I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Rex turned to the Night's Watch team operating the alchemical cannons. "Aim all cannons at the sluice gates, blast them all down, cut off the source first. If you can't kill them all, plug it up."

The Night Watchman who was controlling the alchemical cannon responded.

"Iron Guard Battalion, use flames to restrict its position. If it can't hold out, retreat. Don't force it."

The soldier leading the Iron Guard Battalion nodded.

Finally, he looked at Agnes.

Agnes's face had turned mostly pale, and her greyish-white nun's robe was stained with splattered bits of blood and flesh, but her eyes remained resolute.

"You can do more than you are now." Rick's words didn't sound like a question.

Agnes offered no explanation, turned around, and took a scripture from inside her nun's robe.

It wasn't big, just a little wider than the palm of her hand. The bronze cover had worn edges, and it was much older and of lower quality than Adrian's book. But the moment her fingers touched the cover, a warm golden light shone faintly on the spine.

She opened the scripture, knelt on the ground, and two nuns silently approached her from behind. The three of them murmured together, reciting the same prayer.

The pages of the scripture turned slowly, and golden light seeped out from between the lines, gathering at the top of the scripture and gradually condensing.

A radiant light, like a small sun, rose above the scriptures.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it spread outwards, and the ghouls' movements visibly slowed down. Their steps became sluggish, their roars indistinct, and several of the closest ones even knelt down.

Calling upon the angels is a supernatural ability exclusive to believers. At the same time, believers are naturally resistant to the supernatural and the corrupted. With this move, the threat of the ghouls in the cavity suddenly decreased significantly.

In just a few dozen seconds, a rudimentary tactic was devised.

The swarm of insects on Rex's body began to disperse.

Dark red worms peeled off his body in clumps and climbed onto the others, a thin membrane of which adhered to the surface of everyone's coat and armor.

The insect membrane isn't thick, but it's mainly enough to barely withstand one attack. More importantly, it provides timely warnings.

Rex's voice came from within the swarm of insects, adding an extra sentence: "The insects can't withstand that kind of erosion; they can only fight for you for a moment."

The hooded Night's Watchman stepped forward.

He raised his arms, and strips of flesh were sliced ​​off, skin split open, muscles detached, and the separated flesh stretched and twisted in the air, congealing into serrated blades that hung densely around him.

This is more than double the number of the previous round.

The Great Ascended stood beside him, a rare interest appearing in his mechanical eyes.

Clearly, the Great Ascendant had some ulterior motives regarding this alien species.

Without any extra movements, the Ascended One's body suddenly began to heat up.

The mechanical body burned from the inside out, with visible heat waves emanating from the seams, and dark red heat patterns appeared on the silver surface of the modified body.

His thinning hair was visibly curled and charred, falling off strand by strand to reveal the bare, silver skull beneath.

The remaining flesh was peeled off piece by piece from the mechanical skeleton and burned, eventually turning into ashes, while steam surged out from the gaps in its body.

As the steam dissipated, the person standing there no longer resembled a human being.

A silver mechanical skeleton, shrouded in scorching heat, with sharp, piercing sounds of gears meshing and steam pipes humming under overload.

Rex locked down the enemy in the middle to protect the area, while the Ascended and the Hooded Watchmen launched the main attack to clear them out. The squires crouched beside Rex, waiting for an opportunity to strike. The Night's Watch alchemical cannons were ready, the Iron Guards used flames to limit their movement, and Agnes and the Sisters held the rear and chanted a blessing.

"Make your move," Rick ordered.

The Hooded Watchmen were the first to strike.

The suspended flesh-and-blood blades were launched out in unison, their serrated edges piercing through the air and embedding themselves in the densest horde of ghouls.

Wherever it passed, rows of giant ghouls were impaled and fell to the ground, their wood fibers and flesh neatly severed, the cut surfaces charred and smoking.

When the third volley of flying blades swept across, one of the blades suddenly stopped.

It got bitten by something.

The Hooded Night's Watch groaned, his body trembling as pain traveled back along the invisible thread.

Without hesitation, he jerked his arm, and the blade broke in half. The front half remained in the horde of corpses, while the back half retracted into his arm, the flesh on the severed surface twisting and slowly healing.

"continue."

More flesh and blood were peeled off its body, and more blades formed and shot out.

The next moment, the servant suddenly made his move.

A purple light surged from his left hand, transforming into a broad arc of light that swept across the area just cleared by the Hooded Watchman.

Where the purple light swept across, the remaining ghouls were razed to the ground, with bits of flesh and ashes flying everywhere.

When the purple light receded, the attendant's brows furrowed.

They failed to catch him; the blood-red figure was no longer in this area and had moved to another location.

The Night Watch artillery crew went all out.

The night watchmen who were operating the cannon poured cooling water directly onto the cannon barrel, steam shooting into the sky. The barrel was already red-hot and could break down at any moment, but they did not stop.

