Imperial Crown.

Chapter 429: Tactical Genius
Chapter 429: Tactical Genius

Moas had never felt so calm.

The chaotic battlefield became clearly organized in his eyes.

He quickly glanced at the army behind him, and his thoughts became clearer.

The zombies are tireless and insensitive to pain. They are stronger than normal people but react slower. Their armor and equipment are tattered and they have no ability to coordinate. They just exist in large numbers.

Although the Eagle Army's soldiers are mainly recruits, they wear iron-covered armor and their weapons are all fine products made by blacksmiths. They can basically enforce discipline and have an advantage whether fighting alone or in groups.

The number of zombies is more than three times that of our side. It is not realistic to kill the enemies by force. The best way is to find the herder who commands the zombies and kill him. Then only the instinctive zombies will be left, which will be easier to deal with.

"So..." Moas closed his eyes, quickly reasoned about the tactics, and then raised his arms:

"Pass my order, form a double-row column in small teams and cut off the enemy!"

Command flags were waved, horns sounded, and orders were passed down layer by layer.

As the order was carried out, Moas couldn't help but doubt himself.

Is my judgment really correct?
If he fails to think carefully, then these 500 lives will be lost!

But now, the order has been issued, and a hasty change will only cause chaos.

Resisting the urge to scratch his own vortex head, Moas forced himself to calm down.

Whether the result is good or bad, he must be prepared to bear it.

"Hold the formation!"

Beta, the commander of the 5nd Detachment of the 2th Battalion, shouted as he walked in front of the team.

As the youngest son of Baron Kate, although Beta was destined not to inherit the family business, he was still very well disciplined and cared for, which made him develop a habit that was almost like mysophobia.

At all times, armor and weapons must be kept clean and able to reflect a person's image; when others see a mirror appear out of thin air, they will know that Beta has arrived.

But at this moment, he has put all these habits behind him.

The ground was littered with lifeless zombies, oozing out a black liquid that was as sticky as burnt syrup. When Beta stepped on it with his boots and then pulled them out, they would always pull out thin threads.

The taste is even more disgusting.

Not only the shoe surface, but also the armor had several rust marks from being chopped by the zombies' broken weapons. The sweat on his face was sticky and seemed to have absorbed all the dust in the air that carried the stench of corpses.

But Beta didn't care about that.

The feeling of galloping on the battlefield covers up all the unhappiness!
He seized the opportunity and swung his sword. The blade split the cheek of the zombie in front of him, cutting through the shriveled muscles and breaking the cheekbone. It then swept across its brain, causing most of its head to fly high.

The touch passed along the sword back to his wrist, making Beta even more excited.

He likes this kind of exciting battle!

No need to think too much, just follow the commander's orders.

Of course, all this stems from his trust in Moas.

When Moas failed to break through, others tried to comfort him by saying "you can shine elsewhere". They were just being perfunctory; only Beta himself said that sincerely.

That was the conclusion drawn from 127 sand table simulations.

He Beta suffered 113 defeats, 14 draws, and never won a single victory!
And now, Moas is indeed repaying his trust and the tactics he has deployed are very effective.

The fact that Beta can lead the team to charge without any hindrance is proof of this.

at the same time.

On the other side of the battlefield filled with the smell of rotting corpses, Gran, the commander of the 5rd Detachment of the 3th Battalion, had a completely different mentality.

His right eyebrow was naturally broken in the middle, as if struck by lightning, adding a bit of sharpness to his handsome face.

"This guy Moas... actually has this ability?"

The initiative and advantage on the battlefield were taken almost effortlessly, which made Gran a little unbelievable for a moment.

After becoming a businessman, Ge Lang was sent to Griffith College by his father. Among their batch of graduates, he was the one who was known as Hu Xia.

Hu Xia was proficient in economics, rhetoric and statistics, while Ge Lang showed outstanding talent in martial arts and tactics.

Afterwards, he joined the Second Legion of the Eagle Army as a military police, made many military achievements, and awakened the extremely rare lightning fighting spirit.

