Erza and Amber both looked at Griffith with expressions like they were looking at fools...
"Hey, you guys, please don't be disrespectful to Your Majesty the Knight..." Lanzada shouted. Erza glanced at him with the bright light in her eyes, and the trainee monk's speech immediately turned into a coo.
Amber thought for a while and said to Griffith: "This won't work. The dead militiamen will be transformed into living corpses."
"It doesn't matter. There are defenses and medical staff here. We will try our best to treat them. As long as they survive, they will not be transformed. For the unfortunate dead, we will cremate them," Griffith said. After thinking for a while, he added,
"My militiamen are not capable of fighting in the field, I know that."
Amber continued: "Human courage has its limits. They cannot hold on long after witnessing the casualties around them for a long time."
“So I have built fortifications and will soon put up arrow towers to maintain non-contact combat with the living corpses to minimize casualties.”
Amber raised the third question: "Armed militiamen need a lot of money, weapons will be broken, shields will be damaged, and if you send them into battle, you can't help but give them some wine and reward, right?"
This statement gets to the point.
Griffith sighed: "You are right. So I still have to reduce casualties as much as possible. In addition, I also need financial and material support. The upper city must leave me a channel for material transportation."
Erza raised her hand and stopped the two people talking: "Griffith, if you want to stay in the lower city and command the battle, that's really good, but the war is coming, and I can't stay here for a long time.
, it will be difficult for the former enemy committee to send out enough Extraordinaries to support you for the time being, only two or three people at most. You will be responsible for the lower city area with very little force, let’s call it the Southern Front.”
"It doesn't matter," Griffith replied, "If the lower town is transformed into living corpses, it will be a overwhelming zombie tide. It may not be safe for me to hide back in the upper town. Hey, no, you are here.
fine."
Erza chuckled lightly: "Our enemies will not only be living corpses. Their sealed objects have not yet been used at full strength, and such a large-scale event must be commanded by powerful high-sequence monsters."
"Then I can't give up on the southern front," Griffith made up his mind and pounded the table. "Please let Amber support me. With her here, my combat power will be doubled."
Amber was very excited when she heard this. She immediately said: "Just let me stay, captain!"
"Okay." Erza nodded.
Griffith then thought for a while: "I know that the reserve team must be strong, concentrated, and reserved to deal with high-sequence enemies and command centers. But I still hope to be given some more ballistae and Beyonders. Lordes
The Beyonder team includes my acquaintances Ophelia and Midian Maier. If we can get their support, a complete combat system will be formed on the southern front."
"I will fight for the ballista and the two Beyonders," Erza nodded and stood up, "Then, I will leave this place to you for the time being. If nothing can be done, you can retreat to the other side of the river and join me.
."
As she spoke, she packed up her equipment.
Suddenly, an unusual wave of psychic energy came.
At first, this was just the disturbance and echo of spiritual energy. However, in a blink of an eye, the extraordinary people present seemed to be facing a terrifying illusion.
That was the smell of disaster that Griffith was familiar with, and had appeared in Hepu Town.
The terrifying and shrill sound of the trumpet echoed in the distant air. Ordinary people were unaware of it.
Griffith and others immediately came to the top of the building and looked into the distance.
To the northwest of Raven, an extremely huge and unknown cloud appeared and spread towards the city. Under the gray sky, an evil green light flashed, reflecting the cloud into a terrifying color. A terrifying sound could be heard faintly.
Echoes of inhuman horror.
Erza took out a disc inlaid with gems, held it in her hand, and poured spiritual energy into it.
"This is a sacred instrument that can only be driven by Sequence 7 spellcasters and Sequence 6 and above extraordinary people. They can share vision and sound," Erza said. "Lordes must have noticed the strange phenomenon in the distance. He was very
We will soon use reconnaissance methods to share intelligence with us."
Sure enough, a clear image soon appeared on the disk.
That is the cemetery northwest of Raven.
At the end of the empty road, the desolate hills were shrouded in lavender clouds, with a strange green light appearing and disappearing. A huge black building was standing there. It should be the large tomb of the cemetery, with the four corners of the roof
There seemed to be something twisted and crawling on the top of the spire where the stone sculptures should have been.
A cemetery that can provide a peaceful place for a big city like Raven naturally covers a vast area. From the withered tree trunks everywhere, it can be seen that this place was once a peaceful green forest. Stone monuments stood among them, making people immersed in infinity.
The nostalgia and tranquility.
But at this moment, the three-story tomb in the center of the cemetery has been corroded by some strange plant-like and tentacle-like substance. It is like a black palace, emitting a strange green light to the surroundings.
