After half a night of fighting, both the defenders of Bologna and the undead monsters had paid a heavy price, and the composition of the attack queue of the undead monsters had changed significantly, with the skeleton warriors, cannon fodder that could be quickly replenished with corpses, being used as the main force in battle, and the more powerful ghouls being concentrated as a attacking force.

The defenders of Bologna had already paid at least 800 casualties, and this was only the number of professional soldiers and temporary conscripts, and that number could have doubled if the civilians killed by the undead were added in afterwards.

"The opposing front is already shaky. A counter-charge just now knocked back more than thirty of the opposing ghouls, and they should now devour the corpses in the back to recover themselves, without the pressure of those monsters...... Those traitors and skeletons are vulnerable! ”

This is the fighter that Dio has been looking for, the number of ghouls on the front line has plummeted and made it vulnerable, and now is the best chance to attack the necromancers who are constantly summoning skeletons, and those dozen guys with sheep skulls and hats are the key point!

"The Goth Guard of Bologna...... Listen to me! Three-layer line array, forward! ”

Dio shouted at the right front of the queue.

Behind him, the two hundred-strong Gothic Fifth squads began to move forward, and the warriors tapped their shields with their weapons as they went, and although this did not deter the brainless undead, it was a shot in the arm for the exhausted living warriors, and the swordsmen and pikemen who were advancing in the direction of the guards made way for these elites to fight under the command of the non-commissioned officer.

During the engagement, the warriors discovered that the long-range projectile weapons did very little damage to these monsters, but they kept about forty archers to follow behind the Gothguards, who would be used to attack mortal necromancers.

Because the long-range strike power of these undead is very limited, only a few skeleton mages who can throw green corrosive fireballs, Dio was very bold not to let the troops stand shields to advance, although a few soldiers were very unlucky to be killed by the fireballs, but the whole army was able to quickly step into the battlefield, they were getting closer and closer to the enemy, and then quickly entered the best charging position.

"Now is it...... Charge! ”

Dio, who was at the forefront, shouted, and then slashed to death an armed cultist of the Cult of the Damned with a single sword.

The Goths in the front row immediately set up their shields and slammed into the ranks of the undead after a burst of running, and these tall skeleton warriors were knocked over a layer in an instant, and before they could get up, they were crushed by the Goths guards in the second row.

The death of the undead was silent, but not the armed cultists who were in the ranks of the dead, and it was only when the warriors' daggers stabbed these fellows in the abdomen that the red liquid splattered them - it turned out that we were still alive.

Dio, who has always been at the front, faced a ghoul with a foul smell, this guy wanted to be pounced on by the young lord, but it was easily overturned by Dio with his big round shield, the boy slammed its head with a shield until the monster was not moving, the undead monster is very durable, no matter how many knives and arrows are hit on the body, it is fine, the weakness is only the head.

"Warriors! Advance! Completely destroy these guys who are destroying our homeland! ”

The armor was covered in carrion and blood, and the lord roared.

The Bologna army was greatly encouraged to see their lord the first to penetrate the enemy's line, and although their lord was only a young man, he was also a member of the brave and warlike Hearn family in the eyes of all the warriors.

The family never gave up their people, and as rulers they seemed to be more like guardians, except that once they were guarding the frontiers of the Gothic dynasty, now they were guarding the prosperous and prosperous Bologna of 100,000 people.

Dio, who was boosting morale, suddenly raised his shield to block a hook flying towards him, he looked vigilantly at the place where the hook flew, and saw a monster with a huge body and stitches walking over with short legs, and it was accompanied by an old man wearing a big red robe, holding a distorted cane and wearing a sheep's skull hat, he looked very calm.

"Hee...... As the heir to the Hearn family, whom the depraved and ignorant see as their great enemy, you are as powerful as your father. ”

The old man, who had a strange green light in his eyes and spoke like sandpaper, didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack, he ignored the crumbling defense line and even began to talk to Dio, who had no intention of continuing the attack alone.

"Who are you? Why the attack on Bologna...... Do you know my father? ”

Dior asked cautiously and cautiously.

"Me? In the past, I was a sinner who believed in false gods, and did many unforgivable things for that false faith, including hunting down the Gothic royal family, and it was at that time that I met your father, who was a very powerful lord. ”

"That incident failed because of your father's strength. He contacted all the remaining Goth lords to protect the royal descendants, causing the hypocrites to suffer a terrible loss...... And I was put in a black prison and suffered because I didn't do well. ”

"You guys who were involved in the attack on Marisa's mother in the past? Which sect are you a member of? Dior asked.

"Why did you come to attack Bologna this time...... Or is it because of Marisa? ”

"It doesn't matter which denomination I used to be, because they are hypocritical beings, and what I am pursuing now is the truth! The truth of the curse! The truth of death! The Truth of Destruction! I'm a cultist of the Cursed God! ”

Hearing Dio's question, the old man replied with a laugh.

"As for the last descendant of the Gothic dynasty, her life or death has long had nothing to do with me. We came to Bologna because we were working on our own long poems. ”

"Your ...... Long poems? This long poem has something to do with Bologna?! ”

Dior couldn't help but get nervous, long poems are more like scripts of the world, and the things described on them are often difficult to change.

"The Cult of the Damned: Chapter 3 of the Scourge Commander's Poem...... We needed to destroy a 'city as prosperous and vibrant as Stratholme', so we chose Bologna and that's it. ”

"You ...... It won't work out! ”

Dio said with certainty, and then he pointed his sword at the old madman.

"This city, where the hope of the Goths rises, will not be destroyed by you messy guys!"

As for Dior's threat, the old wizard did not pay attention to it at all.

"What a strong soul, you will appear for the knight of the city of the dead, 'Baron Rivendell', which is described in the long poem, you are so suitable for this position!"

"Let's talk about it in hell!"

Saying this, Dio finally couldn't help but rush forward, he wanted to stab this hateful old fellow to death with a sword.

The Stitch Monster, which had been standing behind the old wizard, took a step forward and stopped Dio with its huge, foul-smelling body, raising its huge machete and slashing at the other man.

When he just blocked the iron hook, Dio already knew that the opponent's strength was too much better than his own, and he still had a little sour with the shield, if he was cut off by the opponent's knife, I am afraid that this arm would be abolished, right?

"I can't deal with this guy myself......"

Sensing that the other party was difficult, Dio immediately retreated, waiting for his warriors to kill him.

"Young lord. The summoning of the Necropolis will be completed soon! Wherever the undead buildings are, they will become corrupted, and your city will be doomed! But...... You probably won't be able to see it with your own eyes! ”

As he spoke, the old wizard raised his staff and swung it at the retreating Dio, the power of the curse instantly slowing his movements.

"This is a magical 'cripple' that can only be used by a master necromancer, and the power that the truth of death brings to us is beyond your imagination! Shred him! Butcher!