Two days later, the demonic legion arrived as scheduled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It seems that he knows the 'evolution' of the undead army, and the number of troops sent by the demon this time is even larger than before, and the quality has also increased by a level.

Inferior demons were still the main force of the legion - or the largest number of cannon fodder, and outside of that, a large number of lower-level demons were scattered into small teams in groups ranging from a few to a dozen, mixed in the red sea that spread all over the mountains.

'Inferior' is also only relatively among the demons. In terms of combat power alone, a Quarta Demon, also known as a little demon, with a height of no more than half a meter, could easily defeat two ordinary people holding mortal iron. With the well-known head and hooves of a sheep, and usually the vanguard of the demon legions, the Sil Demon can fight against two or three trained human soldiers at once.

Yuffie even vaguely saw the presence of the Shadow Fiend, the Assassin and Subordinate Spellcaster of the Demons, and the most dangerous enemy in the night.

Demons' skin is unusually tough, and its effectiveness is not inferior to that of sturdy armor, and only magically strengthened weapons or weapons made of rare cold iron can easily damage them. Each type of demon has its own spell-casting ability, which does not make them qualified wizards, but it is enough to cause a lot of trouble for any opponent.

The only good news is that the free teleportation capabilities possessed by most of the Tanari are no longer effective due to the inaccessibility of the astral planes - otherwise, they will be even more difficult to deal with.

In front of them, the army of the undead, led by nine undead guards, slowly met the spreading demon army.

They were joined by the corpses they had collected before, making the legion even bigger than the last. Most of the undead have no mind, so naturally they will not fear or retreat. They slowly raise their weapons in their hands, or simply their claws or sharp horns, in an attacking stance.

The maiden stood on the dilapidated ramparts, flanked by her companions and the lich Morrils. The untended walls were covered in moss and a few overgrows, giving her the faint feeling of being in an ancient ruin—and it might have been pretty much the same, in fact. Lily seemed to enjoy the scene, and she watched the formation of the two sides with interest, seeing it as a fun game.

"Now, who do you think, will win?" The mercenary glanced at Yuffie and asked her.

Yuffie looked up at the setting sun, trying not to wonder how the sun was getting in - the kind of question that could be saved after leaving the lock. She lowered her gaze and looked at the forwards of the two armies who were about to start the battle.

"We've done all the preparations, and now it's just time to accept the results." She said calmly, "The enemy may send out assassins, and our safety depends on you, Lily, and Lynn." ”

"Rest assured?" The mercenary snorted, "As long as they dare to get close, we can pull them all out!" ”

"Forget about the Qua Devil, the Shadow Demon doesn't have much taste." Lynn expertly dismantled Lily's table, lighting a scorching glow in her palm and letting it float into the air like a small sun shining on everyone, "Those guys don't have a problem with light, so don't worry." ”

The battle began.

The demons don't know what tactics are, or rather, the tactics they are best at are using an infinite number of them to drown out all the enemies that stand in their way. The crimson waves crashed head-on into the improvised positions of the undead, and the demons on the front lines continued to fall, turning into worthless rotten meat. Their kind, without mercy, stepped over the pieces of flesh and continued to crawl forward.

Morrills looked silently into the distance, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers with his withered knuckles.

The undead's forces begin to change. At first, they continued to attack and defend according to rigid instructions; It didn't take long for them to become nimble in their movements, and they began to know how to advance and retreat on their own, covering friendly forces in the same unit, targeting enemy weak points, and even joining forces to engage powerful opponents.

Among the legions, too, it is no longer completely dependent on the command of the Undead Knights and Moryls. They split into hundreds of squadrons, with the faster beast undead outflanking or dividing the demon legions; Thick-skinned zombies intercept enemy attacks head-on; The weaker and more agile Skeleton Squadrons are grouped together to gradually eat away at the enemy's combat strength.

Yuffie watched it all from the city walls, and that was exactly what she had in mind. The undead are self-aware, but retain the ability to process external information and obey commands. With a small amount of logical judgment and an initial instruction, they are able to continuously adjust and optimize their behavior patterns according to the state of the field.

The undead of each squadron are magically connected into a network and exist as an independent whole. Each squadron has a 'Captain' who calculates the overall course of action, which is then communicated to all individuals in the squadron. In the event of the death of a designated individual, according to the established rules, another individual will immediately take the place until the last member of the squadron falls.

It's not too much of a novelty. In the structure of magic, the part about puppet making has been around for hundreds of years. A humanoid form like Alphonse, with a near-complete mind, is a miracle far beyond Yuffe's abilities.

It's just that applying simple puppet logic to thousands of targets will naturally produce amazing results.

The distant scenery blurred for a moment, then returned to normal. Yuffie noticed the change in that moment, and while his heart was a little reassured, he sighed unnoticed.

If someone were able to capture the actions of all the undead, they would find that at the same moment, almost every undead behaved differently. In the real world, this is a normal sight; However, in the current situation, it is "not permissible".

"Here they are." Lily spun around sharply, interrupting her thoughts. She flicked her arm, and the sharp obsidian greatsword swept past - with a hoarse scream and a crackling crack, several little demons that had been sliced in half fluttered their wings and fell feebly to the ground.

Suddenly, the sky became dark. The light that Lynn had lit flickered and went out silently. Then night fell in an instant, and all light was gone.

That's what Shadow Fiends are good at, and even if there's no darkness, they're capable of creating their own. However, the light that Lynn had lit forced them to use one more spell, which was already the best warning. Yuffie raised his right hand across his chest, and quickly recited the familiar incantation in his mind.

White flames of light extended from her palms, barely banishing the darkness around her. In the dim light, she saw a few jet-black lines cut through the air, rapidly stretching towards her and Morrils' chests.

However, more light ignited. Alphonse, Lynn, Moryls, and Yudina cast a spell to create light at the same time, and the brilliant light made the girl a little unable to open her eyes for a while. She heard two terrible screams and trembled away, and disappeared in a short time.

"They can run away quickly." Lin muttered dissatisfiedly, "I still want to catch one and make a taxidermy." ”

"It's good that you reacted." The mercenary patted her chest, as if she was a little unwilling to help just now, "Anyway, they shouldn't dare to come again?" ”

"Don't come again!" Bell sat on the ground, "I hate this guy who doesn't fight head-on!" What kind of man is sneaky! ”

The crowd laughed. Yuffie exhaled, refocusing on the distance.