Warhammer in a box

Chapter 240 Soul Coffin
At this time, outside the Abbey of Mesenthal, Duke Herbert of Carcassonne was leading his knight army and serfs in the wilderness outside the monastery.

Although Hubbard is a Holy Grail Knight, his reputation is not very good. It is rumored that he likes married women and likes to attack married women, but this is his only moral flaw.

When the original defenders of the monastery heard that the undead frequently appeared outside the monastery, he had a premonition. He knew clearly that something was hidden under the monastery, and this group of undead must be coming towards it.

After hearing the news, Hubbard immediately arrived here with his army. He sent people to ask for help from the surrounding duchies, including King Lawn, whom they once recognized. However, only one duke responded to his call for help, that is, Duke Forcard of the Duchy of Fortmonde. The other duchies were too busy to take care of themselves at this time.

Hubbard and Focard were riding their horses in the military camp, both of them had sad faces.

Looking at the dark clouds in the distance, one can guess that the undead army on the opposite side is much larger than imagined.

"Fokard thanks you for coming to protect the monastery."

"Don't say that, Hubbard. We all know what's hidden under the monastery. If we let these undead forces get it, none of us can afford the consequences."

"I hope more people can come to support us. The morale of the serfs and knights is too low."

Hebard looked at his army. The knights who used to shout for the goddess when charging had now lost their faith. They used to know who they were fighting for, but now they were all very confused. It must be said that faith can sometimes really provide people with strength.

If even the knights were like this, let alone the serfs. These serf soldiers were all terrified at this moment. The turmoil in Bretonnia and the disappearance of the goddess made them extremely worried about their future fate.

If even the knights are in this state, can we still win this battle?

"Fokard, are there still magicians in your principality?"

"I only brought five magicians this time, no more. The incident with the goddess forced me to clean up those stubborn female prophets."

"Hey, I'm in a similar situation to you. Lilith has a monopoly on our magic. Who would have thought that without her we wouldn't even be able to find a few decent wizards!"

When Lilith was around, all those with magical talents would be handed over to the people of the Goddess Church, and girls with magical talents would be trained by her, but no one knew where the boys went. Some people also said that some of them were sent to the Magic Academy in Aldolf.

While the two were talking, a dark line appeared on the distant horizon, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"The undead are coming!! The undead are coming!!"

Someone shouted and the serfs immediately started to riot, while the knights also jumped on their horses in panic.

"Everyone, don't panic! Your Duke will always stand with you. These are just guys who have died once. If they get up again, we will let them die again! For Carcassonne! For Bretonnia!"

Seeing their duke riding his warhorse past everyone, the chaotic army formation did improve a lot.

Before, every time after I shouted "for the goddess", the knights would echo loudly, but now they don't do that anymore.

Gradually, the undead were getting closer and closer, not only on the ground, but also some flying vampire units appeared in the sky.

"Catapult! Hit it hard!"

The blessed catapults that would have appeared in the Bretonnian army were gone, replaced by just some ordinary catapults.

But the power was still there. Groups of undead were crushed by the boulders. These low-level undead had no resistance to such attacks. Looking at the large number of undead being killed, Hubbard smiled. The vampires had almost no long-range firepower. According to the current situation, at least half of these vampire undead troops would be killed when they approached the infantry line of the serfs! This was the only good news.

Seeing the undead falling in large numbers, rare cheers were heard from the army.

But accidents always come as expected. If there are really only vampires among these undead troops, then it is indeed as Hubbard thought. But this time the opponent is not just necromancers or vampires.

Among them was Arkhan the Black, Nagash's most important servant.

As a Tomb King, he can not only summon vampire undead armies, but also summon some units unique to the Tomb King.

A ball of light like white smoke with a long tail flame flew out from behind the vampire army. The Bretonnian army watched it coming towards them without any reaction. Only Hubbard vaguely sensed something.

"Quick! Run! Get away from him!"

But this was not the vampire's long-range firepower and no one could dodge it in time.

A ball of light with a hideous face smashed into the catapult line. A huge magic explosion directly blew the two catapults into pieces, and the soldiers controlling them turned into nothingness.

Such a powerful long-range force simply crushed Barto's catapult.

Looking at the catapult that had turned into pieces, Hubbard's brows twitched. He looked at the vampire army in the distance again, and saw a coffin with a huge and strange statue standing on it slowly floating forward. Under the coffin was a base made of countless bones.

As the coffin opened, the wails of countless souls emanated from it, making everyone feel the trembling of their souls. The sounds emitted by the souls carried the pain of mechanism. Another soul orb was emitted from the coffin and headed towards the Bretonnian army.

Once the soul in the coffin is released, it will never return to the coffin unless it makes the victim suffer eternal pain.

"Soul Casket?" Hebard recognized this evil creation. Bretonnia also had expeditionary forces far overseas. There were also Bretonnian troops on the land belonging to the Tomb Kings. These troops would bring news from there to the kingdom. The Soul Casket was of extremely high danger level and was marked blood red by the expeditionary forces in the letters.

But how could these things belonging to the Tomb King appear here!

Hubbard couldn't figure it out!
"All catapults! Don't worry about those undead infantry, we must destroy the Soul Coffin!!"

However, when the catapult adjusted the angle to smash the soul coffin, the flying boulders would be blocked by a barrier formed by magic.

Arkhan was casting a spell nearby to block all damage for the Soul Coffin. As an existence second only to the dead on the side of death, Arkhan's magic could cause extremely terrifying damage.

Without a wizard to suppress Arkhan, Hubbard could only watch as the Soul Casket destroyed one catapult after another.

The Undead infantry units also approached Baator's infantry line.

"Serfs, draw your swords! Those who kill the most enemies will be knighted! For your future! For your families! Fight, soldiers of Bretonnia!"

With the huge reward offered by Hubbard, the battle between the living and the dead began.

(End of this chapter)