One shell after another was fired, aimed at the openings in the walls of the cavity from which the ghouls poured out.

One by one, the breaches were blasted down, and rubble and soil rained down from above, blocking the gaps.

The second one. The third one.

The Iron Guard's furnace fire nozzles followed suit, continuously spraying dark orange flames towards the passageway at the edge of the cavity. Mithril fell between the flames, and the alchemical flames rose up in walls of fire.

They burned a fiery barrier right in front of everyone, cutting off the guillotine and the ghouls' charge route.

The gushing outlet was mostly blocked, and the rate at which the gushing out could not keep up with the rate at which the ghouls were being killed. Fewer and fewer large ghouls were alive in the cavity, and the corpses piled up higher and higher.

The Ascended One's constantly scanning eyes suddenly stopped.

The next moment, he took the initiative to step out of the formation, his mechanical legs spewing steam, and charged forward with his scorching silver body.

The intense heat ignited the ghouls that approached him before they even touched him, causing the wood fibers to crackle and shatter, and sending bits of flesh flying everywhere.

The blood-red figure finally couldn't hold back any longer.

It darted out from the gap in the pile of corpses, its hunched figure leaving a blurry afterimage, heading straight for the Great Ascendant.

The moment the two touched, the swarming insects clinging to the mechanical body of the Great Ascendant suddenly exploded.

The dark red fleshy worms swarmed outwards, weaving a dense web that trapped both the ascendant and the fleshy body inside.

"laugh."

As soon as the insect web touched its surface, the dark red worm instantly turned gray, screaming as it crumbled into dust, disintegrating piece by piece.

The swarming insects couldn't withstand this pollution, but a moment was enough.

The chest of the Great Ascendant suddenly split open.

The mechanical breastplate popped open from the middle to both sides, revealing a halo the size of a head underneath. A point of silvery-white light shone at the center of the halo and expanded rapidly in an instant.

"Bang."

A beam of silvery-white energy shot out from his chest.

The beam of light, as thick as a bucket, tore through the air with its silvery-white, high-temperature energy, carrying blinding white light and scorching heat, piercing through the flesh and blood body trapped in the insect web.

It didn't have time to react.

The beam of light pierced through its chest, instantly vaporizing the flesh and blood at the point of penetration, leaving a fist-sized, translucent hole in the center of its torso.

Before the beam of light had completely dissipated, the attendants had already moved.

Purple light erupted from his body, so intense it was almost tangible, enveloping both the ascended being and the pierced flesh and blood.

The purple light threads tightened rapidly in the air, twisting and pulling the mass of flesh inward.

The attendant suddenly clasped his hands together.

"Pfft."

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere. The hunched figure was torn to shreds by the purple light, dark red blood and grayish-green tissue fragments flying in all directions.

There was a moment of silence in the cavity.

But the servant's expression suddenly changed the next moment.

His purple threads were making a burning sound.

The purple light threads that had just shredded flesh and blood were changing color and disintegrating at an extremely fast speed, breaking apart piece by piece from the inside.

It is its flesh and blood that are eroding its power.

The shredded flesh did not die.

The mass that should have scattered into pieces, under everyone's watchful eyes, reformed itself in a way that completely defied common sense. Minced flesh and ghoul remains mingled together, churning, fusing, and expanding, bubbling up with countless blood bubbles.

In a few breaths, a huge mass of flesh and blood with no discernible pattern appeared in the center of the cavity.

It has no shape and cannot be identified as anything.

The gray-green ghoul tissue and dark red exposed muscle were mixed together, the surface constantly churning and writhing, every inch changing.

This is what it should look like.

The hunched, mouthless body with a horizontal "I" slit was just an outer shell.

It let out a silent roar.

It didn't even have a mouth, yet everyone "heard" that sound.

An invisible shockwave erupted from the center of that mass of flesh and blood, carrying a suffocating stench of pollution, and swept outwards in all directions.

Agnes reacted extremely quickly.

The golden light of the small sun overhead suddenly surged, and a golden barrier condensed from the holy light, forcefully blocking everyone's path.

"Click."

Large cracks appeared on the barrier, spreading outwards from the center. The chanting of the two nuns behind them suddenly rose, their voices trembling, barely holding the barrier from completely collapsing.

The Great Ascended Ones are outside the barrier's range.

The flames on his body were forced to shrink violently by the shockwave, almost extinguishing them.

The gears inside the mechanical body emitted a sharp clicking sound as it operated under overload.

The next moment, the flames suddenly intensified, reigniting the entire body. The temperature was even higher than before, and steam spewed out from every joint.

But the cost was immediately apparent: the firebreak that had been painstakingly created was extinguished in the same instant.

Without the fire barrier, the ghouls that were blocked outside began to pour in again.

Agnes's expression changed, and the small sun above her head began to flicker violently. The golden barrier shattered with a loud crack.

The church's chanting continued, but the holy light could no longer suppress this thing.