Infect.

This is the most powerful and feared ability of the Pretender.

In fact, the Pretender race itself was born out of the infection of the Gods of Destruction and Chaos. They were originally outnumbered, but after the end of the Dark Holy War in ancient times, most of the pretenders were expelled from the continent of Arad.

Today, they are not only scarce in number, but they also have to hide their identities and operate, and their strength and strength are far inferior to those of ancient times.

But it is precisely because of this kind of bondage and suppression that the pretender has reached the level of perfection in how to use the ability of "infection" while carefully surviving in the cracks of human society

It's not hard to imagine a situation where your true enemies are hidden in the deepest shadows, impossible to find.

However, your companions, your comrades-in-arms, and even your relatives and your lovers, one by one, mutate one after the other, because of the inevitable tiny wounds, or the various pervasive routes of infection, to the point of becoming slaves of the pretenders.

Those with a better physique can still retain their minds and become servants of the pretender, with strong combat effectiveness

Those with poor physique, bad luck, serious injuries, etc., will be directly infected by the double curse, and become zombies, even if left unattended, they will completely rot and turn into a pile of rotten meat in just a few weeks.

What's even more frightening is that neither the paladin's light nor his mastery of medicine can stop the infection process.

Because it's not a germ or a poison, it's a curse.

Not only is the curse cast, but it is not simply cast by mortals, but it is also mixed with the grudges of the gods "Destruction" and "Chaos".

As a result, most of the time, people can only watch their peers become enemies.

Not only that, but the infected cannot be a true "pretender", but they also have the ability to infect others. As a result, as soon as the infection begins, it spreads exponentially like a plague, and in many cases, it only takes a night or even a few hours for the pretender's army to swell to an incredible number.

It seems that the only way to deal with such an enemy is to cut off one's own arm and eliminate all sources of infection as quickly as possible.

Soon, the latest battle report from the front line reached the generals of the Falcon Regiment.

"More than seventy percent of the 100 detachments that were scattered were attacked, and all of them lost their combat effectiveness. Looking at the numbers on the battle report, Fina's brow furrowed slightly.

It's not that the Queen of Magic Bullets is overjoyed, but in the second half of the battle report, not only does she mention her own situation, but also mentions that the vanguard of the Falcon Regiment failed to take down any of the Pretender troops. In other words, while seven hundred people lost their combat effectiveness, the pretenders did not lose even a single person.

"There are no dead people. Alice was thoughtful.

"These pretenders have a lot of appetite. Don't kill any of them, do you want to infect all of our people and turn them into their troops?" Midi raised his head and sneered, "Since you like infection so much, I want to see how far you can go"

The new order was soon issued, and the second wave of strikers pressed on

Nearly a hundred brand-new squads crossed over those comrades who had lost their combat effectiveness and once again began to push the battle line. Not only that, but the speed and intensity of this offensive were even more rapid, as if there were no worries about the dreaded infection.

"Hmph, do you want to suppress the impact of the infection in a short period of time, and then solve it quickly?" Sensing the fierce attack of the Falcon Regiment, the huge pitch-black werewolf sneered, shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly let out the sound of bones bursting.

"These foolish mortals, who have no idea of the power of our pretenders, seem to have to be taught how to be in awe of the curse of the gods. On the side, the vampire duke, dressed in a delicate black costume, sighed, gracefully raised the goblet full of blood, shook it, and drank it down.

Werewolves and vampires, two legendary monsters, are the largest variants of the Pretender. And the dark wolf king and the vampire duke who thinks he is elegant are the leaders of the two races.

In the battle just now, they couldn't wait to make a move after having tasted blood for a long time, which naturally caused a large number of adventurers to curse.

However, these two top pretenders did not expect that Midi Asrex, the supposedly genius commander, would attack again regardless of it.

In the face of infection, this method of strengthening the offensive is the most stupid stupid trick.

"It will take some time to completely transform humans into our slaves, and that little guy of Midi is afraid that he wants to beat the time difference and directly attack the Garden of Dawn and hit the Tree of Life before the infection fully attacks. After a while, the black-robed old man, the supreme leader of the pretenders, finally spoke, and then, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's a pity that our pretenders are the least afraid of this kind of impatient opponent

In the face of the new offensive of the Hayabusa Regiment, the Pretender responds to the changes with the same, and the Wolf King and the Vampire Duke once again lead the descendants to attack. On the streets, in the alleys, and inside the buildings, areas of Huttonmar have once again become battlefields, with fierce battles erupting from time to time, with occasional fires and explosions rising into the sky.

And when this round of confrontation passed, the battle line of the Falcon Regiment finally advanced to a third of Huttonmar.

