Chapter 460: Fake Dark Creatures
The undead army, scattered and disorderly, spread out on the ground like sesame seeds blown by the wind, surged towards the Barnes coalition camp in an indescribable and even more unpredictable mobile formation.
For a group of players who are so undisciplined, even if they move around in a PC game where players can "penetrate" the game and the map is not very large, even if the team leader commands the whole game by COSing as Ma Jingtao and yelling "come closer to me" and "hold on to me tight", more than half of the players will fall behind after two maps... In this "holographic game" where players cannot "penetrate" the game and the map is infinitely large, don't even expect to maintain any formation.
Leaders like Mingfeng Chunpu, Give Me Medicine, and Yang Ying, who usually lead elite groups for a long time, never expected that their elite groups would not fall behind during the battlefield activities. The players who had already arrived at the front line of the battlefield cheered and attacked the main gate of Barnes Camp. Only then did these leaders of elite groups begin to call on their teams to assemble.
That’s right, the elite troops are the ones who serve as vanguards on a regular battlefield, but on the player’s side… the first wave of those who rush forward to die are often the most unorganized and undisciplined, and the ones who simply don’t listen to orders during team battles.
"I'm at nine o'clock. Everyone in my group, come here - don't lure the wizard boss here! If you're targeted by the boss, run away and die!"
"If you don't want to be sent to the corpse running by the wizard boss, take off your good equipment. Everyone knows the tragedy of the orange cat boss!"
"Shit! My equipment fell off! Brothers near the hill, help me pick it up!"
"Who the hell led the boss towards the wet nurse?! Do you want to wean him?"
"Spread out, spread out, don't stick together! The boss's group attack will kill everyone in seconds!"
A few minutes later, they smiled and sent off more than 400 unlucky teammates... ahem, after paying the price of killing more than 400 teammates, the players finally exhausted the mana bar of the wizard BOSS in the air and sent the BOSS off.
The several elite groups that have completed their assembly are moving closer to each other, and the undead army, with its main combat forces gathered, can also start launching a general attack.
The pressure suddenly increased at the main gate of the Barnes coalition camp, which was already in a state of chaos.
Thousands of undeads charged forward fearlessly, and the Kenyan army, which was covered by the firepower of the alchemical cannons, had a hard time resisting, not to mention the Barnes coalition forces who had no alchemical cannons to help clear the field...
Soon, some of the heavy infantrymen stationed in front of the main gate began to lose strength. After struggling to chop a few undead into white light, their knees went weak and they fell to one knee.
"The NPC here kneels! Kneels!"
In the extremely chaotic charging army, several players spotted the kneeling heavy-armored soldier at the same time, and without saying a word, they jumped towards him and charged forward simultaneously.
Looting in battle... well, disarming, this kind of thing, even the new third-test players have already practiced it. The heavily armored soldier who gritted his teeth and supported himself had just barely stood up and raised his shield, and several dirty white bone claws had already grabbed his helmet and expertly untied the straps under the ears of his helmet...
The equipment of the heavy infantry is not very "utilized" for players... Players cannot use the breastplate that starts at 20 kilograms, the cumbersome skirt clips and shoulder pads, and the arm and leg guards that weigh more than five kilograms each. They can only be sold to NPCs for recycling.
But parts such as helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, and inner armor with heart guards are very popular among players.
Especially the helmets of heavy infantry soldiers, which are relatively light, have strong protection, can protect the player's skull which is easily judged to have taken excessive damage, and are often very handsome in appearance. The premium in the internal market of players is second only to the equipment of the wizard...
The heavily armored soldiers, who were so exhausted that they didn't even have the strength to roar, were crushed by the skeletons that jumped on them. Their helmets, wrist guards, knee pads, belts and other light armor parts were quickly looted...
“Let him go!!”
At the critical moment, the soldier's comrades rushed over angrily, drove away the annoying undead, and rescued their comrades back to the rear.
