Chapter 638: Attack on the Netherworld (8)

"What's going on?!" Hearing the commotion outside the city, Arthur hurriedly pushed open the window to investigate.

"Arthur!" Ivan burst into the research room and shouted as soon as he entered, "The enemy army is attacking Brindisi!, it's an army of necromantic warriors!" "What?" Arthur frowned, "Didn't you tell you that your corpses must be incinerated?" Evan waved his hand, "Anyway, the humans and orcs who died a few days ago have turned into necromantic warriors and returned, and the number is about 200,000!We must do something, otherwise Brindisi will be captured by the necromantic warriors!" Arthur put away his weapon and was about to set off to fight, but Merlin stopped him: "Bixia don't go! You should reserve your physical strength to deal with the final battle of Shijie Wall, it's not worth spending your energy in such a place!" The Knight King glanced at the mage: "Then what do you think should be done?" Master Merlin set his eyes on Evan, and Arthur followed Merlin's gaze towards Evan.

"I, me?" the half-dragon boy paused.

"Anyway, you're a knight with firearms, and you won't have much consumption when you go into battle. Merlin smiled disapprovingly, "Give you something good, and you can use it against the necromancy." "Good, good?" the mage sneered evilly, "yes, good." "Outside Fort Brindisi, a large number of necromantic warriors are scurrying around, fighting each other with the soldiers defending the city.

The half-charred, but not completely ashed corpses, smelled of disgusting burning, and included tall tigermen, medium-sized humans, and short, filthy Romani foxes.

They have little to no weapons in their hands, scratching with their half-charred hands and biting with their burnt yellow teeth, with little to no damage. However, due to the large number of corpses, the attack of the necromantic warriors was still very threatening.

"Don't panic!Fight according to the predetermined necromantic countermeasures!" Grand Duke Hall commanded from the front, "Those who can use [sacred] are in the front line to guard the line, and the gunners use special sticky bullets to stop the necromantic attacks!Neither is equipped to aim at the necromantic limbs! The necromancer who has lost his hands and feet is no threat!" Hall's Knights organized the Roman army in an orderly manner, and with a lineup of thousands of men, they held back the 200,000-year-old necromantic army - temporarily.

A white shadow descended from the sky and landed beside the Heavenly Knight Hall. Hale thought it was King Arthur and was about to salute, but when he looked closely, it was Evan.

"Hmm, why do you have wings?" Hale smiled curiously as he looked at the thing on Ivan strap.

It was a pair of metal wings, shaped like an eagle's wings, reflecting a silvery white cold light in the moonlight - Merlin's "goodies" looked extremely stylish, and did not match Evan's low-key and reserved personality at all.

"Please don't look at it, it's too shy. Ivan said with a red face as he drew two guns from his waist, "I'll take the lead and try to find the succubus that is manipulating this group of necromancers behind my back." Please cover me. "Well, you're a gunslinger in the lead" "I'm going!" Ivan slammed out, and in a few steps he was in the middle of the tide of necromantic warriors.

The "wings" on his back are fully extended, but they are not in the form of wings at all, but have sixteen mechanical arms, each of which is connected to an extremely sharp blade, a "meat grinder".

Sixteen Mithril blades swung at high speed, slicing all enemies that approached Evan to pieces, protecting the half-dragon boy from moving forward.

"Remember, every necromancer is controlled by a faint spirit wave. The necromantic warrior's controller must be at the intersection of this spirit wave. Merlin contacted Evan via the communicator, "The [Butcher Golem] on your back will analyze the source of these spirit waves and finally calculate the location of the succubus. Just concentrate on taking down more enemies, and the system will do the rest for you. "The Butcher" Ivan had a lot of criticism of the name, but he didn't stop, rushing through the battlefield while constantly firing, "Can't you change the name to a better one?" "Wordy, this accessory wasn't originally developed for you, remember to give it back to me when you're done!" Merlin scolded, observing the situation on the battlefield with the camera on Evan's backpack, "Be careful! your left side!" Ivan had already turned around and fired a blow from the light gun in his hand. The light shot perfectly hit the head of the onrushing orc necromantic warrior, and it paused for less than half a second before it was sliced to pieces by the blade wielded by the butcher golem!

Arthur got up from his chair and prepared to leave Merlin's research room.

"Where are you going? You can't fight. The mage reminded.

"I know. Arthur pushed the door open, "I'm just going to get some fire support." Evan alone probably won't be able to deal with the succubus behind this, right?" Obviously, this necromantic warrior's attack was aimed at the Knight King.

Arthur walks down the dark aisles of Fort Brindisi.

They attacked here purposefully in order to hold back the Knight King.

The conspiracy behind it can be imagined.

However, how could it be possible to hold back King Arthur with only 200,000 necromantic warriors?

Is there anything else to hide?

The Knight King walked a few steps to the infirmary. The infirmary was quiet, in stark contrast to the fighting outside.

Robble's operation had long since been completed, and the tigerman patriarch was now recuperating in a sterile isolation room.

