The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 200: The silly and adorable pigeon won the MVP!

"Holy crap...! For the sake of the Emperor, where did this cannon come from?"

Located within the Bone Cathedral, which had completely transformed into a Titan, the sudden bombardment caused the skeletal behemoth to tremble, and several necromancers inside were caught off guard and stumbled heavily.

One of the mages scrambled to his feet somewhat disheveled, frowning and cursing angrily, while subconsciously glancing at a huge green sphere behind him.

This necromantic energy core is a crucial tool for their operation, and they cannot afford to lose it under any circumstances.

If it weren't for their ability to utilize the enormous necromantic energy stored up in advance by dozens of necromancers, they wouldn't have been able to resurrect all the undead here, let alone turn the church of bones in front of them into a monstrous undead beast.

Necromancers also have their limits. Although these combat mages are easy to learn and usually spend most of their energy accumulating magic power, most of them can only be described as mediocre.

This can be considered a mage training approach of the Black Hawk Empire. In their view, a mage only needs to know about three spells.

Traditional mages, on the other hand, possess a wider range of spells, allowing them to freely combine these spells and produce more magical effects, which is completely unnecessary for the Black Hawk Empire.

Rather than having one person master dozens of spells at the same time, they would rather distribute these spells among ten people, allowing each person to learn a different spell.

After they finished learning, they combined the spells they had mastered according to the military's tactical concepts, eventually forming mage squads or mage groups.

Moreover, in reality, there are only a few types of spells commonly used on the battlefield or in production.

Therefore, these mages only need to learn common spells, and spend the rest of their time meditating, taking potions, and quickly accumulating magic power.

In particular, the principal of the Black Hawk Empire Mage Academy once said:

As long as a mage has enough magic power, even if he only knows one of the most insignificant spells, he has the ability to destroy the world!
When magic is limitless, the earth is nothing more than dust that can be wiped away at will for a cleansing spell!
Of course, these things remain only in theory.

No matter how much magic a mage accumulates, their total magical power is often limited because of the limited time for cultivation and the lack of resources to invest.

To solve this problem, they developed a series of magical energy cores and applied them to various fields, including this military operation.

"Retaliate! Quickly locate the direction they're firing from and destroy their artillery!"

"This church cannot withstand heavy artillery fire; we must finish this quickly!"

Urged on by another necromancer, the last member of the group closed his eyes and used a soul perception technique.

To be honest, this method is very useful for reconnaissance in some aspects, but it is not very effective in quickly finding enemy gunners, as is the case now.

There were so many souls around that he could hardly tell where enemy gunners might be hiding, but the series of explosions just now definitely indicated that a machine gun was bombarding them.

Recalling a series of comparative diagrams he had studied, he tried to find a contrast of soul light similar to that of an artillery position, attempting to find a place where the distribution of souls was similar to the common shape of an air defense position or an artillery position.

This can be considered a training exercise to compensate for the flaw in the spell. On the battlefield, the positions of different types of soldiers are different. The formations of an infantry tactical squad and an artillery group, or a mech vehicle group, are completely different.

Just as he was searching, another barrage of shells came flying in.

Compared to being completely bewildered after being hit before, this time he found the source of the shells, but this source seemed to be quite difficult to deal with...

"Quick! There are enemies above us!"

"Shoot that aircraft down! It's firing at us!"

Upon seeing a bomber rapidly approaching overhead, the necromancer responsible for sensing suddenly opened his eyes and shouted at the church window.

Damn it, the window arrangement in this church is really unreliable!

Clearly, the church took religious factors into account when designing the windows, so that if there is light outside, it can easily shine through the windows onto the statue, making the statue shine brightly under the light.

However, it would be difficult for them to use these windows as observation points.

A necromancer stood by the window and tried to shoot a bone spike out, but found that he couldn't see the bomber at all!
The bomber circled around and flew to the other side!
"Point the cannons at the sky and blow that thing up first!"

Feeling another barrage of machine gun shells slamming into the wall, one of the necromancers screamed in frustration.

These bones aren't that strong; even with magical enhancement, they're unlikely to reach the strength of a brick or stone structure.

He wasn't sure if the enemy's machine gun could blow through their church, but he didn't want to try it at all, especially since it seemed like it was carrying bombs underneath!

Two necromancers worked together to raise the cannons, which were originally intended to bombard the crowd, and aimed them at the sky. At that moment, the bomber was diving towards them, preparing to drop its bombs on the church.

"Wow, this thing reacts so fast?"

