Blood tax

Chapter 531 The All-out Battle between the Army of the Dead and the Legion ([-])

Due to heavy losses in previous battles, Griffith had to regroup his forces.Lacking the Extraordinary characteristic of transforming an army in his hand, he could only supply energy to Minos himself, and the speed of forming an army also slowed down.

The first wave of troops only consisted of high-level suture monster Gulatoni, twelve-headed ghouls, and a small number of self-explosive balls.Such a small team is naturally powerless to repel the extraordinary or the regular army, but the defense line used to surprise the trolls is also barely available.

"Most of the troll's outlying troops must have been conscripted by Commodus. As long as this small troop is used properly, it is enough to break through." Griffith commanded the troops on a low hill with good terrain. "If reinforcements are brought in, we Just wipe them out in the wild."

He carefully inspected these walls and barriers and found flaws.

"Guard me when I break through the troll city defense, Erza, it takes a lot of dedication to control the ghoul," Griffith put on the dominance helmet, and then he remembered another thing, "By the way, wait for us Leaving here, I still need you to command the troops directly under me."

"Do you mean that you want to be with me every day?" Erza raised her eyebrows, "Where are Miss Elf and Miss Countess? Amber and Miss Mermaid, do you want to join in~"

There is a large town under the pyramid south of Zuhakar.The trolls living here must always be on guard against the predation of giant beasts in the jungle. The city walls here have been built very strong for thousands of years.

"The stone wall is very solid, but there are flaws in its shape and depth," Erza looked away for a while, and commented, "Compared to this, the mysterious existence enshrined by trolls is more threatening.

"The 'Stairway of Eternity', which the tribes here and the Deathrattle Order consecrate together, is a tool for choosing kings among the troll tribes.

"This kind of plant-like existence contains the powerful life energy that penetrates into reality from the life of the virtual world, which can greatly improve the host's physical functions and prolong the lifespan. However, these gifts complement each other with the extremely high risk that comes with extraordinary characteristics— —

"Exposure to the eternal ladder will over-stimulate the immune system, leading to systemic inflammation, massive loss of body fluids, skin tissue necrosis, severe sepsis and shock, and eventually death. After some individuals are infected, the immune receptors in the body will mutate to resist erosion .

"Very few organisms can withstand the virulence and mutation of this trait.

"Like the merchants in the south who take potions for longevity, trolls seeking power turn into monsters. I wouldn't be surprised if we found some monsters in the pyramids."

Griffith did not respond.

Like the icy peaks of the far north, he moves his troops with majestic and terrifying will.The ghouls dispersed at his will, avoiding the troll sentinels along different routes and over the walls.

Minos and the Helmet of Domination enhanced his perception, and the psionic energy close to Sequence 5 was driving rapidly.

Every undead creature is his tentacles, and the battle information and threats along the way will be summarized in his thoughts.At this moment, he even had the idea that he was not a human being, but some kind of indescribable, far above all living things... non-human things.

The huge wall under the night is thick and solemn, which is awe-inspiring.However, upon closer inspection, one can feel a cruelty and resentment that has been stagnant for thousands of years rushing towards his face.

Griffith was a little dizzy, and rubbed his forehead to dispel the uncomfortable breath.Suddenly, another voice seemed to be approaching him.

Ghouls have stormed the troll camps and dwellings.They silently slaughtered the guards, and groups of trolls were killed and transformed in their sleep, becoming members of the undead army.

These living corpses howled and swept the entire town into it like a tide.

At first, Griffith wanted control.However, the exponentially growing army immediately exceeded his command ceiling.He could only control the ghouls and a few living corpses as the core, and the other undead creatures fell into a frenzied predation and killing, massacring the troll's civilians.

"Woo-!"

Griffith spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees directly.Erza thought he had been attacked, and hurried to check, only to see blood-red lightning flashing in Griffith's eyes, and countless signals collided violently in his brain.

"Warning, the number of troops has exceeded the upper limit of the command, and the security mode is now implemented," Minos began to intervene, "The basic units will be taken over by vague orders, and the control authority of the core units will be retained."

The situation is out of control.