The Nibelungen Sealing Dragon Array is not far away.

But for this, Midi also paid a heavy price, nearly a hundred squads, close to a thousand adventurers of the Falcon Regiment, were once again infected, and immediately lost their combat effectiveness, and could only be removed and transported to the rear.

However, with the experience of the first battle, at least this time when they were infected, the adventurers also took down a lot of the Pretender's descendants. These descendants are different from infected slaves, they are all elite troops carefully cultivated by the pretenders, and if one dies, there will be one less.

When the loss was reported, even the black-robed old man frowned slightly. However, he believed that in this way, at least the Hayabusa would not be able to attack.

But the truth is completely opposite to what the black-robed old man expected

After nearly two thousand adventurers were infected, Midi once again brazenly launched a third wave of attacks, and this time, even sent a full fifteen hundred people

In desperation, the Wolf King and the Vampire Duke had to go into battle again.

And when the third wave of fierce confrontations ended, the battle line of the Falcon Regiment had advanced directly to the area only three streets away from the Garden of Dawn, so to speak, only one step away.

And in this case, Midi did not hesitate to send another fifteen hundred men to press.

The black-robed old man was shocked, and the wolf king and the vampire duke were also confused.

To know the Dao, the total number of Falcon regiments is only 5,000. Under the first three waves of attacks, 3,500 people have been infected, which under normal circumstances is equivalent to nearly 70% of the battle losses, which is enough to collapse the entire army.

And this is an infection, which means that these 3,500 people will soon become the slaves of the pretenders, the enemies of the Falcon Regiment. At such a precarious juncture, how could that so-called genius commander, Midi Asrex, dare to crush the last 1,500 people?

Isn't he afraid of the annihilation of the army?

Isn't he afraid that even his personal guards will be lost, and he will become a slave of the pretender at the very least?

A trace of obvious doubt flashed in the eyes of the black-robed old man.

As a pretender who has survived in the shadows for years and has seen all kinds of tricks, he smells of conspiracy, and it is a huge conspiracy. However, with his wisdom, he could not see through the traps hidden in the situation under Midib. This made the black-robed old man extra vigilant.

After thinking about it for a long time, the black-robed old man made a decision - to suppress it directly with strong strength

"Start the transformation ceremony, first transform the 20,000 citizens of Huttonmar into combat slaves, and then directly suppress them with troops, and infect all the adventurers of the Falcon Regiment As for Midi Asrex, this person is difficult to control, no need to be infected, directly kill and bring the head to me" The black-robed old man gave an extremely cautious order, so to speak, leaving no room for Midi.

The Wolf King and the Vampire Duke respectfully took the order and were about to go into battle again with their descendants.

However, at this moment, the two of them let out a muffled snort at the same time, and then, both of them lost control of their bodies and fell to their knees in unison

"No, those adventurers have a problem with their flesh and blood......," the wolf king let out a low growl. After three fierce battles in a row, in order to infect the enemy, he did not bite the flesh and blood of those humans, and many of them were swallowed directly into his stomach.

Now, all he felt was a dull pain in his abdomen, and his whole body was losing strength, as if the flesh and blood were filled with some kind of toxin that would be fatal to the pretender

"Yes...... Life force, damn it, how could they have such a way of fighting. "The vampire duke's face, which was already bloodless, was now even paler, almost as pale as marble. He sensed the nature of the raging poison in his body, and a rare panic suddenly appeared in his eyes.

And seeing the two of them fall to the ground like soft-footed shrimp, the heart of the black-robed old man was even more turbulent.

The scene in front of me was as if the pretender had been poisoned in reverse.

How is this possible?

"The first batch of infected adventurers has largely recovered. The second batch is about the same. Based on the physical examination, it can be determined that a vaccine has been produced in their bodies to fight infection," said a female master craftsman who specializes in medicine and medicine, with a happy face.

"The location of the cauldron of infection has also been identified. Those pretenders really planned to turn all the citizens of Huttonmar into zombies at a critical moment, so that their forces would increase in one breath to overwhelm them. Another high-level adventurer who specializes in stealth and exploration also spoke up.

"Good. Midi nodded, a glint flashing across her eyes, "My holy medicine, the enemy's poison." Now those pretenders, I'm afraid that many of them have lost their combat effectiveness, right? This is the best time to capture the Garden of Dawn and send an order, all the soldiers who have produced the vaccine in their bodies, get ready, all the troops, attack"

With a loud trumpet, the Falcon Regiment moved again.

Only this time, it was no longer the kind of wave after round of attacks, but like an unstoppable huge wave, swarming in an overwhelming manner