However, others had already gotten ahead of him.

Hu Xia was a civilian who became a knight before him; now that the mountain territory has been recovered, Moas is the captain again.

Gran was dissatisfied.

After all, Moas was well-known for his soft temper and incompetence. He was already a level 1 knight, but at the stage of being promoted to level 2, he fell behind those who had changed careers halfway.

But now he had no choice but to accept.

The formation that Moas adopted this time was what Gran had also learned in the academy. It was called the "Seblon Column" and was usually used in street fighting in narrow terrain.

The soldiers were arranged in two rows, advancing forward while being alert to possible ambushes on either side of the road.

Gran had never imagined that this formation could be used in a field battle, and the effect was so significant!
The constantly interweaving columns divided the battlefield into small grids, constantly compressing the activity space of the herders who commanded the zombie tide. Now the movements of the zombie tide began to become slower and more scattered.

Although there were more of them, they were divided and surrounded by them!

Grand still remembered what Count Raven had said when he was teaching them.

There is no best tactic, only the most suitable tactic.

Before this, Gran had never been able to understand it, but now after Moas's actions, he finally understood the meaning.

This guy...is born to lead troops!
"found it!"

A scream came from not far away. It was a soldier who discovered the shepherd's trail.

The sound was transmitted row by row backwards, awakening Moas from his tense state and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"call……!"

He saw that after exposing his location, the shepherd was attacked from both sides by Beta and Gran and died on the spot.

With the death of the herder, the corpse tide, which had already been cut into pieces, almost collapsed instantly.

Although the zombies will still attack and bite the soldiers based on their instincts, without unified command, they are just a group of humanoid beasts.

What follows is pure finishing.

"I did it...I did it!"

It's just a small step, just a group of zombies.

Moas warned himself, but he could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart.

He always felt that he was unworthy of anything.

Because he was so mediocre and too ordinary, even carrying the last name "Hopkins" was a pressure.

He also wants to gain recognition from others, but he either makes a fool of himself or disappoints others.

Today, Moas finally has something to hold his head high!

With a cheerful mood, even the sky seems much clearer.

Moas turned his head and observed the direction of the entire battlefield.

The 2nd Battalion led by Magid has also defeated its opponents and is currently exterminating the remaining zombies; the 1st, 3rd, and 4th Battalions are also attacking smoothly.

Especially the 1st Battalion led by Thor, with his reckless and almost desperate fighting style, he almost led the army to drill through the zombies!

Just as Moas was thinking about whether he should go to support the 4th Battalion led by Hoyaz as soon as possible, he suddenly froze.

He saw a sea of ​​skeletons coming out from behind the zombies, and on the waves of the ocean, there was a zombie that looked like a mountain of flesh, running wildly!
The direction they were heading was exactly the direction that the 4th Battalion was attacking.

"A third-level zombie... is an abomination!"

However, the 4th Battalion, which was busy killing the enemy at the time, failed to discover the monster in the first place.

"Quick, go and warn Hoyaz and tell them to retreat!"

But it was too late.

Woo, woo, woo.

The abomination swung the chain, and when the speed reached its limit, it instantly threw out the anchor-like iron hook in its hand, smashing the zombies and soldiers blocking the road, breaking their bones and tendons, with pieces of flesh, rags and blood.

With the force of penetration, it approached the back of Hoyaz!
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Chapter 430: The Star of Disaster
Moas was not the only one who discovered the abomination.

Thor also caught a glimpse of the trace of the meat mountain. As he became anxious, a thought came to his mind -

The Abomination has appeared, so how far can the Necromancer be?!
A shadow appeared on the ground and Thor looked up suddenly.

Silver skull.

The silver skeleton was flying. In this dirty battlefield, the silver skeleton scattered the sunlight, and for a moment it had a sacred feeling!
The necromancer in a black robe was standing on its back, as steady as if he were on flat ground.

Zeswei waved the bone staff in his hand and muttered something.

