The living corpses are moving in waves again. Their goals are extremely clear. They don't care about the fleeing citizens, but charge directly towards the armored cavalry.
There is a commander, and besides the suture monster just now, there is another commander.
Griffith flicked his head on the tip of the gun, jumped into the pool on horseback, and rushed towards the group of corpses.
The war horse jumped from the pool and smashed into the dense group of corpses, making a series of shattering and crackling sounds in the flash of ice blue light. Broken ice shields, shattered lances were splashing, broken bones and
The internal organs were filled with blood and flying everywhere.
Griffith drew his sword and slashed at the living corpses that were rushing towards the ground. These putrid monsters had no concept of fear at all. After one group was knocked away by the ice shield, another group immediately swarmed up.
He used his horse sword and iron hoofs to wreak havoc among the corpses. The sword blade split the black and smelly skulls to the left, stirring up a pool of corpse liquid. Then he slashed with the sword to the right. Amidst a tooth-itching impact, the sword blade was in death gray color.
His bones cracked and bounced onto his helmet, grazing with a flash of fire.
Griffith threw down his sword, drew out the cavalry shield on the saddle and swiped it. Without even seeing what he hit, there was a dense sound of rain hitting the roof.
After a few breaths, he rode through the group of corpses alone, and in the blink of an eye he rushed back to the stone bridge across the river. The silver breastplate was covered with black and red minced meat, and green and white corpse fluids slowly dripped.
He looked at the half-broken gun in his hand, threw it to the ground, and reached out to draw the sword from his waist.
The sword made by Fan Tie was unsheathed, and it buzzed like a magic weapon, attracting everyone's attention to focus on the sword's edge. Under the dark sky, the sword's edge gleamed with blood. He raised the sword again, and made a sound that shocked his soul.
The cry:
“Attack with me!”
“Attack!” The young monk who took the lead shouted together with his militiamen, rushing towards the corpse tide from all directions.
Those civilians running around in the square actually turned around and took shovels, wooden sticks and even bricks to rush towards the horrific group of corpses.
The densely packed undead creatures visibly stopped for a moment. Some of them turned around and prepared to kill civilians, while others stopped in place and did not move.
Griffith immediately poured psychic energy into the pendant and used the Insight Crystal to observe the nearby psychic ripples. He prayed to the Queen of the Silver Moon and Starlight, asking her to bless his insight and battle.
Sure enough, a black line like a spider web extended towards a roof on the side of the square. In the dark corner, someone was watching the battle here.
“Found you!”
The frost was cast into shape, embodying the sharp ice spear in Griffith's hands.
He turned the horse's head and charged towards the roof, then threw the ice spear in his hand like lightning with the galloping horse speed.
“Bang!”
The screaming ice gun penetrated the chimney, and the leader hiding behind screamed, and flew backwards together with a large piece of gravel and ice.
…
"Put down your weapons!" The extraordinary man dressed as a monk raised his staff and pointed at the envoy who fell from the roof and fell to the ground, and ordered loudly, "Put down your weapons and surrender to us!"
The leader hidden under the black robe did not listen to his persuasion to surrender, and suddenly rushed forward with a wild scream.
The extraordinary man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took his staff back to resist.
A gust of wind blew past, and the Extraordinary was hit hard and fell to the ground. He hurriedly got up and saw a headless corpse pressing on him. There were neat cuts on the neck, and the putrid flesh was flowing out.
Green pus.
“Uh!” He hurriedly pushed the body away and crawled back with his hands on the ground. Only then did he see the mighty armored knight passing by him on horseback, scanning his body with indifferent and cold eyes.
The Extraordinary One was suddenly shocked, as if death and cold had choked his throat, unable to move.
This terrifying sight flashed past. The armored cavalry passed by him in the blink of an eye and rushed back to the square where the fierce battle was taking place.
…
The living zombies who lost their commander became complete monsters, and they began to attack the humans around them at all costs. But after Griffith joined the battle, he and the resisters annihilated these monsters in the blink of an eye.