The player, who was piloting a bomber in a dive, was taken aback when he saw the cannon suddenly pointed at his Necropolis.

Before he could say anything, two necromantic rays, like green torrents, covered his bomber, and he and his teammates on the plane were left bewildered and waiting to be respawned.

"Well done! Hahaha, it seems this is the Cambrian Empire's new type of aircraft. This thing is nothing special!"

Upon seeing the pilot of the bomber instantly turn into a pile of broken bones under the necromantic ray, the necromancers, who had been furious, burst into laughter.

As for manipulating these skeletons to seize control of the bombers and then operating this war machine himself?

Believe it or not, one of the necromancers actually considered doing that when they were firing the necromancer ray earlier.

Unfortunately, after trying it out, he found that operating this aircraft was not as easy as he had imagined. At least with his control over the skeleton, he was not yet capable of piloting the skeleton in an airplane.

"Wait a minute, why does our energy core seem to be losing some energy?"

The dead mage, who had just shot down the plane, looked back and suddenly felt that the energy core in front of him seemed to have dimmed a little.

He couldn't help but frown slightly, but his companion beside him said nonchalantly:

"Who knows? Maybe it's another substandard product from the logistics department?"

"Let's finish this quickly and stop wasting magic!"

Watching the player's plane spin and crash, Andrei couldn't help but cover his face.

He had originally planned to use the Spellsteal spell to help the player when they were diving in their bomber.

However, he didn't know if the church had some special effect or what, but he clearly felt that he had stolen a large amount of magic power, and even felt that his body was so full that he was uncomfortable, but the church in the distance did not react at all.

Could it be that the necromancer in this church has such abundant magic power that he can completely withstand his magic extraction?

Andrei couldn't understand what was going on. Seeing the player's plane crash to the ground and explode into a pile of sparks, he felt even more distressed.

The player was ultimately careless, thinking he could launch a dive attack from the rear and bomb the church to take it down.

Unexpectedly, the enemy's Bone Church turned around extremely quickly, so much so that the player accidentally came face to face with the enemy's necromantic ray.

But this also made Andrei realize that it wouldn't be too difficult for the Air Force to destroy this thing!
"What about the other air force personnel? What are they up to this time?"

Looking at the sky, Andrei couldn't help but urge them on.

Although he knew that most players weren't at the airport at this time, and that most of them had probably come over to join in the fun.

But he still couldn't help but hope that more players would operate the plane and make a miraculous appearance.

Otherwise, if such a terrifying weapon were allowed to roam freely throughout the city, who knows how many casualties would be in Luga City now?

Unfortunately, no second plane appeared in the sky.

After some players saw that the plane seemed to be able to deal with this thing, they immediately ran towards the airport. Several players rode off on three-wheeled motorcycles at high speed.

Seeing the players speeding away at breakneck speed, Andrei breathed a slight sigh of relief. He estimated that they would arrive at the airport soon and then find a plane to take off.

I must say, the airplanes from the game system are truly ingenious!
Only now has Andrei discovered another major advantage of these aircraft—they do not require ground crew or advance preparation!
Under normal circumstances, even modern bombers and fighter jets require ground crew to perform some operations before they can be deployed.

Needless to say, refueling and loading bombs alone would take a very long time. Those planes that were bombed and destroyed on the airport before they could take off during a surprise attack were basically destroyed because they didn't refuel.

However, players' aircraft are completely unaffected by this issue.

What's "cheering on"? It doesn't exist!

As long as the plane appears at the airport, it can fly directly without needing ground crew!
In comparison, the airship air force, even with prior preparations, still needs several hours to take off, and must be crying in the bathroom.

With no air force providing aerial support, the players on the ground charged towards the skeletal giant with reckless abandon.

This Emperor-class Titan made of bones looks a bit over the top!

Although this thing is far from being as big as an Emperor-class Titan, if you had to compare it, it would be about the same size as a Marauder Titan.

Even so, when this thing stands on the ground in the city, it's obvious from afar that it's the most eye-catching thing in the entire city.

But it doesn't matter. For players, this thing is visually impactful, but it just looks a bit exaggerated. They'll still rush to buy it.

According to the players, no matter what the boss looks like, they just have to fight it!

Since this boss is in the game, they can definitely defeat it!

Although players can't see anything like a health bar from their perspective, they believe that there must be a health bar, it's just hidden.

Unfortunately, the first obstacle in front of the players was the large number of skeletons resurrected from the graveyard.

