The Fritzian soldiers were in disarray, wielding spears or swords, trying to deter each other; A small number of wizards and archers from afar tried to damage the monster with spells and projectile weapons. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but all their attempts failed, and the monsters easily broke through the encirclement again and again, stumbling on the soldiers who couldn't dodge, tearing them apart, or biting them in two.

"The first team, the second team are ready - west-north, two points in elevation, shoot!"

A high-pitched command sounded from a short distance from the east side. The arrows rained through the sky and fell towards the beast that had just broken out of the encirclement and was turning around.

However, it didn't work very well - the arrows that pierced light armor only bounced weakly off the tougher skin. The few that hung on it also fell as it shook its body.

The source of the attack was a vanguard army of the Church. There were about 600 of them, many of whom were wounded, and many of them remained in the camp wearing the same uniforms. They reluctantly retreated some distance, and joined forces with the Fritzians for the time being, trying to crush the beast - if it were allowed to leave, the Church's army would also suffer.

"General Barak, what are we going to do?" Behind him came the sound of horses' hooves, as well as the inquiry of the commander of the third column. Barak looked up at the sky, judging by the position of the sun, it had been more than thirty minutes since he received the news, and with the time it had taken for the scouts to return, the monster had probably been raging for nearly an hour.

"Roll out the Imperial Heraldic Flag, and approach with the flag of a temporary truce, and help them take out that guy." Barak immediately gave the order, "Let the seventh column do the same, and I will see it myself." ”

He rode forward, and the smell of blood came to his face, mixed with the disgusting smell of rancid and drugging. Combined with the information that the Fritzians had taken the corpses and remained inactive for a long time, the conclusion was already obvious - it was they who made this thing, using technology that came out of nowhere.

"Where's your commander?" He struck a Fritzian on the back with his heavy sword, "It's Jill." ”

"I've sent someone to report it!" The soldier probably recognized Barak and replied respectfully, "It's hard to ...... Could it be that she is lost? ”

Barak snorted coldly. Whether the Fritzians were able to convey the news in a timely manner was not his concern at all. Jill hadn't arrived yet, perhaps stumbling over something, but it was as he had hoped. He squinted his eyes as the "undead" army was shrouded in soft holy light, quickly passing through the camp and stepping into the battlefield.

These warriors, who were fearless of life and death and were as powerful as tigers, immediately changed the tide of battle. The monster's movement was limited to a few tens of meters, freeing up the hands of the archers and wizards who were tired of dodging to attack. However, the third column also suffered a serious blow. The beast rushed into the column, the spears in the hands of the warriors leaving only shallow marks on its cracked skin, and with its four pairs of claws and hundreds of teeth, it tore apart every object that dared to stand in its way.

Then the soldiers got back on their feet and rejoined the battle. A thick yellow-green mist almost obscured the view, but the soldiers showed no fear. In addition to quickly healing their injuries, the power of the "Lord of Heaven" seemed to completely erase even the pain and fear, and what was left was a group of pure fighting machines.

It was as if the endless war of attrition lasted for more than a dozen minutes. Before you know it, the situation begins to change, and the beast gradually slows down - it finally gets tired.

At about the same time, the two soldiers, whose bodies had been torn apart again, were also unable to get back on their feet. On the contrary, their entire bodies were quickly reduced to ashes in the light of holiness, and only their tarnish armor remained in place.

"Sure enough." Barak muttered to himself.

It is impossible to come back from the dead without a price. Each resurgence or rapid recovery from an injury consumes the recipient's own life. The magic anesthetized their senses so that the soldiers did not feel weak or tired, but when they ran out of life, they would also die.

It is no wonder that the conscription order named young men under the age of sixty, even if they were a little older in the eyes of a qualified general, but still retained sufficient physical strength and experience, should have been an important composition and wealth in any army.

There's no need to go on. As the commander of the Imperial Army, he is responsible for the life and death of every soldier - even if these people are no longer considered real lives.