Piles of corpses were stacked in the square, and the injured who were not dead were wailing. Griffith observed the scene and found that the militiamen and citizens who had not escaped were treating the injured, and patching up the damaged but not dead living corpses.
.
He looked again at the completely dead monster beside the horse's hooves.
They were wearing tattered and torn linen clothes, and their faces were ferocious and decayed. In addition to the nauseating stench of corpses, there was also the stench of sewer feces.
These people who were transformed into living corpses must be homeless people who once lived in the sewers. They are poor people who are not registered on any documents and no one pays attention to them. Otherwise, it cannot be explained how the living corpses suddenly have such a large scale and the locals are not aware of it. If so
So many ordinary citizens were transformed and killed beforehand, and no matter how hard the local people in Ruiwen concealed it, they could not hide it.
At this time, the extraordinary man ran over in a hurry. He was holding the battle staff that looked useless and was panting from exhaustion.
Griffith sheathed his sword and asked the Beyonder beside him: "I am Griffith Brandon, captain of the reserve assault squadron, and special investigator of Beyeland. What is your name? Friar."
"Lansada Houston, I am the novice monk, Sequence 9 'Messenger', Your Excellency the Knight!" the novice monk said excitedly.
It turned out to be you. Griffith immediately took a closer look at him.
The novice monk's short golden hair was stained with blood and minced meat, and his violet eyes stared at Griffith's strong breastplate and bloody scabbard. His eyes were a little fearful but sparkling. Judging from his appearance, he couldn't be seen.
Fifteen years old, about the same age as Pasio of Verona, he is a newcomer with little qualifications.
“Weren’t you investigating in Raven Cemetery?” Griffith asked.
"That's the first stage of my investigation," the novice monk said. "I found that the living corpses at the beginning may be made from corpses that have been buried underground, but as the investigation deepened, I, I found that they were made by killing corpses.
Living people can create the same kind faster."
He was breathing heavily, and it seemed that his physique was still far behind those monsters who claimed to be priests and were actually strong enough to kill a bear. After calming down for a while, he finally began to speak smoothly and clearly:
“I found that the movement of living corpses still consumes money. The more flesh and flesh they have, the stronger their bodies are, and the more powerful and agile they are. Although the corpses in the grave can also get up on their own and become living corpses, they are obviously weaker.
"I speculate that the flesh, blood and energy contained in the human body as the material of living corpses are the driving force for their actions; if you want to resurrect the decayed skeletons, more external resources must be consumed, and the supplies of cultists cannot be endless.
They will definitely try to create new zombies in the unnoticed downtown area, so I came over.
“I’ve only been here for two days when I encountered the situation just now.”
Yes, he is a reliable and thoughtful guy. Griffith nodded and then asked: "Who is your superior?"
“I am on a pilgrimage in the Holy Light Order in Revan, and I am not directly taking orders from anyone at the moment.”
"Okay, Lanzada, I need your help," Griffith was very satisfied with the situation. "You have also seen that the Beyonders are not powerful enough to cover the lower city. I will stay here and try to organize
Can you assist me with local defense?"
"I'm very happy, knight." The trainee monk said excitedly, "You are the only commander here to support me. I sent a request for help to the Mage Tower and the Holy Light Order, but they either didn't have time to reply or
No manpower."
“The Order has no manpower?” Griffith asked in surprise.
Raven is a big city. In addition to the extraordinary people who directly belong to the government and the Mage Tower, there will also be some low-order monks in the religious orders of the local gods. They do not need to participate in secular affairs and vigilance at ordinary times, but in times of crisis
It is an important force at that time. The Holy Light Order is the main belief, and their power is relatively strong.
“Yes,” Lanzada said regretfully, “I heard that after the old bishop here, Mr. Kelian, was transferred, the activities of the local religious order have been relatively chaotic, and there was a fire recently.”
Raven's Order, the fire... are they clearing up clues about Krista? No, it's been so long, they should have finished clearing it long ago.
