Beyelan's cavalry had just suffered a round of artillery fire. The shells from the Ship of the Dead smashed their flesh and blood everywhere. These black cannonballs were actually surrounded by a strange black-purple mist, and they fell from the sky with a shrill sound like a banshee.
The roar of terror almost tears away the human mind!
The squadron composed of Verona cavalry and mercenaries led by Murat suffered the most serious damage. It was just a salvo, and some people were shelled. The black mist on the shells bit their bodies like flames and burned them.
They were killed in the blink of an eye. Others witnessed this tragedy, screamed and neighed in agony, and immediately dispersed.
"Come closer to me!" Griffith reined in his horse, held the light high, and stood like a beacon in the wild waves of the battle.
The fiery breath swept across with his order, and the somewhat chaotic storm and the cavalry of the Black Wolf Squadron subconsciously lined up and concentrated. When they came together, their courage reappeared and the chaos subsided.
They lined up almost under the muzzle of the guns. The black barrels of the giant ship of the dead on the flood might launch a second round of bombardment at any time, hitting their heads with shells. However, the will of the cavalry defeated their fear and reorganized into a strict formation.
formation.
"Rana, Murat, reorganize our troops. Those who have escaped, let them go."
Griffith said to his comrades. In order to launch this charge and deal with the high-level combat power of the rebels that may appear, the reliable Lana and Murat acted with him.
"There are enemies everywhere here! If the elves can provide reinforcements, they'd better come now!" Rana pointed to the tentacle monster transformed by Yin Xiusi. That thing was among the many phalanxes in front, facing the infantry like a mountain.
The defense line is pressed down.
"That's what I meant," Griffith pointed at his collar, "but not now. You attack the rebels from the side and rear, contain them, and support the defense line on the low hill. I will deal with Yinsius.
"
"What about that ship? They'll blow us to pieces from behind!"
"The Sword Comes"
Rana and Murat were startled by this idea and blurted it out almost at the same time.
As soon as he finished speaking, storms surged in the sky, and a bright light pierced the darkness and bombarded the ghost ship on the river. The blow seemed to shatter the shield and directly hit the hull of the battleship.
Under this blow, the battleship made an inhuman and terrifying roar like a living creature, and a powerful evil will faintly appeared. It abandoned the cavalry in front of it, turned the ship and sailed in the direction of the low hill.
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At the same time, an indescribable spiritual energy also rose from the top of the low hill. On the noisy battlefield, people actually felt as happy and comfortable as being surrounded by the clear starry sky and the quiet forest.
"Let's take action, gentlemen," Griffith suddenly became more motivated, "Garadia is here to support us!"
…
"The contract is made."
The black mud was spreading, and terrifying and distant sounds came from the magic circle. The terrifying breath frightened the crowd, causing them to flee in all directions.
The cavalry were all taken away by Lannes and Murat. However, monsters full of decay and death arrived one after another.
"Report progress."
Griffith's tone became low and hoarse. Heavy horse hooves and the neighing sound echoed around him. At this moment, death lingered under the iron hooves of the war knight.
One by one, the corpses were pulled up from the ground by the bone ring Minos.
They reorganized and gathered to form the terrifying servants headed by Gulatoni, the suture monster. Darkness accompanied them, and the sound of death howled from their mouths.
Griffith issued an order to recruit the Army of the Dead. However, this time, he sensed some familiar aura——
Undead units become more powerful and ferocious. They are creatures killed and enslaved by Griffith.
"Did you summon us? Lord Death Knight," with a thunderous roar, the mountain-like stitched corpse monster shook its giant body and shook off the broken flesh, "The powerful Gulatoni has been upgraded to a rotten corpse.
Death rules everything!"
"Baron Anselm, the leader of the ghouls, is at your disposal. I will eat brains and nothing else!"
"Necromancer Conix, obey your will, invincible death knight. May the queen be well."
"The undead banshee Sif is at your disposal, I hate it so much~"
Even the strange gold coin taken from Neopolis Island was trembling and buzzing. All the mysterious characteristics related to death were cheering for their new ruler -
Griffith, the holder of the bone ring Minos, the extraordinary knight who controls the power of the Sequence 5 "Death Knight"!
Shrouded in layers of gibberish, most of Griffith's extraordinary characteristics were used in the battle to defeat the fire dragon, and there were not many left. He could only rely on his own spiritual power to pull up a group of corrupted monsters.
A mixed force composed of soul corpses, necromancers, twenty-four ghouls, twelve self-destructing balls, six suture monsters and six wild beasts.
The intense spiritual energy consumption almost overwhelmed him, and something seemed to seep in through the gap in his will.
The good news is that this is a powerful force. The Blood Baron who once fought against Griffith, the mage stationed on Neopolis Island, and the fallen elves from the Bellomon ruins also appeared in the recruitment battle sequence.