Although these skeleton soldiers have no equipment and look incredibly fragile, easily knocked over with any blunt weapon.

The problem is, there are just too many of these skeletons!

Furthermore, skeleton soldiers also have some special effects. For example, when a player used the invincible bayonet charge, he was surprised to find that his bayonet charge was not invincible!

Theoretically speaking, a bayonet charge should kill any humanoid unit it strikes, even powered armored infantry, who would not escape a fierce bayonet charge.

The problem is, when his bayonet pierced the skeleton in front of him, it actually went right through the skeleton's bones!

It's unclear whether it was deemed invalid because there was no substantial increase in severity, or for some other reason, but this player's bayonet charge ended up being a complete failure.

Before he could even draw his bayonet and create some distance, the skeleton in front of him grabbed him tightly.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of skeleton soldiers swarmed over him, burying him in the bones, and tore him to pieces in no time.

"Flamethrowers! Get the flamethrowers! And grenades too!"

"Use explosive damage more often; piercing damage isn't as effective against skeletons. And those reckless brutes who just charge in all the time, stop charging in like that!"

One player shouted at someone, but immediately afterward, another player next to him asked with a curious look:

"Seriously, are you sure a flamethrower can burn this thing to death?"

"This thing is practically skinny, and there doesn't seem to be anything that can be burned. We can't just let the flamethrower incinerate it on the spot, can we?"

Upon hearing this, the player who had just shouted rolled his eyes and said irritably:

"How am I supposed to know if a flamethrower can burn this thing? I've never tried it before!"

"In my memory, most games have a setting where fire counters undead, right?"

With an attitude of academic research, a player immediately got a set of flamethrower elite armor, grabbed a flamethrower and rushed up to burn the skeleton in front of him.

Unfortunately, they discovered that this thing doesn't seem to be very susceptible to fire damage.

After burning for a long time, these skeletons, apart from being engulfed in flames, were still able to continue charging.

In the end, it was the double-barreled shotgun in the flamethrower soldier's hands that worked quite well; it could basically kill a skeleton with one shot.

The other Cambrian soldiers, initially filled with fear at the sight of the densely packed skeletons before them, suddenly brightened when they saw their comrades charging forward with shouts of "Hurrah!"

They were afraid before, but there was nothing they could do. After all, they were just normal human beings, and generally, they had a low level of education and a high degree of superstition.

Faced with this scene, even an old scholar would be compelled to pray, let alone those of them who have only a superficial understanding of magic, or even no understanding at all.
So much so that from the very beginning, very few Cambrian soldiers charged forward; almost all the soldiers were terrified by the sight before them.

But that's how the atmosphere on the battlefield is; once someone takes the lead in charging, it's easy for others to get carried away and follow suit.

When a large group of people rush forward together, then even more people who act impulsively will follow them.

Even if they look back on it later, they will feel terrified, but at that moment, their minds really went blank.

"Brothers, lads, Lieutenant Colonel Vorontsov's guards have already charged in, what are you still hesitating for?"

"Charge! Drive these blasphemous monsters back and condemn them to eternal damnation in the icy hell!"

Amidst a roar of fury, a large number of Cambrian soldiers shouted "Hurrah!" and charged forward with the players. Andrei even saw someone pull out a small flask from somewhere while charging and start chugging it down.

Meow!

Russians like to drink alcohol during wars and carry various kinds of alcohol with them, which seems to be a subtle but glorious tradition.

Surprisingly, even in another world, the Russians still have the custom of drinking while charging into battle.

Seeing the people rushing forward, Andrei became somewhat anxious.

It's okay if the players rush in; those players are like cockroaches, they can revive after dying, and they all have various amazing abilities.

But what good would it do for these ordinary soldiers to rush in?

Could they possibly demolish that church of bones with their rudimentary rifles and stocks?
If they rush in like that, with a group of people gathered together, they will only become live targets for that necromantic ray. Didn't you see that Andrei is hiding in a secluded place and didn't dare to rush in?
Unfortunately, these soldiers didn't think that much when they charged forward.

They just felt that their comrades had already rushed up, so why didn't they rush up as well?

These soldiers who were launching their charge soon became the target of the Church of Bones.

The fleeing crowd had already run several blocks away and was blocked by buildings. The Church of the Bone lacked sufficiently penetrating attack methods, so it was not suitable to continue attacking it for the time being.

But these Cambrian soldiers, charging at them like madmen, became their perfect targets.

