Amiho clutched the spear in his hand and stabbed at Ballock, but many of the orc warriors behind him abandoned their weapons and rushed desperately towards the most crowded place.

Ballock used his broadblade to cut Amiho's thrust away and yelled at him, "Amiho, are you crazy!

However, Amiho did not answer his words, and the spear in his hand kept stabbing towards Barlock's vital point like lightning, and his strength was already superior to Barlok's, making it difficult for Barlok, who was still hesitant in his heart, to deal with it, and he took several steps backwards in a row.

By this time, the orc warriors had already rushed into the crowd. Ballock's warriors stabbed several of them with swords, but these people did not hesitate to charge forward despite the pain, even if their arms were cut off.

When Ballock saw that these people were not afraid of death, his heart became more and more alarmed. Something was definitely not right, and he shouted as he parried Amiho's attack, "Don't show mercy, hack them to death." ”

One of his men slashed the head of a rushing warrior, and the man fell to the ground. Several others were also slashed with knives.

But more people avoided their group and rushed towards the surrounding teams of Cynthia, Marcus, and Franco.

"Are these people crazy? Are they just here to die? Ballock withstood Amiho's blow, and in the afterglow, he saw that several of the people who had rushed into Cynthia's team behind him were also surrounded by people, and they were about to be beheaded.

However, he suddenly felt a huge wave of magic erupt from the fallen orc warrior beside him.

Is that...... Explosive weapons for the Chinese!

Barlock had never seen the Chinese throw hedron grenades, but the explosion that was now in their ranks reminded him of the scene when the shells landed just now, and every beast warrior who rushed over turned into a large fireball, devouring the people around him.

Even Barlock himself was swept away by the blast wave of the explosion, and he staggered forward, and at this time Amiho on the opposite side happened to stab the spear, and Baroque's pounce brought his chest to the tip of the spear.

The sharp spear pierced through his enchanted armor and stabbed him directly in the heart, and Barlock let out a low cry, his left hand gripping the handle of the gun weakly. Amiho's godless eyes swept over his wounds, and with a thrust of his hand, he drew his gun and charged towards the next enemy without stopping.

Ballock knelt on the ground, the distractions of the battlefield slowly receding from him, his hands clutching his chest, and he felt the hot blood running through his fingers.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, until there was a cold force that enveloped him, and he felt very strange, he thought that this should be the feeling of death, and life was about to sink into the cold endless darkness, but gradually his consciousness slowly became clear again, but something important in it was dissipating little by little.

His consciousness began to drift towards some majestic and eternal place, and he slowly found that all his emotions and thoughts, except for awe and obedience, slowly faded until they disappeared. Whether it is loyalty to the family, hatred of enemies, or fear of death, it has quietly disappeared.

His consciousness came to an unknown space, but a voice in the darkness told him that this would be his eternal abode until he was completely gone. He will forget all his past identities, abandon all human emotions, and become stronger and stronger here, just to obey the call of his master.

Yes, master, the one who must obey unconditionally, and for whom he fights.

In his thoughts at this time, everything else was not important, only the will to fight for his master remained.

To his heart's honor, his master summoned him at once and gave him the order to fight. However, this glimmer of honor did not last long, and only the instinct to fight remained in his mind.

He returned to his body, and even if the broken heart did not beat again, there was a cold force that allowed him to manipulate his familiar body, and that power replaced the blood, the nerves, the fighting spirit, and became the source of his new strength.

He slowly stood up from the ground, and with the power from the netherworld, he locked the blood vessels in his chest, preventing the blood that was still flowing from interfering with his movements. Then he picked up the broadsword on the ground and charged at his former men in front of him.

The life with blood flowing in his body became his target. And the bodies around him that have died, but have stood up again like him, are his new comrades-in-arms.

When Amiho, who had just killed him, met his gaze again, a simple thought came: kill the Imperials!

Ballock raised his broadsword and opened his mouth as if to shout something. But he didn't say anything in the end, and followed Amiho, trying to rush towards the Empire who had been thrown into chaos by the explosion.

"That's the scariest thing about the Spirit Tower. "Before Glade stepped out of the doorway, his ghost warriors had already been turned upside down.

He came to the side of the city gate near the inside, looked at the ground that had been turned over by artillery fire, and there were bomb craters everywhere, and said, "It is really miserable for the Imperial people to be ravaged by artillery fire. But then it's time for us to play. ”

He held the Book of Gathering Spirits in one hand, and brushed the book in the other, and in the midst of the rapid turning of the pages, countless balls of light flew out of the holy scriptures, flew into the battlefield, and submerged into the bodies of those Imperial people who fell to the ground and died, and then those people stood up one by one, and began to slash and kill their companions mercilessly.

Whether it was Ballock's scouting force or Marcus's own team, this kind of cannibalism was happening.

The group of enemies that Barlock led to investigate had basically collapsed, and most of the intact corpses had become new ghost warriors, and Glade commanded more and more ghost warriors, and they could even form a formation before they were alive and rush towards the troops in chaos in the distance.

"The enemy has no chance to seal this hole, let's attack!" said Gamar beside him.

Glade said: "You lead those Heavenly Demon Statues to establish a position here, but don't rush in, the other party has several masters." As long as we hold here, the people behind us will be there soon. ”