Griffith absorbed or retained their extraordinary characteristics, and now they have become named elite units that are more powerful than ordinary undead creatures.
"Interesting."
Griffith whispered. He had already felt the difference in the bone ring Minos. After defeating the dragon and Yinsius, the dormant Lord of the Rings had clearly been promoted to Sequence 5.
"The power of Minos is unmatched," the will of the bone ring echoed, "awaiting your command, knight of the apocalypse. Where should the filth of the undead be spread?"
Griffith waved his sword, and the army of the undead immediately followed his will and rushed forward.
They tore apart the chaotic formation of the rebels and soon arrived near the monster Yinsius had turned into.
The giant beast that was still stumbling and squirming just now seemed to have solidified and stopped less than two miles away from Beyelan's defense line. It was thick, ferocious, and the dark red flesh curled upward, with towering fangs.
The giant pillar is densely covered with astonishing and strange patterns, and a turbulent and strange aura almost turns into reality.
It stood on the ground without any movement. It didn't look like a monster, but more like a nest of flesh and blood!
Griffith observed for a while in confusion. He was here to stop the attack, but he didn't know how to start... He was a Sequence 6 war knight, wielding the authority of a death knight, but he couldn't understand the thing in front of him at all. Yin
With Hughes looking like this, he must do something...
"Minos can gain vision of controlled units," the Bone Ring reported. "It is recommended to send out a reconnaissance force."
This is good news. Griffith nodded slightly and was about to mobilize his troops to check. At this moment, he heard someone talking...
"What are you waiting for, boss? Are you planning to let us go in to explore the way?" Baron Anselm was shouting, "There is no personal grudge between us! I will never tell you which parts of me he ate!"
Oh no, I’m already dead, but I still won’t say it!”
"I am willing to obey," Necromancer Conix said calmly, "It is my destiny to obey."
"Shut up, Skinny Bones," Rotten Soul Corpse Gulatoni roared, "Boss is just slow to react!"
Griffith suddenly felt a headache, and the thoughts of these undead creatures were cluttered in his head. He took a deep breath and gave the order to attack the ghouls.
"Fight for El! Ah, I mean the Death Knight!" Baron Anselm shouted, and was rushed in by other ghouls.
Unexpectedly, the troops rushing in suddenly became confused. Griffith could sense their aura, but could not see them. There was an inexplicable impulse and confusion that interfered with the command.
There is something here that affects the undead.
Griffith then glanced at the undead banshee Sif.
Come on!
"Let me be your eyes, Your Excellency Death Knight," the former Canaan purifier and fallen elf immediately turned into a stream of smoke, rushing towards the solidified flesh and tentacles, leaving only a resentful whisper, "I hate you."
Soon, the Banshee's consciousness came back. All kinds of people were stunned on the spot.
A group of twisted tentacles is entangled on the chitinous carapace above the head, and hanging on it are pieces of cocoon-shaped containers, and all the things squirming inside are the shadows of people.
Bone spurs, bone chains and spikes grew on their bodies, and the aura of each one was increasing. Almost all of them were transforming into the form of monsters and hybrid experimental subjects.
The moment he witnessed this scene, a series of chaotic inspirations appeared in Griffith's mind like lightning, and he immediately searched the ground.
Soon, he found a bunch of surging tentacles, growing on the gray-black bag-shaped body... Apart from the shape of the bunch of tentacles stretching out and groping around, this looked like a split lump.
, a bite deep into the ground and into the crypt... The morbid organs of this terrifying and disgusting creature immediately reminded Griffith of the earth-burrowing demon insect he had seen before.
This fortress with flesh and blood tentacles is actually producing mysterious creatures in batches and digging tunnels leading to the front line! Once it reaches the defense line...
"Anselm, Sif, withdraw!"
Can't wait any longer! Griffith immediately activated the Lord of the Rings "Kazni's Miracle", and the six weapons - long sword, throwing spear, halberd, battle axe, war hammer and flail - appeared in sequence, shining like six comets.
, forming.
Griffith summoned the breath and soul of the ancient weapon, and then used a large amount of spiritual energy to create the almost illusory form of the mysterious weapon.
"Zircon!"
A flashing arc of light appeared in Griffith's hand, which kept buzzing and trembling, and then he took out his hand and blasted towards the top of the Flesh Fortress.
"Boom!" There was a sudden explosion in the sky, and the crimson arc even penetrated the dome, tearing a shocking crack.
This blow is one of Griffith's strongest attacks, and its strength can penetrate dragon scales. However, under this blow, the flesh and blood fortress showed no signs of collapse. Instead, it healed rapidly in the cracked area and rapidly proliferated flesh and blood.