This lucky heavily-armored soldier temporarily escaped the fate of being stripped of all his equipment and captured on the spot, but others were not as lucky as him; on the main gate front line, which was about 80 meters wide, several unlucky soldiers were dragged away by the undead with shrill screams.
"Damn, these damn bastards!"
The commander of the coalition forces who was present at the scene to command the troops witnessed this horrifying incident happening right before his eyes. His teeth were almost bleeding from biting them, and he roared at his adjutant when the cavalry unit could attack.
The adjutant was sweating profusely and hurriedly turned back to the camp to urge them.
Because the undead arrived too quickly and the attack was launched in the middle of the night, the coalition cavalry had just completed assembly and most of them had not had time to get ready and armed. Under the repeated urging of the adjutant, the cavalry commander had no choice but to order the fully armed troops to attack hastily.
And then... nothing happened.
This fully-strength cavalry unit bravely rushed out of the camp gate and into the vast ocean of the undead army, but they were all captured before they could struggle for long.
The battlefield at night is really not a stage for cavalry to perform...
The commander of the coalition army realized belatedly that forcing the cavalry to attack was a bad idea. He finally couldn't help biting his gums until they bled: "These despicable undeads - they deliberately chose to attack at night!!"
If Lowell, who was resting peacefully in the Shiga camp in the rear, knew the anger of the coalition commander, he would probably just shake his head with regret... That's not the case. This group of undead didn't even care about the rest of their friendly forces, and of course they didn't care whether the enemy was willing to fight them at night.
With the Barnes coalition forces concentrating their forces and defending tightly, the undead army found it difficult to break through the camp gate, and the battle situation became stalemate for a while.
An hour later, Ms. Karina, a spellcaster accompanying the coalition forces, restored most of her mental strength through emergency meditation. She rushed to the main gate and released two waves of large-scale magic to clear the area, temporarily repelling the undead army.
"Damn it, this wizard boss will also improve the attack mechanism. It will no longer kill in mid-air, but will clear the field!"
"Is it okay to temporarily change the difficulty of the battlefield? When will the planners be able to behave like human beings!"
"Hurry up and go over there, and attack the Mage Boss right after he uses his skills!"
The players who returned to the Shijia camp in the rear rushed towards the battlefield cursing.
In less than ten minutes, before the coalition commander had time to count the casualties, he saw a large group of undead rushing towards him again with great momentum. He almost vomited blood on the spot.
The coalition commander ordered his adjutant to watch the scene and, angry to the point of chest pain, rushed to the barracks where Ms. Karina was resting, sweating profusely.
"Ma'am, those undead are also dark creatures. Your dark magic has no effect on them?"
Seeing the pale face of the black magician with faint sweat on his forehead, the commander of the coalition forces asked anxiously without caring about the fact that the other party would be exhausted of his mental power in a short period of time.
"……I regret."
Ms. Karina, who was a little weak, shook her head slightly and said, "The situation of these Tarantan Undead is a little strange. They are not like ordinary black magic summons... I can't send them back to the dimensional demon world where they originally belonged."
Any high-level black magician has the ability to tear open the space barrier with bare hands and enter a certain dimension of the demon world with known coordinates.
When a high-level black magician is fighting, if he can sense the familiar dimensional demon aura from the opponent's summons - including but not limited to demon creatures, demon plants, demon aura, or part of the will of a certain great demon - he can tear open the spatial barrier and send the opponent's summons back.
The western part of the Nabaron continent is the diocese of the God of Death, and there are a large number of black magicians; even if foreign black magicians (including Yang Qiu) want to cause trouble, they often don't go to the western continent, and this is the reason... After all, there are only so many dimensional demon realms for black magicians to operate in, and it is very embarrassing to summon a big guy to help in the battle but be sent back in person.
But ... although the players are also Yang Qiu's summons, they are not from the dimensional demon world.
Karina, a traditional dark magician from the Western Continent, was truly helpless against the army of players who were merely called "dark creatures"...