“Where is the headquarters of the Order?” Griffith asked.
“Across the river not far away, to the east of the upper city.”
Okay, it seems that we don’t have time to see what’s going on. Griffith felt a little regretful but had no choice. He said to the trainee monk: “Take me to see the administrator here. We need to mobilize all militiamen and armed forces.
"
The administrative hall of Xiacheng District is near the square where the attack just occurred. In this city, theoretically there should be a district mayor responsible for civil affairs and a sheriff responsible for managing the militia. They seem to have received some news and received the martial law order.
A large group of people huddled together like quails in the conference room, frightened half to death by the attack.
Soon, they saw the knight who had just been invincible in the zombie wave push open the door and walk towards them.
Griffith glanced at the room full of people and shouted sharply:
“Where are the district chief and the constable?”
A middle-aged warrior in the crowd immediately ran over and reported:
“My humble position is Herod, the Sheriff of the Lower City District. On the orders of the district mayor, he is leading the militia to strengthen the city defense here.”
“Where is the district chief?”
“District Mayor, you are gone. Now the two town mayors and the district financial officer are in charge of civil affairs.” The Sheriff pointed to the three people in the crowd who were at a loss.
It’s okay, the main person is still there, and there is still hope.
Griffith produced his authorization document and said:
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"I am Special Investigator Griffith, Captain of the Preparatory Assault Squadron. According to Beyeland's appointment, from now on I will take over the martial law work in the Lower City. Immediately give me your map, organization and equipment, and call me
Sound the alarm and call all community leaders to come and meet."
The sheriff and several officials only had time to take a quick look, and asked in surprise after hearing this:
“No, don’t you want to repair the city wall? We received an order from the city hall to enforce martial law, and then repair the city wall to prevent monsters from running in.”
"If you think the city wall can block the sewer, then I agree with you to continue this work," Griffith's eyes swept across everyone like a razor blade, "Can it be blocked?"
“Can’t, right.”
“Then sound the alarm. More living zombies will definitely continue to attack the residents here until everyone is turned into monsters.”
…
Several messengers were sent to the direction of the Mage Tower to ask for help. Griffith sat down directly in the center of the conference room, with Lanzada not leaving his side.
After briefly checking the map and manpower situation, Griffith marked some locations on the map, and then began to issue orders:
“My first order is that all civilians, bringing their own clothes and food, gather at the city square, the municipal public school, and the chapel or temple of each religious order that I have designated according to the distance.”
The people present immediately jumped up and said in a hurry:
“What should I do if I am attacked by a monster?”
“What about food and accommodation?”
“There’s not enough room for so many people there!”
“Many people will stay at home and not leave.”
Lansada stared at Griffith with violet eyes, obviously also curious about the answers to these questions.
Griffith stood up and said to everyone:
“First of all, it is impossible for the fortifications to cover the entire city in a short period of time. The living zombies will attack the residents here. After killing them, they will transform into the same monsters. Only after gathering the residents can I protect them;
“Secondly, it’s warm spring now and it won’t freeze to death. I will contact Beyeland to provide food. We have already made preparations before coming here;
"Finally, if someone stays at home, just let him go. You declare my will. The knights from Bijeran will only protect those who receive the order, and will only distribute food to those who gather together."
This answer sounds okay, and it seems to have been prepared for a long time. Although everyone still has doubts, the uneasiness and discussion have been suppressed a little.
Griffith looked at everyone and suddenly showed a strange smile: "If you have time, you can explain my intentions to the people you meet. This should help your work.
“That is——
“I, as an officer sent by Bijalan, am not here to be a saint and protect all citizens. I am here to race.”
Everyone present was stunned for a moment.
Lansada thought for a while and asked for everyone: "What are you racing with?"
Griffith took out a gleaming dagger and said slowly:
“It’s me who can assemble the troops quickly to exterminate the living corpses.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the dagger at a big rat in the corner of the conference room, nailed it to the floor, and then continued:
“The residents here are transformed into living corpses very quickly.”