"What a group of warriors! It's just a pity... warriors are the ones who die the fastest on the battlefield!" With these indifferent words from the necromancer, two thick green necromantic rays shot out and swept into the charging infantry ranks.

Seeing this scene before him, Andrei couldn't help but close his eyes in pain; he could hardly bear to look at such a sight.

Those struck by the necromantic ray, whether players or ordinary soldiers, froze in place, letting out painful screams.

For players, it's just a cutscene when they get killed.

Even if they watched their teammates being instantly stripped of flesh and blood and transformed into moving skeletons, they would only think the scene was incredibly realistic, just a little scary.

But for ordinary Cambrian soldiers, they truly experienced the pain of having their flesh and blood peeled off their bodies before they died!

In an instant, more than a hundred Cambrian soldiers who had just rushed forward were swept down. The remaining soldiers instinctively lay on the ground, then touched themselves in horror. Only after confirming that they hadn't turned into skeletons did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Just a second ago, he was surrounded by a group of passionate comrades-in-arms charging alongside him.

But the next second, when they stood up from the ground, they found that their comrades had turned into a pile of bloody, mangled skeletons.

When those eyes, gleaming with the fire of their souls, suddenly stared at them, many soldiers screamed and went mad with fear on the spot.

"Retreat! Retreat now! Stop making unnecessary sacrifices!"

One of the company commanders, who had previously charged forward in a moment of impulsive rage, looked at the scene before him, blew his whistle with a pained expression, and ordered the surrounding soldiers to retreat immediately.

Upon hearing the whistle signaling retreat, many soldiers, whose minds had already gone blank with fear, hastily retreated, almost desperately trying to escape this hellish place.

Some soldiers were too slow to escape and were overwhelmed by hordes of skeletons, disappearing into the skeletons amidst screams.

"Damn it, where did the intruders go?"

Hiding in a group of houses, Andrei cursed angrily, wondering why no players were using the Intruder Set at a time like this.
But in the next second, he saw several players equipped with Intruder Sets silently circle around from the side and then simultaneously fire flares at the large group of skeletons.

Unfortunately, if they had the means, they would also like to launch the signal flare directly at the distant Church of Bones.

However, their signal flares couldn't travel that far, and the area around this church of bones was a vast ocean of skeletons. No matter how many skeletons exploded in front of them, they simply couldn't break through!

Several signal flares suddenly struck the Skull team, and the next moment, a barrage of subspace artillery fire appeared out of nowhere.

The continuous artillery fire bombarded the skeletons. Although the area affected by the fire was not very large, it was extremely dense, making it ideal for dealing with these clustered mobs.

The continuous bombardment blasted over swarms of skeletons. To avoid being locked on by the enemy, the intruders fired signal flares while darting around as nimbly as monkeys.

For the special unit of invaders, they don't need to think about anything else but their own survival, and then they just need to fire a couple of shots at the enemy from time to time.

Therefore, they don't need to rush forward or fight fiercely; they just need to survive as long as possible.

The more stealthy the invader, the more damage they can inflict on the enemy, and the more hated the enemy will be.

The continuous shelling, though not directly hitting the church of bones, still gave the necromancer inside a big fright.

"What's going on? Why are there more shells coming?"

"I wonder, could it be that their artillery is already in position on the outskirts of the city?"

The necromancers looked at each other in disbelief, unable to believe that the Cambrian Empire's artillery could have such an exaggerated reaction speed.

From the time they pulled up the Church of the Bone until now, less than five minutes have passed. Unless the enemy's artillery was already prepared on the position, how could they have fired the shells so quickly?

But honestly, unless they could have anticipated the commotion here, why would they have aimed their cannons at the city first?
Although the necromancers were confused about what was going on, one of them immediately grasped the key point:
"Enough! Damn it, let's not get entangled with those soldiers!"

"Get this necromancer fortress into the city as soon as possible and kill as many enemies as possible. I refuse to believe that the Cambrian people are so crazy as to ignore the civilians in the city and bombard their own city."

Immediately afterwards, the necromancer pointed his hand diagonally forward with a fanatical expression and shouted:

"For His Majesty the Supreme Emperor, for victory!"

These necromancers were willing to come here to participate in such a risky mission, which meant they were already prepared to die.

They knew very well that they would most likely not be able to retreat. Even if they happened to summon an extremely powerful weapon, it was unlikely that they could defeat the entire city's garrison.

But it doesn't matter. Their military operation this time is to inflict maximum damage on the enemy with minimal cost!