"The third and seventh columns retreat and let it out."

Barak picked up his sword and stepped forward. The sword light crossed the battlefield, leaving a narrow wound on the beast's body. This succeeded in attracting its attention, and it turned its head and leaped violently past the scattered soldiers, pounced on the man dozens of paces away.

No weaker speed and strength, no less reflexes, and less agile than a true formidable enemy - with countless battles he had experienced, Barak was quick to make a judgment. He calmly distanced himself from the nearby terrain and trees, avoiding the corrosive mist. From time to time, the sword light flickered with magical power, leaving wounds on the limbs and torsos of its opponents, making it even more sluggish.

"Good chance, little ones, to get out of your whale hunt! Don't let those Kamals look down! ”

The Fritzians and the church army did not sit idly by. They seized the opportunity to throw a dense stream of spells, and enchanted arrows or harpoons at each other. The hard skin was torn apart by the continuous bombardment, and the various sharp objects that followed pierced deep into the muscles, draining what little strength it had left.

The beast turned, as if trying to drag a few men to bury it, but Barak severed its hind limbs with a sword, forcing it to its knees.

It lowered its head and let out an unwilling roar, slowly closing its dark red eyes.

Barak rests his sword on the ground, allowing his body to calm down after the battle. Out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head to see a giant snow-white wolf, standing on the top of another hill, looking at him from afar. The black-haired woman stood beside the giant wolf, one and one wolf less than two meters apart, and there was no hostility between them.

Known as the "wolf herder", he is naturally not a stupid person. After learning about Lily's past, he guessed her original identity early on. Because of Erin's lonely departure, he and Pfister have always had some dislikes, but when he saw "September" at this time, he unconsciously remembered the talented female mercenary.

"Where's Pfister?" He gathered his mind and asked in a deep voice.

"Does he have his own business to do?" Lily looked at him sideways and chuckled, "You're right, don't cry because you can't see him?" ”

Barak lowered his eyes. He had expected Lily to have a grudge against him, after all, it was he who had hit him hard, and he could even say that he had killed Alphonse. Now it seems that this 'sage', who has lived for hundreds of years, has regained his spirits. Probably the man's fault, Barak breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved.

He turned to look around the camp. The battle was over, the Fritz and the Church Army were badly wounded, and the Elna had no intention of joining the battle. They tacitly waved the blue flag indicating retreat and left the battlefield one after another. So he signaled the commanders of the two columns to retreat, regrouped and waited for orders.

"Speaking of which, you're very strong." He heard Lily's voice, as if talking to Jill, "Is there a chance to fight next time?" Let's go back first! ”

The black-haired woman chuckled and waved at the white wolf, "You too." Our clan has always respected the strong, and I wish you a long time in martial arts. ”

Lily turned, flicked her tail and disappeared. Jill walked briskly across the camp and walked over to his side.

"What's going on?" Barak stared at her, no guilt or chagrin on her face.

"It has nothing to do with me." The black-haired woman spread her hands, "Someone is going to die themselves, I'm not interested in meddling." Besides, it looks like that thing is quite good at combat. ”

Without saying a word, Barak looked away. He knew a little about the origin of this "Wind Whisper" - a foreign visitor from the East, and naturally he didn't have too many concerns about this continent. And he must admit that if this artificially created beast can obey and control, it is indeed a powerful help in war.

This time the purpose has been achieved, and the rest of the matter will be left to the Fritzians to have a headache, Barak snorted softly, thinking to himself.

"What are you going to do next?" Jill casually walked around to his other side, as if gossiping.

The man looked in the direction Lily had left, and behind him came orders from his subordinates, and the neat footsteps of Imperial soldiers. The soldiers who came back from the dead knew no fear, and even when they saw their comrades disappear before their eyes, they would continue to fight until they burned themselves out.

Maybe he's too, Barack thought.

"I will do my best to guarantee the victory of the Empire." The man said slowly, "For the sake of vanity hope and future." ”