0581 Chapter Twelve: The Not Eternal Dusk (Section 48)
"Thank you very much for your help. But I guess this is what you mean?"
Justice did not show the surprise that Thetis and others expected, but instead asked a confusing question.
"Indeed," Navis replied truthfully: "Neither [The Poet of Murder] nor His Highness [The Pure Good Fool] have any relevant will. It is simply my personal judgment that you need help.
In addition, based on our analysis of the intelligence reported by monitoring points around the world, it is very likely that the actions of these ghosts are not wandering wildly, but are guided and manipulated by humans.
In other words, the stronger our resistance, the more likely it is that we will attract more of the enemy’s power here.
In this case, small shelters scattered around the world will have a greater chance of survival.
Of course, I hope Thetis is not a charitable organization, but a company dominated by the church model. We try our best to save more humans alive, but we are doing it according to the will of the goddess."
"This is really timely! On behalf of all the survivors in the camp, I would like to express my highest gratitude for your life-saving grace!" Only Gretel showed the normal reaction expected by the three.
"You should lead them to retreat. We can save as many survivors as we can. I will try my best to support you and buy time for you," Justice still showed an unexpected pessimism:
"Ghosts are not as simple as you think.
The corporeal zombies may still be suppressed by fire, but those invisible and insubstantial four-dimensional spirits, those ghosts, resentful spirits, and shadow undead, cannot be resisted by your methods.
Of all the warriors present, perhaps only a few candidates from the Lamarck game have the means to fight against those things.
But there are too many of them, how many players do you have? What level have they reached?"
Navis turned around and followed Justice's line of sight, his expression slightly solemn.
Without the use of high-dimensional vision, even with her dim and aging mortal vision, she could still see some indescribable translucent existences, harvesting the lives of her soldiers with a hint of coldness.
Those invisible things with strange and ferocious images that still retain some human characteristics shuttle freely through the military formations and the sea.
A casual sweep over a warrior's body can make the most determined man tremble or even faint; grabbing a human's throat with his bare hands can make the strongest Hercules strangled to death.
All attacks have no effect on them. Bullets will pass through their invisible bodies, and violent explosions will only cause ripples in their twisted bodies.
The only thing that can temporarily resist these invisible ghosts is the invisible holy light that lights up from time to time in the military formation.
Those are the guardian runestones engraved by the saint who has been serving the "Pure Fool" devoutly for decades and who personally carries the divine magic.
After exploring and surviving in the darkness and fighting all kinds of ghosts for half a century, the great forces that rule the world in the wasteland naturally have their own means to fight against these ordinary troubles.
Runestones were embedded in the steel decks of tanks and warships, and were made into amulets and hung on the chests of generals and combat heroes.
But in the face of more and more intangible things, the originally effective methods seem to have become useless and useless.
And as she herself said, the unexpectedly strong resistance from the enemy on the battlefield here is attracting more and more undead to gather here.
The zombie army advances one after another from the distant horizon, seemingly endless.
Those incorporeal ghosts and resentments seemed to be unable to use the portal normally. They appeared very rarely at first, so few that Gretel and his organization's defense line were not even aware of these deadly existences.
But as the battle dragged on, more and more of them, which were originally extremely fast and could float freely without the resistance of air and sea water, rushed to the battlefield.
What's worse is that due to the lack of effective means of killing, the three-party coalition of Hope Thetis, the Society of the Past and the Heart of Songhai was unable to curb the raging situation of these ghosts.
As more and more ghosts gather, their damage to the troops and their impact on the battle situation gradually become something that cannot be ignored.
As expected, if they can barely hold on like this for dozens of minutes, when the restraints in the hands of the reinforcements are exhausted, all the humans participating in the war will be massacred without any resistance.
At this moment, a tall figure suddenly rose from the mist that was dyed red by the fire and explosion, and it was impossible to tell whether it was thick smoke or deadly darkness.
Although the body projected by the firelight in the black mist is not as exaggerated as the giant standing tall and unshakable, compared with the mortals in battle, it is as tall as a human standing next to a cat or dog.
As soon as the figure appeared, it exploded with agility and speed that was completely opposite to its size. In an instant, it bowed and jumped to Fuhuagu's shoulders, which were more than twenty meters above the ground.
The huge zombie swung an iron fist that could easily smash a tank and struck at the back of the figure, but the person on the neck seemed to be unaware of it, holding the huge boneless head with both hands and exerting force on all four limbs!
In an instant, as if even the emotionless zombies were stunned for a moment, the power of the figure in the fire exploded, and the giant zombie's head, which was not afraid of missile attacks, was thrown away alive, along with most of its spine.
The head connected to the backbone is like a big snake that has been rounded and thrown away, shooting towards the sky without any hindrance.
In the blink of an eye, a line of fire shot straight into the sky! It was the flame created by friction when the indelible stiff head exceeded the first cosmic speed and flew out of the atmosphere!
Everyone was stunned, not knowing whether these monsters were enemies or friends.
Immediately afterwards, streaks of cold death energy came from the darkness. It felt... like the barrier between life and death had been broken. As long as you keep walking towards that side, you will give up your identity as a living person and step into the underworld.
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This creepy feeling not only affects the living people in the battle, but also the ghosts that are wreaking havoc, becoming listless.
It was as if his own instincts were conflicting with the instructions he received, and he became hesitant, hesitant and chaotic.
The next moment, under the shocked and incomprehensible eyes of all the living people, countless invisible ghosts and ghosts who were avoided by them and helpless, the souls that could not be touched were torn and ground out of thin air, and their souls were scattered!
Only Justice could observe from a god's perspective that countless red and black blood scythes, which were more invisible than ghosts and had higher dimensions, were constantly forming - flying - and annihilating in the void.
During this process, all the ghosts blocking the road will be injured if touched, and will die if touched. Regardless of their level, there is no single enemy.
What shocked Justice even more was that this terrifying full-screen magic that covered the entire battlefield for several miles was not instantaneous, but continued all the time.
It's like vowing not to give up until all the dead are returned to ashes.