If their lives, along with those of a few necromancers and some infiltration squads, could be exchanged for a riot of the undead in countless cemeteries throughout the city, and for the entire city to be engulfed in flames, then their sacrifice would be worthwhile!
The massive skeletal church rumbled and swayed, slowly approaching the city center with heavy steps.

Several players had already driven their armored vehicles over and aimed their cannons at the church. Several shells hit the legs of the skeletal church directly.

The 76mm grenade exploded with a deafening roar, creating craters in the thighs of the skeleton, making the ossuary appear to be crumbling.

"Guys, keep firing at that thing's legs!"

"That thing's legs should be its weak point. If we destroy its legs, it should fall down!"

One player said excitedly, but he was immediately proven wrong.

They had just blasted several holes in the thing's leg when bones from other parts of the body automatically shifted into the gaps in the leg.

In just two or three seconds, the leg that had been blasted into several large craters was completely healed.

"Come on, why all the fuss?"

"Leave it to me, let me take care of this!"

Just then, a player suddenly shouted to the others in the chat area. The other players turned around and saw that a player had somehow driven a Saint-Samon tank up there!
"Great! It's just a silly pigeon! We're saved!"

Upon seeing the Saint-Shamon, the players' faces instantly lit up with immense joy, because they suddenly realized that the Saint-Shamon, which could summon void artillery by sending pigeons, seemed particularly effective against this thing!

The invaders' bombardment was fierce, but because of the sea of ​​undead blocking their way, they were unable to get to the front of the church anytime soon.

As for firing while charging forward?

I'm sorry, but the intruder's shells can also damage you. If you don't dodge in time when the intruder fires, you might get blown up as well!

However, pigeons, being silly and cute, don't have this problem.

They're just a bunch of skeletons, we can just crush them with our tracks!

If these skeleton soldiers can stop the tanks, then the Black Hawk Empire won't need any other armies in the future; they can just summon a horde of undead and sweep through everything!

The rumbling Saint Chamon tank instantly attracted the attention of the ossuary church.

Inside, necromancers were discussing whether to fire a necromancer ray to kill all the drivers inside this strange iron coffin.
However, the necromancer captain in command shook his head and pointed to the distant city area, saying:

"That's enough. There's no need to waste our precious energy on this. We don't have much energy left!"

"This church consumes far more energy than I imagined. We need to focus our energy efforts on killing people."

"As for that armored vehicle, we can just stomp on the church and blow it up. I don't believe that iron coffin can withstand the weight of several hundred tons!"

Upon hearing this, the necromancers all chuckled coldly.

The thought of crushing enemy armored vehicles like stepping on a cockroach makes them feel incredibly satisfied!
Clearly, they didn't realize just how terrifying the silly, adorable pigeons really were.

Even now, they're still thinking of just walking over and crushing it like a fly!

As it advanced, the main gun at the front of the Saint-Chamon tank continued to fire.

However, with the necromancer's constant adjustments, the legs of this skeletal church would heal from time to time.

They had to admit that such shelling did slow down the movement of the Church of Bones, but it didn't have any particularly lethal effect.

Following this trend, unless they can exhaust the skeletons in the church or deplete the energy of the mages inside, it will be difficult for them to completely stop the monster in front of them in this way.

But it doesn't matter, the Saint-Shamon, which was speeding all the way up, wasn't planning to use its main cannon to stop this thing!

Skeleton soldiers stood in front of Saint-Samon, trying to block the tank with their own bodies.

But the heavy iron coffin simply and cleanly ran over the skeleton soldiers' corpses, crushing them into pieces as if it were a pile of garbage.

As the Saint-Samon tank drew closer to the church, both the necromancer inside the church and the driver inside the Saint-Samon grinned maliciously.

Facing the statue of Saint Chamon, the church strode toward the iron coffin, but one of the necromancers suddenly saw a pigeon fly out of the tank.

"What's going on? Are these guys trying to release their pets before they die?"

Seeing the pigeon fly away in an instant, the necromancer muttered to himself in puzzlement, and then prepared to raise his big foot and stomp on the tank in front of him.

But in the next instant, a sudden shelling caused the church roof to shake violently.

It was unclear where the artillery fire suddenly came from, just as abruptly as the previous artillery barrages accompanied by signal flares.

They had no idea where the shells were coming from, but they felt that countless shells were constantly falling on the roof of their church.

More than a dozen shells fell out of thin air in a second. Since the tank had driven almost to the bottom of the church, almost all of these shells hit the roof of the church.

Clearly, the church's towers and roof, already dilapidated from the previous upheavals, were no match for such a concentrated artillery barrage.

