Not an Infinite Manga

Chapter [-] The Inhuman Battlefield

Whether it's a soldier in armor or a commoner in ordinary clothes, these beings crawling out of the ground are all people who lived in the central fortress not long ago.

But in their current state, no one can understand what is going on.

Like the undead, but not quite like the undead.

Without the dry skin and pale skeleton of the undead, it was as if a piece had been dug out in his eyes, black holes and blood all over his body.

There is no rancid smell, but a bloody smell.

They maintained the state they were in before they were alive, waking up from the earth, and Yinzi was just a drop of blood.

Calca kept retreating, and there were no living people around, but these awakened people turned a blind eye to Calca, gathered and rushed out towards the break in the city wall.

And after a while, shouting and killing all day, of course, this is only one-sided.

Calca is very sure that these sounds are definitely not made by these people who are awakened by blood. They seem to be asleep in silence, or they want to make sounds but can't?

"Your Highness the Holy Queen!"

When all the 'people' who climbed out of the land all left the city wall, the team that had retreated before gathered again, and the more courageous ones directly climbed the city wall, looked out of the city, and then knelt down He vomited frantically.

"I am fine."

It is impossible to say fear, but since seeing that man, such a scene is only an appetizer.

Calca refused to help, stood up, and walked up the city wall step by step, watching the scene that happened hundreds of meters away, she resisted the desire to vomit and forced herself to watch it.

A dark figure has been completely mixed together.

The blood-covered people started a melee with the fully-armed demihumans.

But these two are no longer on the same level, and the demihumans revealed an unconcealed fear in their eyes, even if the other party was only an unarmed person.

Teeth, nails, finger bones, hands, feet and knees, shoulder and elbow bones—

As long as it is something that can be used, they don't mind using it at all. A soldier who was cut off in the middle constantly waved his hands forward and hugged the demihuman who was madly slashing at him.

The fingertips are full of torn flesh, and the mouth has been filled with the bitten pieces of meat, and then spit it out, over and over again.

These people who have recovered from the blood have no emotions, they only know who is the enemy and who will be killed, that's all.

If it is a battle between the living, then it is only necessary to make sure that the other party is dead, and it is a victory.

But now... in a short period of time, the ground has been piled with broken corpses, muddy rotten flesh, bloody internal organs, and the fanatical servants of blood who only know how to keep pushing forward.

Calca could only call them that.

The speed at which the demihumans retreated was unbelievable, but Calca could fully understand at this time that there was no army in this world that could resist such an opponent.

Ignoring death, ignoring fear, and taking annihilation of opponents as their only belief, they have the will of the dead, but maintain the fighting strength before their death.

This is a monster that only monsters can summon.

When the last demihuman was devoured and torn apart by countless blood people, the plain outside the city wall quickly calmed down, and the blood slaves who lost their target quickly turned into a pool of blood in a very short period of time. one by one.

Therefore, the outside of the city wall quickly turned into a blood-colored ocean, completely covering everything, and then infiltrated into the earth, and the demihuman army that had just gathered the phalanx was just showing off its might.

After the sea of ​​​​blood subsided, he disappeared completely, as if it was taken away by blood.

Therefore, as long as the man is willing, he can make those demihumans stand up from the blood and fight for him at any time. Calca has fully understood this.

No one spoke on the city wall, not because they didn't want to say it, but because they didn't know what to say.

The world outside the city wall has completely turned dark red, even if the sea of ​​blood has disappeared without a trace, the bloody aura that is soaring to the sky cannot be dissipated for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Calca finally ignored the disgusting smell, took a deep breath, and spit it out.

"Okay, let's continue the work you should do next. I will mobilize materials and manpower to get here as soon as possible."

"Continue to report as usual if anything happens."

The crowd silently watched the holy princess leave with the blood stained on the white skirt.

It's just that the scattered blond hair no longer has the brilliance of the past, as if something indescribable is mixed in it.

Calca is still Calca, but the Holy Queen is no longer the Holy Queen she used to be.

Chapter [-] Godhead

Six luxurious carriages are driving on the grassland. The surface is obviously uneven, but the movements of the carriages are amazingly stable.

Of course, the parts of the wheels and the body of the car are all treated with magic props, plus the monster-like monsters and eight-legged horses used for traction, so that you can understand how noble the identity of the person sitting in the car is. .

The guards, with a total of more than [-] people, all wore chain mail, long swords on their waists, quivers and crossbows on their backs, and uniform armament wrapped their bodies.

However, among such a group of men, it was a woman who took the lead.

Only she was different from the others. She was covered in dark heavy armor, full body armor, and equipped with a knight's spear. Although the visor was lifted, the golden cloth covered half of her right face, which looked very strange.

As for the people flying in the sky but invisible at all, they exerted the same effect as invisible magic. They rode eagle horses and flew parallel to the people on the ground.

Although they look like mercenaries at first glance, they are more like people in the army in terms of the unity and seriousness of their actions.

That's right, the people on the ground are the Imperial Guards, and the Airmen are the elite of the Royal Air Guard Corps. This is their true identity.

As long as you know this, it is self-evident who is sitting in the carriage.