Before the desperate commander of the coalition forces could speak, Ms. Carina frowned and added, "In addition, it is difficult for me to control these strange undead spirits by mental interference or usurping control... They seem to have the ability to move in the material plane due to some powerful connection. The level of this connection is beyond my reach. I think this may be because the Nightmare Butcher who summoned them has been promoted to a legendary level, or it may be due to some other reason... at least I don't know."
Using the spiritual matrix to establish connections with intelligent life in different planes and using the army of undead possessed by intelligent life projected to this plane as anchor points, this kind of operation is completely beyond the imagination of local black magicians. Karina naturally could not think this level.
The commander of the coalition forces was really in despair: "Is there no other way?!"
Ms. Karina remained silent.
The Tarantan Undead are indeed dark creatures. When they use crude attack methods that are even cruder than the rune magic of the alchemical puppets, the aura of black magic that exudes cannot deceive people.
But the Tarantan Undead are indeed not ordinary dark creatures. Repatriation is ineffective, and releasing cursed black magic such as mental interference and usurpation of will will only make them more spiritual.
Only direct offensive magic can kill these undead - but not completely.
The white light emitted by the undead before being killed is actually the light of black magic summoning. It seems that they are killed, but in fact they are summoned away. This cannot be hidden from Karina, who is also a black magician.
Judging from the frequency with which these undead returned to the battlefield after being "killed and teleported"... the place where the undead were summoned to leave was most likely the position of the Shiga garrison.
As for the Shiga garrison position, there was a teleportation array guarded by the Prosperity Church's Lowell - a high-ranking priest who was good at defense. Karina did not think she had the ability to destroy it.
Ms. Karina did not tell the commander the truth, simply because she was worried that he would go crazy on the spot after learning that the Tarantan Undead could not be killed at all.
After a moment of silence, Ms. Karina said calmly, "This war is no longer viable, General. Next, I will use a potion to restore my mental strength to its peak and cover your retreat. This will take about two hours... Before then, please try your best to resist the attacks of the undead and prepare for evacuation."
The coalition commander's eyes widened.
"If I get captured... I don't think my life will be in danger, so you don't have to worry about me." Ms. Karina said.
Spellcasters were hired to fight in wars, and if they were defeated, they would not usually be treated badly. At most, they would be asked to provide several years of service in exchange for their freedom. When the Odysseus family defeated Lionel's army, one of the conditions for peace talks was to borrow spellcasters from other families.
After all, the lower limit of the group of spellcasters can be guaranteed... Even if the spellcasters are semi-forced to serve their own forces, even if the other party will not be particularly attentive, they will not deliberately do bad things.
The commander of the coalition forces sighed dejectedly, put his hand on his chest, bowed formally to the lady spellcaster in front of him, turned around and strode away.
When the sky was getting light, Brother Lowell, who had a good night's sleep, woke up naturally.
Brother Lowell stood up and stretched, looked at the sky, took the cotton balls out of his ears, yawned, got out of bed, washed, changed out of his pajamas, put on straw sandals, and walked out of the barracks in high spirits.
In order to protect the teleportation array tent nearby, the barracks where Brother Lowell lived was very close to the camp gate, so he could see the situation outside the camp as soon as he came out.
When Brother Lowell saw the situation outside the camp, the undead outside the camp could naturally see him as well.
These undead who were originally either lazily sitting on the ground leaning against the wall or lying on the camp gate with eager eyes, became very excited the moment they saw Lowell, jumping and shouting, and countless dirty, patinated bone claws pointed frantically in the direction of Lowell.
Rowell: “…”
...Although he hadn't put on the badge yet, all he could hear was the dense "KABAKABA" sounds that broke out simultaneously; but just by looking at the reactions of these undead, he could instinctively guess that the words coming out of the mouths of those guys pointing at him were definitely not good things.
Looking behind the undead, he saw piles of captives that were mostly blocked but still visible in the corners. Lowell instantly stopped caring about how mean these undead were.
