The metal remains of the Batsuit aerial vehicle were scattered around the battlefield, broken and burning.
Wisps of black smoke slowly floated into the air.
The dead cavalry among the corpses raised their spears high, their bodies with their hollowed-out bodies unwilling to move forward under the support of their armors.
The war horse underneath him knelt down, half of its body was chewed into bones.
It can be considered that the whole body was left.
The dead human corpses and the undead "embraced" each other, and the spears thrust from behind tied them together.
Soldiers infected by the zombie virus, looking at the battlefield from their backs, look like a tragic war between humans.
The ground was full of potholes, and charred soil mixed with mushy meat balls could be seen everywhere.
...
"We won! We won! The blood corpses retreated!!"
Deafening cheers echoed throughout the battlefield.
Standing on the hill formed by piles of blood corpses, Lin An put the Blade of Cain back into the ring with a calm expression.
The soul-suppressing sword scabbard on the back simply contains blood.
Looking at the cheering soldiers surrounding him, he also pretended to show a gentle smile and raised his arms.
Everyone looked at Lin An with excitement and longing in their eyes.
They don't know what other positions are like.
But they knew that if Lin An hadn't been rescuing people and saving tens of thousands of people including them, they would have suffered heavy casualties.
Even the entire army was wiped out.
The last wave of blood corpses can be called a suicide attack.
The bloody corpse that forcibly broke through the entanglement of the ascetics rushed into the crowd like a self-destructing truck.
Fortunately, Lin An used his own power to suddenly chop up the limbs of a large number of bloody corpses, otherwise they would really be unable to imagine what the consequences would be.
"Some people are happy" and some are worried.
In the distance, the ascetics in each legion couldn't help but glance sideways at Lin An who was standing on the pile of corpses.
Their faces were pale, and many of their figures had even become illusory and transparent.
In addition to being constantly reborn and resurrected.
This group of ascetics, numbering more than a hundred or even a thousand, is not much stronger than soldiers.
Many ascetics had no time to stop the last wave of blood corpses.
A large number of soldiers were killed by the explosion. Under the destroyed formation, a large number of zombies rushed in, and countless people were infected.
"Really strong...Is this person really an ascetic?"
Many ascetics who were originally hostile to Lin An slowly turned to shock from jealousy in their eyes.
Whether it's speed, power, or physical strength.
Lin An's performance was almost the strongest they had ever seen.
With such strength, I am afraid that only the top few ascetics can match it, right?
However, if compared with pure strength, Lin An's performance simply exceeded their imagination.
Put away your hostility and contempt.
Originally, they were dissatisfied that Lin An did not look like an ascetic at all, and even the equipment was tainting the meaning of being an ascetic.
But after this battle, many people looked at Lin An with a touch of awe in their eyes.
If someone is better than you, you will be jealous of her.
But if it is so strong that it makes people despair and helpless, then they will be in awe.
This is how people are, even new ascetics who can be called crazy.
Unlike Lin An's regiment, there was cheering and excitement.
From time to time, pleas for mercy and screams could be heard in the regiment where they were.
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"No...ahem...don't..."
Lie on your back.
Several soldiers whose legs were bitten through the leg armor by zombies looked at their former companions with frightened faces and pleading.
A young man who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old waved his hands in a panic, his young face full of helplessness.
He knew he was infected, he wanted to beg for mercy, and he wanted to beg his former captain to spare his "life".
However, looking at the scimitar pressed against his neck, his lips trembled and he was speechless.
If you don't kill him, he will die.
They will also turn into man-eating monsters.
The squad leader, who was responsible for handling the final battle on the battlefield and dealing with all the infected soldiers, sighed with a complicated expression.
He knows this kid.
At the age of seventeen, he joined the army in order to earn money for his family.
When there are ascetics inside who are not giving birth, and when there are blood corpses invading outside.
The people of the Great Xia Dynasty lived a very hard life. They either hid in the mountains and became mountain folk, or became ascetics and worked for the court.
Apart from that, the only way to have enough to eat is to join the army and serve as cannon fodder.
"Don't rush so forward in the next life..."
A sigh.
The squad leader, holding the sword in his right hand, slowly closed his eyes, and then chopped off the soldier's head without hesitation.
"Gululu"
The head rolled to the ground, rolling with other severed heads.
"Give the brothers a good time!!"
After a large number of infected people were dealt with, roars of decisive lamentation rang out.
The soldier who was seriously injured and half of his body was blown off wriggled his lips and looked at the spear that was stabbing him with a sad smile.
In the final suicide attack, the bloody corpses rushed into the crowd and exploded, killing too many people.
Under the scattered shrapnel, most of the soldiers who were lucky enough to survive became disabled.
Facing the seriously injured soldiers, the only thing those who survived could do was to end their suffering as soon as possible.
Of course, there are also many soldiers who are extremely lucky and have been promoted from ordinary people to ascetics despite death and pain.
Fight to feed war.
After every brutal battle, they can replenish a group of ascetics.
It's just that this method of promotion is too costly compared to actively becoming an ascetic.
....
Under the war horse, Zhang Yan diligently held the horse for Lin An, striding in front with his head held high.
After the battle, they won't have any missions for a short time!
Lin An belonged to their legion, so the bloody corpses Lin An killed naturally belonged to their military exploits.
The excitement in my heart is indescribable.
Feeling that people from all directions, including even the supreme commander of the legion, were looking at him with envy, he felt extremely happy.
This thigh is really right!
When he thought of the silver-helmeted general who died at the mouth of a zombie, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
No. 1001? Is that kind of garbage worthy of being compared with our Lord Lin An?
With Lin An taking action and a strong bald man named Zhang Tie killing the enemy, their team suffered no losses.
The soldiers following behind were talking to each other in low voices with brisk steps, their eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement.
"Master Lin An is too strong!"
"Number 99... I think even the top ten ascetics may not be as strong as adults!"
The soldiers who spoke were beaming with joy, and were surrounded by many other soldiers who wanted to join their team.
"Yes, I really feel that this is the strength that an ascetic should have..."
"In the past, the ascetics in our team could only stop monsters."
"I even think that the blood corpses were repulsed this time, all because of Master Lin An!"
The compliments came from the bottom of my heart, and they sounded like they were free of charge.
The stronger Lin An behaves, the more secure they feel.
This battle was truly the easiest battle they had ever fought!
only.
Without anyone noticing.
With their backs to everyone, Lin An and Zhang Tie, who were riding back to the city, looked at each other, their eyes full of solemnity.