The undead creatures don't distinguish between troll warriors and civilians. In extreme times, they infect a large number of living corpses like a snowball, and some other corpses wriggle and gather together, splicing them into suture monsters and wild beasts on the spot.

The sharp horns echoed, mixed with mournful cries, trolls, men, women and children swarmed out of the stone houses where they lived, and fled towards the pyramid altar guarded by the high priests in a mess.

"The death knight is really evil...I can't control it at all," Griffith stood up, wiping his blood, "Quick, we have to command from the front, otherwise my army will destroy everything."

Erza supported him, climbed up the city wall, and surveyed the chaos of the town.

Infected bodies are everywhere.Ant-like living corpses dragged the crying residents out of the house and tore them to pieces on the spot.

The once strong, plump muscles had become dry and twisted, pus oozed from the festered mouth, and bits of meat and viscera hung from the fangs.Monsters beyond all sanity and nightmares howled in the dark with limbs and bones in their mouths.

The trolls that had just been killed had only half of their bodies left. When they opened their eyes and found a living person, they screamed and joined the ranks of other infected bodies and rushed forward.

The rotting corpse made of white bones hangs big and small heads, regardless of enemy or friend, grabs a mass of flesh and blood and stuffs it into its stomach...

The blood froth accumulated into a stream, and formed a blood pool along the stone slabs and steps.

Ersha witnessed this crazy scene, and felt that her sanity was about to lose control:
"Griffith, concentrate your troops and drive the trolls to the highest pyramid. There must be an enemy reserve there. Clear orders can also restrain the tide of corpses."

"good!"

Griffith immediately ordered to the undead creature.A pounding headache and guilt weighed on his heart.Almost unable to take it anymore, he could only force himself to implement a rational tactical plan:

"I'm going to make some beasts...

"They have heavy armor and long-range attacks, but they move slowly without the blessing of black mud, which is suitable for defense. When we attack other strongholds, the beasts will guard our base and expand my army."

The cold thought made him feel better, as if he had nothing to do with the misfortune of the troll who watched his family be shattered miserably beneath the city walls.

"Everything has a price," Griffith whispered, "The war is fought for a hundred years. If we can't win, the end of the virtual world will swallow all living things."

Erza had nothing to say.

"Let's go," Griffith shook his head, not looking at the tragedy at his feet, "We want to eliminate the troll lord here and attract Commodus to come to fight."

……

"There are living corpses everywhere outside, they have infected half of the town."

"We sensed two extremely powerful beings, comparable to the power of a human king."

"Commod promised to send support, but Zuhaka didn't respond..."

"Master High Priest, have we been abandoned by the Holy City..."

Vinnosis stood by the altar at the top of the pyramid with a gloomy expression.Surrounded by priests and warriors who hurriedly gathered around him, they reported in panic.

"Set up a defensive line at the entrance," Wennoshis ordered, "close it!"

There are still many residents who have not escaped into the pyramid, but the situation is so urgent that there is no time to hesitate.

The troll guarding the pyramid immediately dragged over a dozen carriages full of goods and food, and built a circular line of defense at the entrance to cover the residents from fleeing to the top of the pyramid.Warriors armed with javelins, slings, and spears formed a dense formation at the entrance.

"I'm talking about closing the gate!" the high priest shouted angrily, "immediately, immediately!"

The elders and priests of the trolls, big and small, knelt on the ground in shock, hugged Vinnosis' thigh and cried:
"However, the families of the warriors are still outside!"

"The warriors have formed a phalanx, let them defend it!"

Wennoxis was so angry that he almost carried it back.Before he could pull out his whip, the circular car formation below started moving.

Rows of troll warriors gripped their spears.They stood side by side, with the spear resting on the shoulder of a warrior in front.The centurion holding a sharp ax stood at the front of the team, watching the warriors and encouraging them with fiery eyes.

"Steady! The ancestors are watching you!"

The carriage full of goods blocked the tide of corpses and blocked the vision of the phalanx.All I could hear was the loud crashing of ping-ping-pong-pong outside.And those priests and civilians who stood on higher ground were shouting at them heart-piercingly.