Behind him, the army of skeletons covering the ground raised their heads together, and thousands of zombies roared to the sky.

The grayish-white aura of death rose up like smoke and ascended into the sky along with the trace of the dancing of Zethwei's staff!

The dead white clouds blocked the sun and enveloped the earth, as if turning this place into a kingdom of death.

Zethway chanted in a long voice: "My Lord, bring down your punishment!"

"The star of disaster is falling!"

In the clouds, gray light balls fell like meteor showers with tails of flames, coating the earth with a layer of shocking white.

Faced with the falling star rain, some soldiers waved their spears to try to resist, but the spears collapsed in an instant.

The meteor hit his body, and his flesh and blood were torn and fell off like rags. He stood there stiffly and died.

The same scene was played out in every corner of the battlefield.

The star rain fell, and in just a moment, dozens of soldiers died!

And after a few short breaths, these corpses, which are only bones left, will have gray soul fire burning in their eye sockets and pounce on their former comrades.

This is not an ordinary third-level magic, but has reached the terrifying power of war magic and ritual magic!
However, there was no excitement or joy on Zeswei's face, only deep disgust:
“What a waste of my time and life!”

He hadn't expected Raven to react so quickly - the castle's belongings hadn't been completely moved out yet.

Fortunately, Raven was too arrogant and thought that he could defeat his undead army with these young people who had not even fully grown their hair and these soldiers who had no battlefield experience.

What a joke!

Zombies and skeletons are not only his wealth but also the source of his power. Now that he has cast the "Star of Ember", it has consumed a lot of the undead army's necromancy power, which is at least equivalent to the consumption of creating 2000 skeletons.

This seemed like a bit of a loss to Zeswei, but as long as he could destroy this army, it would also be a warning to Raven:
I don't intend to tease you. I will leave by myself after I finish my work. There is no need for you to meddle in my business!
"Ka-"

The eagle cries loudly.

A wind king came through the air and headed straight for Zeswei.

On the back of the Wind King is a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He is Hoyaz's good brother and the scout captain of this operation, Banks.

Facing a third-level necromancer, his heartbeat had become so fast that he could not hear it clearly. He reached into the leather bag at his waist and grabbed a spherical object.

No matter how powerful the Wind King is, he is only level 2 after all. If he were to form a large group, he could pose a threat to this level 3 Necromancer. But it would be too dangerous for him to be alone.

Banksy certainly knows this.

But the army was struggling under the influence of Zethwe's evil magic, and people were dying every second.

It must be interrupted as soon as possible!
Zeswei did not take the Flying Wind King seriously. While maintaining the spell of the Star of Disaster, he waved his staff and activated a level 2 magic stored in it:
"Bone Spear Technique!"

A bone spear as thick as a giant whale's rib condensed out of thin air, and then rushed towards the direction of the Wind King with a roar.

But it was just a random cast after all, and Banks controlled the Wind King to fly up and avoid the fatal blow.

The wind was blowing hard, and Banks calculated the wind speed and the difference between the two of them. Shortly after flying over Zesway's head, he let go of his hand.

A crystal bottle drew a parabola and, with a snap, hit the back of the silver skeleton.

The golden liquid flowed out.

"Oil of Light?" Zeswei sneered, "What a stupid trick."

Oil of Light is a very common item used against undead creatures.

It can be said that for any mission involving undead creatures, even the poorest mercenary would spend dozens of silver coins to buy such a bottle.

Indeed, this skeleton has a relatively weak physique due to its specialized flying function, but it is not a low-grade cannon fodder.

Just with this thing that costs 3 or 50 silver coins a bottle, you want to destroy his creation?

call--

Zeswei's body tilted and he almost fell from the air!
what happened?

He looked down and discovered that where the oil of light had flowed, the originally silver-white bones of the skeleton beneath him had turned pitch black, and even showed signs of breaking.

"Blood of Light!?"

The oil of light and the blood of light, only one word difference, but the effects are very different.

The former can only suppress the power of death, but the latter can burn the power of death as fuel.

