The Fritz soldiers were in a mess, waving spears or swords in an attempt to frighten the opponent; a small number of wizards and archers in the distance tried to harm the monster with spells and projectile weapons. But all their attempts failed.
Failure, the monster easily broke through the siege time and time again, crushing the soldiers who could not dodge, tearing them apart, or biting them into two pieces.
"First team, second team prepare - north-west direction, elevation angle two points, shoot!"
A high-pitched command sounded from not far away from the east side. Arrows pierced the sky like raindrops, falling towards the beast that had just broken out of the encirclement and was turning around.
However, the effect was not very good - these sharp arrows, which were strong enough to pierce light armor, only bounced feebly from the tougher skin. The few hanging on it also fell off as it shook its body.
The source of the attack was a vanguard army of the church. There were about 600 of them, many of them were injured, and there were still many corpses wearing the same uniforms in the camp. They reluctantly withdrew some distance away from them.
The Fritzians temporarily joined forces to try to suppress the beast - if they let it leave, the Theocracy's army would also suffer.
"General Barak, what are we going to do?" There was the sound of horse hooves behind him and the question from the commander of the third column. Barak looked up at the sky. Judging from the position of the sun, it had been more than thirty minutes since he received the news.
, plus the time it took for the scouts to return, this monster had probably been wreaking havoc for nearly an hour.
"Approach with the imperial heraldic flag and the flag of temporary truce, and help them kill that guy." Barak immediately gave the order, "Let the seventh column do the same thing, and I will take a look personally."
As he rode forward, the smell of blood hit his face, mixed with the nauseating smell of rot and medicine. Combined with the information that the Fritz people had taken away the corpses and then stood still for a long time, the conclusion was obvious - it was them
Made this thing using technology that came from nowhere.
"Where is your commander?" He tapped a Fritz man on the back with his heavy sword, "It's Gil."
"Already, someone has been sent to report!" The soldier probably recognized Barak and replied respectfully, "Could it be...could she be lost?"
Barak snorted coldly. Whether the Fritz people could convey the news in time was not his concern at all. Gil had not arrived yet, perhaps because he was stymied by something, but this was just as he wished. He
Narrowing his eyes, he watched the "immortal" army, covered in soft holy light, quickly pass through the camp and enter the battlefield.
These warriors who were not afraid of life and death and were as powerful as tigers immediately changed the situation of the battle. The monster's movement was restricted to a range of dozens of meters, allowing the archers and wizards who were tired of avoiding to free up their hands to launch an offensive. However,
The third column also suffered a serious blow. The beast rushed into the column, and the spears in the hands of the soldiers could only leave shallow marks on its cracked skin. It used four pairs of sharp claws and hundreds of teeth to kill it.
Every object that dares to stand in its way is torn apart.
Then the soldiers stood up again and rejoined the battle. The thick yellow-green mist almost obscured their sight, but the soldiers were not timid. In addition to quickly healing their injuries, the power of the "Lord of Heaven" seemed to even affect pain and fear.
All were completely wiped out, and what was left was a group of pure fighting machines.
The seemingly endless war of attrition lasted for more than ten minutes. The situation began to change unconsciously, and the beast's movements gradually became sluggish - it was finally tired.
At about the same time, the two soldiers whose bodies were torn apart again failed to stand up again. On the contrary, their entire bodies were quickly reduced to ashes under the holy light, and only their tattered armors remained in place.
.
"As expected." Barak said to himself.
Resurrection from the dead cannot come without a price. Every resurrection or rapid recovery from injuries will consume the life of the recipient. The magic anesthetizes their consciousness, so that these soldiers will not feel weak or tired. However, when the life is exhausted
, they will also die.
No wonder the conscription order names young people under the age of sixty. Even in the eyes of a qualified general, veterans who are slightly older but still maintain sufficient physical strength and experience should be an important component and asset of any army.
There is no need to continue. As the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, he needs to be responsible for the life and death of every soldier - even if these people are no longer real lives.
"Third, the seventh column retreats and lets it out."
