undead south of the creek, but ammunition was always limited, and sooner or later they would rush across the river bank.

Vampires often appear like ghosts in bunkers and towers in Hebei, and every appearance of them brings the haze of death.

In the end, no soldiers were even willing to stick to a certain position with the Raven Knight, because people could easily find that the Raven Knight was the vampire's first target, and any soldiers who were close to them would always be affected by the vampire's attack.

Teams of knights who counterattack and fill in the gaps always leave three or two corpses on the road. This is true for the well-trained Raven Knights, let alone the militiamen whose will and equipment are not as good as the former?

The ghostly images are nimble birds that fly across the sky from time to time.

The grim laughter of the undead filled the air, blocking fear in the hearts of the soldiers.

Long battles have caused fatigue to cover every human body, but the knights who come and go in a hurry will always wake up the soldiers who are about to fall asleep in time, even if they have taken a break from their posts.

Whenever the warriors briefly closed their eyes, they would see strange shadows shrouded in green flames in the darkness.

Whether in the castle or in the desolate wilderness outside the city, as long as humans close their eyes, they can see the strange knights covered by robes and their nightmarish mounts.

These knights, who only exist in rumors and weirdos, are looming in the flames, but as soon as you open your eyes again, they will disappear like hallucinations.

It only takes a fleeting glance for humans to realize that they are looking for prey.

The waking world and the dream world have been divided into two worlds here. In the empty dream, the mysterious figure in a cloak rides a ghost-like mount, searching for all the humans who have entered the dreamland in the wilderness and castle.

Who can keep his eyes open for a long time?

Lynch's body is always incomplete, because every time new flesh grows, old flesh is torn off by Wu Suoran at the same time.

Every once in a while, the Lizardman will burst out with unprecedented speed and strength, which can always cause trouble to his enemies by surprise.

The vampire's body has shrunk, and there is no chance for it to replenish new blood during the fierce battle.

The magical wind brought by his breath was no longer enough to replenish Lynch's energy, but an abnormal energy source supported the self-healing of his body in his abdomen.

The advantage seemed to be on his side.

When the eyeballs refilled the lizard man's empty eye sockets and he blinked slightly instinctively, what appeared in front of his eyes was not the darkness behind his closed eyes. The world changed in an instant.

The hills that had been pushed down in the fierce battle once again stood on the side of the wilderness, and the grassland that was supposed to be riddled with holes returned to the intact state it had before the war started.

A tall, sickle-bearing giant wearing a blood-red robe appeared beside Lynch at some point, but Wu Suoran disappeared.

The bloody figure suddenly swung his sickle, and the brass demon blade cut off the unprepared Lynch unimpeded, but it got stuck on the thorn of Taibok.

Just when Lynch hurriedly waved his staff to counterattack, in the next blink of an eye, the bloody figure disappeared, and the world returned to its tattered appearance. The hills had long since been leveled, and the wasteland had turned into a pit.

Except for the tearing pain from his soul, Lynch's body did not have any wounds.

The vampire was rushing towards Lynch with its claws, and even it was wondering why its opponent suddenly fell into a daze.

The lizard man fiercely fought off the vampire's attack, but a vague peek came from another realm, threatening his back like gangrene attached to the bone.

It doesn't follow reality.

More and more soldiers couldn't help feeling sleepy and closed their eyelids slightly.

But it only took a few breaths for their activity to disappear.

No wounds appeared in their flesh, and a hasty examination by the field doctor could only determine that they had died suddenly.

The sleeping corpses never opened their eyes again. Their armor did not protect the spirits in their bodies. They were like dumped wheat. Their lives disappeared in a brief sleep.

The already hurried Knights of Morr became even busier, and they had to ensure that every dead person would not come back to life again.

Panic disintegrated the fortress of humanity from the inside. Invisible enemies kept taking away the lives of living people, and all they could do was stay awake.

When a gorgeous sedan with bones as its frame and dead souls as bearers approached the river, almost all the soldiers lost their will to resist.

The curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and a graceful girl who seemed to be the most beautiful girl in the world conquered all human beings with her various postures. Her maid shook the minds of mortals with the same charm, until Lord Knight Fold was desperate. When the war cry awoke the warriors' minds, they failed to calm down.

Who can deny the beauty of the world's first vampire?

"Mount your steed and leave the bunker! Maul will save us. In Maul's name! Charge!"

More always only cared about the afterlife, He only saved the dead.

The remaining nearly a thousand knights gathered again in the wilderness. They allowed the undead to fill up the river, and allowed the denied dead to step onto the land of the living.