Morale is the most important part of the army's combat, and if the morale drops to a certain level, then the army will collapse without a fight. The most direct factor affecting the morale of the army on www.biquge.info battlefield is the number of casualties on the battlefield.

Alain had lived most of his life on the battlefield, and he understood that an average army would be defeated after a third of its casualties, and that an elite army would not be able to continue fighting normally after suffering a half of its casualties.

But now morale is not important, because there is no way back for the soldier to retreat and run away, the rout of the soldier on the battlefield is the pursuit of life, but when the soldier feels hopeless to survive, they will burst out very strong combat effectiveness - to fight for survival.

Now Alain no longer needs to worry about the soldiers being defeated and fleeing, because they are already in such a situation, the undead will not stop their butcher knives because of their surrender, and the necromancers will not give up these living materials and sources because of their pleas for mercy.

The battle has become a big melee, and it is difficult for an army with heavy casualties to form an effective defensive line, and there are not many soldiers in the team who can cooperate with each other. Combat is now a matter of individual qualities, and it's clear that the intelligence of the undead makes it difficult for them to compete with battle-hardened soldiers.

Those who can still stand on the battlefield today are veterans of a hundred battles.

As a commander, Alain did not sit at the rear of the battlefield and watch the soldiers fight to the death with the undead, and now he is also forced to join the war.

The long sword in his hand has been changed several times, and Alain has also used spears, halberds, maces, bows and arrows and other weapons, and any weapon that can be obtained on the battlefield has become a weapon in his hands.

Now, with a mace in his left hand and a sword in his right, Alain has given up his defenses, and the best defense now is to keep attacking, and only by slaughtering all the enemies in front of him can he have any hope of survival - but now this hope is very slim.

The smell of rotting corpses irritated his nostrils, but Alain had become accustomed to the smell, or rather the smell had numbed him.

The smell of rotting corpses was quickly overshadowed by the choking smell of blood, as Alan had used his mace to knock the heads of nearby zombies into pieces mixed with white and red liquid.

Without any slackening, Alain immediately dodged the deadly attack of a skeleton, the weak skeleton held a greatsword, the weight of the greatsword made it stagger, but it did not affect it to throw the greatsword out of its hand - it was thrown out instead of swinging, although the palm of the white bone still clung to the hilt of the sword, but its withered body could not support the weight of the greatsword.

The sluggish skeleton swept the greatsword over its companion in front of it, and the zombie whose head was knocked off by Alan and the skeleton behind the zombie suffered one after another, and the skeleton quickly paid the price for its stupidity - the sword in Alain's hand easily severed the skeleton's head off.

Unorganized and undisciplined low-level undead perform all sorts of antics on the battlefield, where soldiers can easily exploit their opponents' vulnerabilities to put their enemies to death, even though they are not alive in the first place.

The one-sided slaughter is going on on all the time on the battlefield, and although such a battle can vent the anger of the soldiers who have been burning up for a long time, it cannot blind the thinking of everyone present - these low-level undead in front of them are just the illusion of the enemy paralyzing themselves.

The real threat to the remaining crusaders is the high-ranking undead in the rear of the undead army, who are the backbone of the army.

When the last of the low-level undead fell, the motionless high-level undead began to advance, slowly pushing the line like rows of life-harvesting scythes, causing the soldiers who had not yet been celebrated to retreat to the makeshift line behind them.

"How long will it take for Archbishop Benedict?" Alain had scarcely entered the rudimentary line of defense made of wood, and he couldn't wait to ask Kane his question.

The Crusaders were not without chance, and now the archbishop of the Church of Garvidman was preparing for an exaggerated summoning ritual - summoning the true body of a god to descend into the world.

The news was crazy, but not a single soldier would doubt the success of this one, because it was the only hope they had fought for here.

"I don't know. Kane could only shake his head and show that he didn't know.

As a mage, and a mage who focuses on combat, there is not much to study beyond religion.

Although the arrival of the gods was crazy, Alain was convinced of it, because the two gods were rivals, and both gods had the priesthood of "domination", and the conflict between the priesthood left them without any room for negotiation from the beginning.