The trees, grassland and even the stone monuments have disappeared, replaced by a layer of sticky black mud covering the earth. The black mud seems to be alive, stretching out tentacles in all directions. Wherever it goes, the soil under the tombstones begins to squirm and expand.
, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
In a shrill and indescribable cry, a rotting corpse came to life.
Its eye bones flashed with faint green fire, it dug up the ground with its skeletal arms, opened its decayed mouth, and let out a silent roar.
Beside it, the black mud exploded into bubbles like exploding slurry, and groups of the dead crawled toward the ground, shaking their rotten bodies.
The breath of ** and the thick sadness seem to have turned into substance, and every extraordinary person can vaguely hear the endless screams echoing.
The image seems to be shrouded in a faint layer of fog. There seems to be something scary in the mysterious darkness and shadow.
"Don't use inspiration to explore the details of the image," Erza said hurriedly. "There may be terrifying existences hidden there. The Circle of True Knowledge will try to block its breath, but blind exploration may allow you to see indescribable horrors...
…”
Before she finished speaking, everyone heard a scream.
Lanzada foamed at the mouth, fell down on the roof with a thump, and fainted. His inspiration seemed to be good, and his reckless observation made him touch some kind of terrifying scene that he had never witnessed before, which instantly knocked him down.
Far away from the tomb chamber, the black mud squirmed violently, and black towers bulged out like cysts. Evil green crystals condensed on the tops of the towers, spinning rapidly amid bursts of humming.
Endless living corpses burst out of the ground. They rushed down the hillside of Raven Cemetery like a tide, rushing towards the human city. Among them, there were some huge or agile shadows.
“Call of the Ancestor” has been activated.
An army of undead appeared.
The abnormality this time is different from that in Heura, but it is more frightening and difficult to understand.
Erza withdrew the projection and said to everyone: "I must return to the Mage Tower immediately. Griffith, I leave this place to you."
…
After Erza left, Griffith carried the fainted Lanzada back to the conference room and issued an order to the heads of various departments to come over for the meeting.
Lanzada, who fainted, fell on the sofa with his eyes dazed, drooling from his mouth, and couldn't even move.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's just him and the militiamen," Amber shook his head, "I don't know how long we can hold on."
Griffith was laughing softly, and he shook his head: "The zombie tide that appeared in Raven's Cemetery is not us. They will go straight to the most important mage tower and the upper city, cutting off reinforcements. Otherwise, the extraordinary ones will attack their flanks.
and disintegrate them.
“During this period, we may be attacked by some zombies. They should try to establish a base nearby to attack us.”
“Living corpses also need a base?” Amber asked in surprise.
"Yes," Griffith pointed to the map, "Look, there are some small-scale cemeteries and mass graves further south in the lower city. The Deathrattle Order will not let them go."
"Then we should destroy it immediately! We can't let them resurrect the living corpses there," Amber said, "Give me some militiamen, and I will take people to burn the place."
"I will go with you," Griffith said, "but we have to wait until the meeting is over and the locals can take on the defense. We first wake up the novice monks, and someone must be involved in the next work.
"
The poor young man lay flat on the sofa like a dead fish.
"Lansada, get up quickly," Griffith poured some water on the face of the fainted novice.
“Novice Lansada Houston!”
“Hey, my friend, wake up!”
Griffiths raised his voice and slapped the novice monk hard on the face.
"You can't wake up like this after receiving a mental shock," Amber criticized with her arms folded. "You are just like the captain, you like to use physical means. At this time, you should try to infuse him with spiritual energy and fill his mind. You should be like
so!"
As Amber spoke, she gestured with her fist wearing an adamantine gauntlet. The strong forearm was wrapped with lightning, and Griffith could even feel the whirring wind pressure and energy. It seemed that she was preparing to use this to control the spirit.
Can be poured into Lanzada...
"Don't do it, you'll kill someone!" Griffith stopped her in a hurry.
"Huh? What?" Lansada opened his eyes in a daze and moved his lower lip slightly. He had a pair of beautiful violet eyes, and with his pale and delicate face, he looked a bit like a girl.
"What?" Griffith picked him up and sat him down on the sofa. "What? Why what?"
Without waiting for the trainee to answer, Griffith raised his right hand and slapped the face of the limp trainee with a confused look on his face.
After being beaten, Lansada sat up straight, put his hand on his head and said, "I'm a little dizzy~"
"You are no longer dizzy~!" Amber shook her head, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
“I, I saw something terrible!” Lansada said tremblingly, “But, I can’t describe it, I don’t know what it is!”
"Whether you've woken up or not, there's no time for you to adjust now~" Griffith brought him a cup of black tea, "Prepare yourself, we have work to do."
As soon as these words were spoken, Griffith felt a strange sense of déjà vu. It was as if the scene and conversation just now had happened before.