A chaotic barrage of shelling caused the church's roof to collapse, with large amounts of debris and bricks raining down.

"Quickly! Protect the energy core!"

Seeing that the green energy core placed inside the church was about to be smashed, a necromancer exclaimed in alarm and instinctively released a bone shield towards the energy core.

But then, he was smashed into a pulp by the falling bricks and stones.

Without the mage's support, the newly formed bone shield shattered in the blink of an eye, only managing to block a small wave of bricks from the energy core.

The other two necromancers quickly followed suit, risking being crushed to death, to use their shields to protect the energy core.

Under the combined defense of multiple bone shields, the energy core was not destroyed and successfully withstood this round of bombardment.

However, the remaining two necromancers also met a tragic end, with one dying and the other severely injured. One of them was pierced through the shoulder by a long wooden stick, and the seriously injured necromancer looked at his companion lying in a pool of blood, his eyes flashing with resentment.

Even now, he still hasn't guessed that this barrage of artillery fire came from the same tank as before.

After all, the tank had just released the pigeons when the shelling arrived, so it was clearly not the tank that attracted the shelling!
Besides, isn't the location of their Church of the Dead obvious enough?
Such a large and outstanding object doesn't even need carrier pigeons to report its coordinates; artillery can lock onto it easily.

Due to blood loss and excruciating pain, his mind was in chaos, but his body still instinctively wanted to manipulate the church to crush the tank.

Unfortunately, the cooldown time for the pigeon's silly and cute skill has already ended.

Another pigeon was released, and a barrage of shelling rained down on the church roof with incredible intensity.

This time, however, the church could not possibly survive the shelling!

Two shells blasted in through the hole in the ceiling, instantly turning the necromancer inside into pieces and completely destroying the necromancer's energy core as well.

Andrei, who was watching the players fight from the back, suddenly saw the skeletal church spew out a large cloud of green energy, just like the aurora borealis.

Immediately afterward, before his brain could even process it, the church collapsed to the ground like a landslide, scattering into a huge pile of wreckage and fragments.

"Great, we've taken care of that thing!"

"MVP! The silly and adorable pigeon has won the MVP!"

The players grinned and cheered, but unfortunately, the Saint Chamon tank below the church was destroyed in a flurry of smashing and explosions, resulting in a mutual destruction.

Upon seeing the collapsed church of bones, the other soldiers around were all stunned.

Before this, they thought this thing was simply the embodiment of invincibility, its abilities were so abnormally powerful!
But when they turned around, they saw that this behemoth had been inexplicably destroyed by a series of artillery shells, which made them praise their artillery brothers in the distance and burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Putting aside other times, at least in this moment, they had never been so grateful to their artillery brothers.

Meanwhile, the artillerymen in the distance were completely bewildered.

What's going on? We haven't even finished setting up the cannon yet, how come it's already broken?

Which artillery unit fired that? How come they didn't know that there were other friendly artillery units nearby that were already ready?

All the necromancers were killed, and the necromancy core inside the church was destroyed. When both of these things were destroyed, the skeletons in the city were instantly restored to their original state, and the skeletons fell to the ground and scattered everywhere.

Andrei's players also withdrew from the battlefield, and seeing the NPCs around them celebrating so enthusiastically, they were also somewhat infected by the joy.

Although gamers don't really care about these things and are mostly just playing for entertainment, being surrounded by a crowd and cheered like a hero still makes them feel great.

Although most soldiers believed that the artillerymen in the rear would ultimately be the ones to achieve the best results.

But in any case, they had witnessed the heroic fighting of Andrei's soldiers.

In any army, bravery is admired, and Andrei and his Independent Regiment were brave to the extreme!
Although the battle was over, the work that Andrei and the others needed to do was not over.

Before that, Yelena and other medical personnel had evacuated immediately, running to the back with the other refugees.

However, at this moment, they had to run back again because they still needed to treat the wounded in this war.

Meanwhile, the city's defense commander, Vasily, flew into a rage and, in the harshest tone, showed no respect for the Church of Winter, questioning them about the church's existence.

If they hadn't built this church with bones beforehand, the enemy necromancer's sneak attack would never have caused such a huge loss!
Andrei didn't go to the front to watch the commotion; after all, when gods fight, little devils suffer.

He didn't want to inadvertently incur the church's wrath, even though he also deeply loathed the church.

Meanwhile, as dawn broke, another shocking piece of bad news came back from the front lines.

(End of this chapter)