Greenway was also gone, and the entire medical room was left with the tiger boy Albert on a drip.

"Are you lazy here?" King Arthur walked into the infirmary.

Al was watching out the window when he saw Arthur come in and glanced at the Knight King. After a glance, he turned his head and continued to observe the battle outside the window.

"Don't worry, it's not the orcs, it's the necromantic warriors. Arthur walked up to the tiger boy and asked, "There are 200,000 necromantic warriors. That is, so many people died in the last battle. Whether it's humans or orcs, this blood is shed in vain. "And they're back now. Meow's stupidity. Albert replied absentmindedly, "After all, it's just a bunch of idiots fighting each other." There is no right or wrong, just the ugly killing of two races fighting for living space. "That's right. But even if you know what it is, what can you do?" Arthur snorted as he looked at the fire outside the city, "We are all weak, short, ugly creatures. Even if they are of the same race, there are often people who cannot tolerate each other's existence. When there are racial differences, discrimination and hatred are even greater.

Even now, I wonder if there really is a solution to all this, so that these two races, which are already very different, can put aside their prejudices and understand each other?" Albert listened quietly, but his mind flashed with memories of being with Arthur during the time his body was occupied by Bedeville.

"Then why Meow, you can be friends with Bedi again, that Meow Haode friend?" the tiger boy asked in a low voice, "What made you abandon your racial prejudices and become friends?" In retrospect, it was truly a miracle.

They just met and got acquainted, and gradually walked on the same path. Gradually, a deep bond developed.

What? It may seem difficult, but it's actually very simple.

If people are honest with each other, they will be able to understand each other. Differences in race, skin color, beliefs, ideas, and culture are not so big of a problem.

The question is simply whether you have extended a hand of acceptance to the other person first.

The moment Arthur first reached out to Bedwell, they had already established a fateful connection.

King Arthur, who suddenly came to his senses, took a deep breath, straightened up, and solemnly stretched out his right hand to Albert: "Child, let's make friends." "Uh, what's that?" "Let's make friends." Just a handshake is where it all began. The White Tiger looked at the Knight King suspiciously, but there was doubt and disdain in his eyes: "You are just going through the form" "What is it?" The Knight King smiled, "If I don't even go through this form, how can I show my sincerity in wanting to be friends with you?" The logic made the Tiger Man Boy confused, but he could vaguely feel that King Arthur was right. Arthur did not refer to himself as "I" in front of Al, but used the "I" who lowered his value. The Knight King only speaks like this to his relatives and friends.

Still puzzled, Albert involuntarily reached out and shook the hand of the Knight King.

At the moment of shaking hands, Arthur increased his strength to clench Al's tiger palm, so frightened that Albert almost wanted to retreat.

"Hey, it's soft. Sure enough, it was a cat. But King Arthur said.

"You!" Al wanted to say something, but when he saw King Arthur laughing, the tiger boy couldn't help but laugh softly, "Okay, I'm meow." It's a meow. Meow quite haode. Arthur suppressed his smile and let go of his hand: "It's not soft enough for Bedi's paws." His dog paws are more interesting to hold. "I don't dare to compliment. Albert shook his head desperately, "That kid's hands are sweaty. After speaking, the two of them burst into laughter at the same time.

After the laughter fell silent, Al glanced out the window in the midst of the war, "This war is really annoying. If only we didn't have to fight. It would be nice if there was a little more sunlight in the dark area. It would be nice if the wall of shijie didn't exist from the beginning. At this moment, the tiger boy was just complaining.

But the knight king listened to everything in his heart. He genuinely listens to his friends, which is why he keeps an unintentional complaint in his heart.

This unintentional complaint is the essence of this war, the key to the fight between humans and orcs.

If the wall of shijie didn't exist in the first place, it would be a peaceful shijie.

If the sun shines on the Dark Continent, then all problems will be solved.

"You're a genius, kid. Arthur smiled and patted Albert on the shoulder, "Maybe there's really a way to stop this." Maybe it's not too late. After I beat Morgan hard and came back from the Shijie Wall, we were discussing what to do about it. "What are you meow?!" Albert was confused by Arthur.

"Hehe, don't care. The Knight King drew his sword, "This war is also quite in the way, let's deal with it first." Even though I did, Merlin would be upset. He spread his wings and flew out of the castle window.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Al tried to stop Arthur, but the Knight King had already flown a dozen yards away.

"Don't leave me alone!" Albert saw the other party's figure in the distance, and was at a loss for a moment.

Are you going to help, or are you going to stay here?

The opponent is not a human, not an orc, but a group of necromantic warriors.

Dealing with these necromancy, it would not defeat their original purpose of pursuing peace.

So, weishenme no?

Arthur also said that if you are a friend, you must show some sincerity.

Although he knows that he is a dull, weak, immature imp, there must be somewhere where Albert can help.

The tiger boy jumped out of the window without thinking too much. He spread his white wings and flew off to the battlefield.

This is the first time that he does not follow the crowd, but chooses his own destiny entirely by his own will.