But isn't the Blood of Light a secret treasure within the church?!

Click.

The spine of the silver skeleton was completely broken at this moment, and Zeswei fell from the sky like a stone!
"Damn bastard!"

As a last resort, Zeswei had to interrupt the casting of the Star of Disaster, cast a Feather Fall spell on himself, and slowly landed among the group of skeletons.

The gray clouds in the sky gradually dissipated.

Waving his staff and about to release the Star of Calamity again, he heard a roar -

"Follow me and kill this necromancer!!!"

He was a knight in silver armor. Zeswei knew him. He was the commander of the Eagle Army in this battle.

Faced with the repeated provocations from the ants, Zeswei was extremely angry at this moment:

"One on the left, one on the right, why don't you just wait to die!"

He waved his staff, and a gray-white vortex suddenly rose in front of him, sweeping dozens or hundreds of skeletons into it.

The next moment, a giant skeleton emerged!
He is 5 meters tall, his bones are as white as gems, his eyes are burning with blue soul fire, and in his hand he holds a bone club thicker than a human!

Under its feet, a circle of gray waves emanated, which was its own aura of fear!

For a moment, the Eagle Army behind Thor couldn't help but stop.

"The Plague Colossus..."

Thor blurted out the name of the giant skeleton. He had heard Eric talk about the horror of this undead creature more than once.

He also knew that his father had once independently destroyed such a colossus.

Now, it's his turn!

Silvery fighting spirit burst out, it was the iron fighting spirit inherited from Eric.

The armor on his body expanded and thickened under the catalysis of fighting spirit. The long sword in his right hand turned into a giant door panel sword, and the round shield in his left hand was as thick as a city gate.

This is the "megastructure" application of Iron Fighting Qi. Eric had used this technique before.

But unlike his father, the iron statue that Thor incarnates is more majestic than his father's, about 3 meters tall, and the face formed by the visor can vividly and clearly show his determination!

He will step over this plague colossus, defeat the necromancer and end the war!
The thick bone stick swept across, and the earth cracked along its trajectory. The stones that were originally embedded in the soil broke into pieces like broken bones and crossbow arrows.

Thor did not dodge or evade, but raised his shield to meet the attack!
when--

The bone stick fell on the surface of the shield, leaving cracks; the shield was even dented in the middle, like a smashed pie.

The mud under Thor's feet splashed like a burst water pipe. The steel boots could not withstand the huge force and broke apart, tearing off the leg armor and stopping at the base of the thigh, with blood flowing out.

But in the end, Thor still blocked the attack!
The pain turned into the fuel of courage, burning fiercely in Thor's heart. He poured all his fighting spirit into the sword in his hand, roaring word by word, as if he wanted to roar out his heart:
"Break the mountain!"

The long sword was raised high and expanded in an instant. Its length exceeded the height of the Plague Colossus. It seemed like a weapon held by a god, slashing down at the Plague Colossus' head!

The silver light spread out like a fan, cutting vertically from the top of the skull of the Plague Statue, leaving a ditch on the ground!
The fire of the soul dissipated like a ghost fire, and with a loud bang, the giant statue of plague that had just taken shape fell down, scattering broken bones all over the ground.

The fighting spirit dissipated, and the heavy armor on Thor's body became thin, and his body shrank to its original size.

With a snap, Thor opened his visor, revealing a face covered in blood. The attack from the Plague Colossus had caused a severe shock to his internal organs.

However, he still grinned, spat out half of his broken teeth stained with blood, and pointed his sword at the frightened and angry Zeswei:
"You're next, Necromancer!"

Seeing Thor's face covered in blood, Zethwe's heart, which had long stopped beating, felt a strange emotion.

fear.

He didn't think Thor could kill him, but this fierce and fearless attitude obviously infected the human soldiers, and they rushed up again howling.

Skeletons and zombies can no longer stop them.

Even he couldn't resist the army alone!
Shaking his staff, Zeswei called out at the soul level:

"Demon slave——!!!"

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(End of this chapter)