"Steady." The centurion raised his tomahawk, thinking that the warriors must not be shaken by the civilians above.Soon, he became impatient with the noise, and he yelled at him, when suddenly he saw all the subordinates in front of him staring at the traffic ahead, their faces turned blue, and they all changed shape, as if they saw a ghost.

"Hold on!"

The centurion roared and turned to see what was happening.

I saw that the three to four meter carriage was already covered with grey-brown living corpses with incomplete bodies.They stepped on each other, one on top of the other.Before the ones in front had time to turn over the carriage, the ones behind had already piled up seven or eight layers.

The heavy truck creaked as it was being pushed.Finally, a tide-like thing overwhelmed the truck, rolled and rushed towards the gun array!
"shooting!"

"Throw the gun! Throw the gun!"

All the troll light infantry hurled everything they could project.A rainstorm of spears and stones shrieked like torn linen, knocking down a large swath of the living corpses.

Before they could launch the second round of shooting, more living corpses were already stacked higher than war elephants, pouring in from the gap in the vehicle array.They rushed out of the direction, wrapped in the heavy carriage and rolled over.

The living corpses below were crushed into pieces, and the carriage covered with blood clots and rotten flesh was like a wooden barrel in a flood, being rolled up by the tide of gray-brown corpses and rushing towards the phalanx.

The guards on all levels of the pyramid threw javelins frantically, causing a little splash.Then, the unstoppable tide of corpses smashed the gun formation at the entrance, and the centurion and his subordinates disappeared instantly.

"Let's get out of here," the high priest Vinohis turned and left, "take the secret path."

……

The dark clouds in the sky suddenly became dense, silver arcs pierced the night sky, and thick fog with a strange smell filled the air.It was pitch black all around, and there was almost nothing visible ten paces away.

The team of high-ranking priests brought the most precious treasures and classics, left the pyramid along a secret path, and fled towards the cliff. The towns flooded by mutated infected bodies were no longer visible.

The earth-shattering screams also became weaker.The fleeing trolls wanted to cover their ears.

The gloomy darkness could not stop their progress, but it effectively slowed down their progress.Every now and then a troll falls off a cliff.

Screaming and howling winds blew over the statues and rocks on both sides, like invisible and brutish monsters spitting and staring at their fleeing prey.

At the end of the line of sight, there is no road, only an ominous black mist, which is really daunting.The road is getting steeper and steeper.

Finally, the team stopped at the highest point of the ridge, and no one dared to go down.This was originally a secret escape path, and if we barely passed through at night, I am afraid that only a few people in the entire team could survive.

A warrior came to the high priest and bowed:

"Great master, I'm afraid we can't go any further.

"The avant-garde lost contact, and the priests were unable to pinpoint the location of the Apostle of the Ability God. Before arriving at Zuhaka's sanctuary, there was a journey of forty miles in the cliffs and valleys. Trekking in such a dark night is really difficult. Too dangerous."

Wennoshis also felt that this journey was too difficult.He is also carrying precious documents, and both public and private, he cannot allow his team to be wiped out here.

He hesitated for a while, and the deep voice finally gave a response:
"Take a break and act immediately at sunrise."

The accompanying trolls immediately set up camps and sentries.However, they didn't notice that the jagged rocks and shadows on the cliff extended strangely.

The shadow suddenly seemed to have a life of its own, and slowly condensed into the shape of a scorpion tail, the abrupt joints were clearly visible, and suddenly rolled towards a sentinel.

The troll was about to yell for warning, but before he could yell, a strange expression appeared on his face, and he froze and lay down on the ground.The nearby trolls just took him for an accidental fall and didn't even bother to come and give him a hand.

Around this group of busy and tired fugitives, shadows in all directions twisted ferociously.

They crawled, curled, and merged with the outlines of rocks, bushes, and dead trees, without waves of breath, heartbeat, or psychic energy.Their mutated and menacing outlines slowly stretched out, and thick water dripped from the cracks densely covered with fine fangs, and the slender, sharp fangs dug deeply into the rock wall.

Their long bony tails are curly and sharp.When they were lurking in the darkness, they turned out to be as dead as stone sculptures. Once they moved, they suddenly appeared everywhere.

(End of this chapter)