Balak raised his heavy sword and stepped forward. The light of the sword crossed the battlefield, leaving a long and narrow wound on the beast. This successfully attracted its attention, and it turned its head and jumped over the soldiers who were dispersing.
He threw himself at the man dozens of steps away.
The speed and strength are not weak, the reaction is acceptable, but the flexibility is lacking. It cannot be called a truly strong enemy. With the countless battles he has experienced, Barak quickly made a judgment. He calmly used the nearby terrain and trees to pull away.
distance to avoid being affected by the corrosive mist. The sword light full of magic flashed from time to time, leaving wounds on the opponent's limbs and body, making its movements slower.
"What a great opportunity, little guys, use all your energy to hunt whales! Don't let those Kamal people look down upon you!"
Fritz and the Church Army did not stand idly by. They seized the opportunity to throw intensive spells, magic arrows or harpoons at each other. The hard skin was torn apart by the continuous bombardment, and each of them followed closely.
The sharp objects penetrated deeply into the muscles, wearing down its remaining physical strength.
The beast turned around and seemed to want to drag several people to be buried with it, but Balak cut off its hind limbs with his sword, forcing it to kneel to the ground.
It lowered its head, roared unwillingly, and slowly closed its dark red eyes.
Balak leaned on his sword on the ground, letting his body recover after the battle. A flash of silvery white appeared in the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw a giant snow-white wolf standing on the top of another hill, looking from a distance.
Looking at him. The black-haired woman stood next to the giant wolf. The distance between the person and the wolf was less than two meters, and there was no sign of any hostility between them.
Known as the "Wolf Shepherd", he is certainly not a fool. After learning about Lily's past, he guessed her original identity very early. Because Irene left alone, he and Feist had always had some resentment, but after seeing
At this time of "September", he couldn't help but think of that talented female mercenary.
"Where is Feist?" He calmed down and asked in a deep voice.
"He has his own things to do?" Lily turned her head to look at him and laughed softly, "But you, don't cry because you can't see him?"
Barak lowered his eyes. He originally thought that Lily would hate him. After all, he was the one who severely injured and even killed Alphonse. Now it seems that this 'sage' who has lived for hundreds of years has already
After regaining his energy, it was probably because of that man that Barak breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.
He turned around and looked around the camp. The battle was over. Both the Fritz and the Church Army were seriously injured, but the Elna people had no intention of joining the battle. They tacitly waved the blue flag indicating retreat and left the battlefield one after another.
.So he signaled the commanders of the two columns to retreat, regroup and wait for orders.
"Speaking of which, you are very strong." He heard Lily's voice, which seemed to be talking to Jill, "If there is a chance, we can fight again next time? Let's go back first!"
The black-haired woman chuckled and waved to the giant white wolf, "The same goes for you. Our clan has always respected the strong, and I wish you a long-lasting martial arts fortune."
Lily turned around, flicked her tail and disappeared. Gil quickly walked across the camp and walked to his side.
"What's going on?" Barak stared at her, showing no guilt or regret on her face.
"It has nothing to do with me." The black-haired woman spread her hands, "Someone is trying to kill themselves, and I have no interest in meddling in their own business. Besides, it looks like that thing has pretty good combat capabilities."
Barak looked away without saying a word. He knew a little about the origins of this "Wind Whisperer" - foreign visitors from the east naturally did not have many concerns about this continent. And he had to admit that if this kind of artificial
The beasts created can be controlled and controlled, which is indeed a powerful aid in war.
The goal this time has been achieved, let the Fritz people take care of the rest, Barak snorted and thought to himself.
"What are you going to do next?" Jill walked around to the other side of him casually, as if chatting away.
The man looked at the direction Lily was leaving, and heard the orders of his subordinates and the orderly footsteps of the Imperial soldiers coming from behind. The soldiers who had resurrected from the dead knew no fear. Even if they saw their companions disappearing in front of their eyes, they would continue to fight until
Burn yourself out.
Maybe he does too, thought Barak.
"I will try my best to ensure the victory of the empire." The man said slowly, "For the sake of vain hope and future."