Although Alain could not get a satisfactory answer, he would not give up his current hope, although the slow advance of the undead army brought great pressure, but the desire to return home in his heart gave him a strong will to survive.

Da Da Da ......

The horses of the black knights marched slowly in neat steps, the black knights like a squeezed wall, and the black broadswords in their hands glowed fearfully in the sunlight.

The motley lichs dragged their heavy bodies slowly, lacking the discipline and imposing of the Black Knights in front of them, but no one doubted their might, and along the way, the newly fallen undead kept getting back on their feet, and all the efforts of the Crusaders were now in vain.

The spirits floating in the air suddenly moved east and west, purposeless, and they used the large scythes in their hands to emit the light of the sun, conveying the message of death.

The Crusaders did not let down their weapons because of the strength of the enemy, and now fighting the enemy to the death was their only way out.

The slowly advancing undead on the battlefield suddenly stopped their progress, as if there was something terrible in front of them that forced them to make such an instinctive move.

The predators of the undead seemed to be behind them, and for the first time, the soldiers who had gone through high-intensity combat showed joyful expressions - could it be that the summoning had been successful?

Doubts plagued everyone present, and soon a strong force poured into the bodies of all the soldiers present from the air, and they were no strangers to this force, because this was the blessing that the pastor of Garvidman Church often blessed the soldiers!

Now the strength of the blessing was beyond anyone could have imagined, the warrior's tired body was regaining strength, the tense muscles were almost unable to hold it, the sluggish spirit was swept away, the clear brain allowed them to think faster, and the wounds on their bodies were recovering faster than ever before......

What happened to the fighters made them feel more excited than ever.

Moreover, a unique aura is slowly enveloping every corner of the battlefield, and all the undead standing on the battlefield have been disturbed to varying degrees, and the weapons in their hands are wielded at will, and the dancing undead will inevitably bring a large number of casualties to their companions.

Before a battle was fought, the high-level undead suffered certain casualties at the hands of their fellow comrades!

The sudden turn of events gave the Crusaders a renewed sense of self-confidence, and now they believe that victory is imminent and that they will return triumphantly!

But a roar of fear that triggered the depths of their souls was like cold water in the cold winter that extinguished the enthusiasm in their hearts, and the dragon that had brought them infinite nightmares had reappeared, and the army that had just been full of confidence was now on the verge of collapse.

The fear from their hearts made them tremble inside.

The dragon's flames spewed through the sea of the undead, and the long fiery dragon pulled from the ground quickly advanced towards the crusaders, and the swaying dragon as if it were twitching caused its flight path to deviate severely.

The staggering dragon tossed and turned like a drunken drunk, jolting along the road.

―――――――――― say the dividing line――――――――

The dimly lit room is lit by candles, and the faint light does not allow you to observe the details of everything in the room.

Dressed in white and veiled, Christina seemed to have found a funny toy, and played with some child with living flesh lying on the bed like a mischievous child.

The white glow of her hands covered the young girl's head, and a black ball that appeared from the little head kneaded into various shapes in the palm of her hand, and although the shapes that had just been made would soon return to their original shapes, she was happy to do so.

"Shilinya wants to play?" Christina, who was playful, didn't want to snub the girl next to her like this.

Now this girl is trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart, Furui Wubo's eyes can't see any mood fluctuations at all, only slow deep breathing can show what the other party's mood is now.

"It seems that Ulrike has taught you well, and now you have learned how to try to control your emotions, but you are not doing well yet, and other physical reactions still expose your current mood state. ”

Christina, who playfully teased each other, did not stop her work, and the black light ball poked and pinched at random in her hand, completely becoming a rare toy.

"Don't you want to play with it? This is part of the Godhead of Islam, and while we can't destroy it, we can have fun and interfere with its actions. ”

"Do you want to tell me that this is the key to the next battle?"

"Yes. ”

I'll see if I can do it in a new chapter before twelve o'clock tonight......