Chapter 123: Killing people... and destroying their hearts?
"It's obvious that these two brothers have read too many online novels and have a grudge against the authors of the novels."
"Who cares who's in charge? Let's get the points first!"
"It's finally our third wave's turn. It's important to get points. After the game, I'm going to log off and have dinner!"
The players were shouting that there was no tension or entanglement in the battle, and the most intense battle would begin as soon as the two sides came into contact.
One side wants to gain points, while the other side is holding its breath to kill all the undead.
"Damn undead! Kill them all!"
Father William was so angry that he was shaking all over. As a great priest, when had he ever suffered such torture and humiliation?
This group of undead are not human at all . They fight each other, leave and come back again. What do they think of the temple and the imperial army!
Halfway through the battle, even Father William came to the battlefield.
Several powerful ranged magic spells were released in succession, defeating the third wave of attack from the player camp.
An hour later, the battle was over.
The Imperial Legion paid the price of more than 20,000 infantry regiments, more than 3,000 temple knights, and 5,000 clergy monks before it barely defeated the third wave of the Undead offensive and wiped out all the Undead.
At the end of the fight, even Father William was injured, with one arm broken and bleeding profusely.
It was all because those two ghosts were too cunning. They brought many ghosts and killed many monks. After Father William took action, they attacked Father William at all costs.
If it weren't for the desperate protection of several Temple Knights, Father William would have been killed.
What made Father William most angry was that when only a few undead were left, they were still laughing.
"Brother Kan is really amazing. He almost killed the high priest. That's something that Brother Long and Brother Dali couldn't do."
"Kan's younger brother, Duan, is also very strong. Both brothers like to play assassins and are good at it."
"Undead version of the Assassin's Brotherhood? They are truly a template-level player for my Great Assassin! Ghost players like me now have a direction to learn and move forward!"
Why aren’t these undead souls afraid even when they die?
There is no light in their eyes, and they don't know how to fear the light!
William was very angry and furious. He couldn't help but screamed to the sky: "Ahhhhhh!"
Why can’t I be happy at all even though I’ve won three battles in a row?
Is light so ridiculous in the eyes of darkness?
"There are so many undead souls... Why are there so many undead souls that can never be killed..." The bishop also shed tears of sadness. He closed his mouth tightly and dared not say another word.
"let's go."
Father William sighed deeply. A Temple Knight covered in blood and wounded asked, "Father, where are we going next? Should we continue to the North?"
"No, we retreat!"
Father William took a deep breath and said firmly: "There must be more undead waiting for us on the road ahead!"
This time, Father William refused to be fooled.
Whoever wants to attack the Northern City can go ahead, whoever wants to snatch the next Palace Master can go ahead, I just want to go home now! Back to the Thorn Flower!
The bishop asked in a trembling voice, "Your Excellency the High Priest, are we not going to the North?"
"How else can we go?"
Father William was filled with mixed feelings and glanced at the army around him.
There were only more than 10,000 imperial soldiers left, less than 2,000 wounded temple knights, and more than 3,000 monks who could no longer cast divine spells.
Even Father William himself was exhausted. He had already cast many spells today, and now he couldn't even cast the weakest healing spell.
What's more, it is still night time, when the undead are at their strongest fighting power.
If another wave of undead legions comes, all members of the Imperial camp will die here.
William doesn't want to die yet.
So he didn't want to take any more risks and he wanted to retreat.
After hearing the high priest's words, everyone fell silent and acquiesced in the decision to retreat.
The fight had reached such a tragic stage that everyone had lost their passion and desire to fight, and their morale was extremely low.
Retreat is the wisest decision.
"Everyone, clean up the battlefield and retreat immediately! Let's go back to Thorn Flower!"
Upon hearing the military order, many soldiers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, finally they didn't have to fight anymore.
It’s not that they are cowardly and dare not fight, but that they are no longer able to fight.
Almost everyone is dead. If the fighting continues, won’t everyone die here?
More than 100,000 people came with high morale, but after a day, only less than 20,000 remnants were left.
The fact that there were no deserters despite such a horrific casualty ratio shows that these imperial soldiers are elite enough.
Father William began to retreat with his troops.
The retreat went very smoothly. Half an hour later, the remaining troops of the empire arrived directly at the forest that had been burned by the fire.
Even in the dark, under the moonlight, you can see the ashes and charred trees at the entrance of the forest.
"Fortunately the High Priest is wise!"
The bishop's mental state had recovered. He whispered, "If we go further north, we will definitely encounter danger. We have been retreating for so long, but we haven't encountered any danger at all."
"Um."
Father William nodded. "It seems that my guess was correct. The undead only thought that we would attack, but did not expect that we would retreat."
"Let's go, let's go home and bring the news to His Excellency the Marshal."
Father William could not wait any longer. He was now longing for a bowl of hot water and fragrant bread.
"etc!"
The bishop suddenly stopped, and his behavior startled Father William: "What happened? Are the undead catching up?"
The bishop raised his hand and pointed forward with trembling voice: "Father, look ahead..."
Father William looked in the direction the bishop's hand was pointing, and saw a group of dark shadows suddenly appear at the entrance of the forest, swaying and densely packed.
They approached quickly and revealed their figures in the moonlight.
"Oh my God, why is it happening again..."
Father William almost squeezed out a painful groan from his mouth: "Why are there still undead souls? It never ends!"
"My little ones, Daddy has been waiting for you for a long time again!"
It was still the familiar sound of arrogant laughter. A skeleton wearing armor and carrying his signature large bone knife led the undead army and walked out from the depths of the forest under the moonlight.
The word "again" made the bishop feel uneasy, and the clergy all looked over.
"It's you!"
Father William was shocked. He recognized Long Aotian. He widened his eyes and looked at the skeleton in front of him with disbelief: "Didn't I purify you a long time ago?"
"Pooh!"
Long Aotian spat out, his tone full of disdain: "Just you, you want to kill me? Do you have a key?"
Father William's face was filled with shock and disbelief, and no one could understand the confusion in his heart.
How come the undead that had clearly
The high priest racked his brains but couldn't figure out the reason.
Could it be that the undead are immortal?
Father William suddenly realized this, and an endless sense of fear enveloped him at this moment. He suddenly figured out why he encountered wave after wave of ambushes from the Undead Legion tonight!
It’s not that there are many undead in the Northern City, but that the undead can’t be killed completely!
Even if you kill them, they can be resurrected!
"You can be reborn!"
Father William muttered to himself, and then shouted at the top of his lungs: "I remember now, the Eighth Section of the Oracle, the enemy of God, the undead... the undead! The undead are monsters that cannot be killed!"
"Brother Long, this old guy seems to be crazy."
Ma Kesi said: "We are a bit unfair. We not only kill people but also destroy their hearts. We also drive the old man crazy before he dies."
"You also know that you are not kind?"
Long Aotian looked at Ma Kesi with disdain: "Tsk tsk tsk, look at what you did, killing people... and destroying their hearts? How terrible!"
Ma Kesi was stunned when he heard this.
That's not right, Brother Long.
I didn't do anything. You were the only one who provoked this NPC old man.
"You know how to respect the old and love the young? The Saint said, be a good undead."
Long Aotian patted Ma Kesi's shoulder and said earnestly: "What are you waiting for? Send the old man on his way quickly."
"good."
Ma Kesi nodded and led the undead players in launching the final charge.
