A shot was useless, Ma Teng stood in the corner of the altar, did not stop, the tip of the gun shook, and then rushed up again!

For the army of corpse soldiers on the North Road, Wei Ye was not defenseless. Placing spells along the way to purify the water source is just a passive retreat strategy, and the most important thing is to simply kill the sorcerers who control these corpse soldiers, which can be regarded as breaking the roots.

And the Hu man warlock in front of him put on such an obvious appearance of the mastermind behind the scenes, since he met it for Ma Teng, how could he let it go?

Even if it wasn't for those empty slogans of righteousness, he hated the sea of blood that his family was tied to!

Sensing the breath of the living, under the altar, countless corpse soldiers began to stir. The strange faces that can no longer be called human are only mouths that are as wide as they can, and slime dripping from the abruptly elongated canine teeth.

These half-human, half-ghost corpse soldiers, half relying on the transformation of the Corpse Forest Jun's divine power, and half being remotely controlled by Iberin's magic, have long since worn out most of the emotions that should be of the creatures. Such a corpse army, who doesn't know how to retreat, doesn't know what fear is, and what is left in the body is only the instinct of ghouls who are greedy for blood and food, and it is simply the most perfect cannon fodder unit in the era of cold weapons.

However, it is precisely because of their thirst for blood and food that they are in an extremely restless restlessness, and even Ibrin, who controls this army of corpse soldiers, can barely control it.

Just because a guest came from the north and walked to the city of Fanhe, he found that the host was so stingy that he didn't want to eat and drink at all.

At the beginning, there were still some lords of the dock fort who believed that the walls were high and the grain was abundant, and arrogantly rejected Wei Ye's scarce bit of mercy, and packed up his own relatives and respectfully invited this army of corpse soldiers to laugh. However, the deeper you go into Fanhe County, the more obstacles there are along the way.

All the people who could be collected were driven into Fanhe City by the Ma army, and in such a snowy and frozen field, even if you want to catch some voles to eat your stomach, you can't get it. Without the replenishment of blood food, the activity of the corpse soldiers decreases more and more, but from time to time there will be a Dao Gate charm that has been placed in advance next to the road to carry out a mine-like attack on the corpse soldier team.

Even hydration has become an extremely dangerous thing at this moment. The rivers, wells, and ponds along the way, all the water sources that have not been completely frozen have been purified by people throwing into the evil spirit talismans, such talisman water, people drink it is beneficial and harmless, but the corpse soldiers can't touch it, and can only rely on chewing snow blocks to replenish water.

However, because the corpses have been transformed into half-dead and half-alive things, they still have the defect of calorie consumption, ingesting snow blocks can only make the little heat stored in their shells dissipate faster. If it weren't for the fact that the self-personality of these corpse soldiers had been wiped out with the mutated brains, and any cold weapon unit would have been replaced, desertion, camp roaring, and mutiny would have been inevitable.

At that moment, they smelled the smell of the living, and they all turned their heads and looked at the altar. No matter how strong the altar's control over their mana power was, it couldn't suppress their thirst for the flesh and blood of the living, and all of a sudden, even the corpse soldiers who were holding the altar abandoned their work and scrambled towards the altar.

Above the altar, the huge cross still shimmered brightly, and wherever the light could shine, the tumultuous corpse soldiers were much quieter. However, the tame attitude shown by being controlled by magic has long been inferior to what it used to be.

Most clergy believe that the power of faith is omnipotent. And throughout the classical era, all aspiring religious scholars were devoted to building a tightly knit organization that firmly controlled the body and mind of believers. For example, to build the Order into a military camp of pedophile prophets, for example, to spend thousands of years to turn an entire society into a large monastic Brahmin priesthood.

Compared with these predecessors, in the post-classical era, the religious farms used by various cults to control their followers were like the product of a joke.

But just as the Germanic barbarians, who converted to Christianity, still used the monasteries as storerooms for regular sweeping, the spiritual light of religion was not something that would always be useful. Even in India, a slave country where society was stagnant, the bloodthirsty belief in the goddess Gari, which encouraged the untouchables to go around kidnapping Brahmin priests and Kshatriya nobles and offering blood sacrifices to the untouchable gods.

Just like now, when these corpse soldiers whose brains have turned to slime are hungry for blood, how much of a role can the spells harness them make?

The first to react was Ibelin, a spellcaster of unknown origin. Holding the rosary in his hand, he threw himself under the cross in the center of the altar, got down on one knee, kissed the rosary in his hand with an unrequited fervent, and then chanted in a strange tune: "Sanctae Crucis, adliberandumscepturushominem!"

If Wei Ye was here, he could casually break it, and this incantation was actually a cross prayer praising the crucified cross of Jesus Christ. And according to the usual style of the Crucifixion, which advocates red tape, this kind of prayer incantation cannot be piled up with more than ten verses of all kinds of praise to God, and even the person who recites the incantation himself will not tolerate it.

"After all, is it a monster who does not know what fear is, and is going to run away? O holy cross, this ark that floats above the flood, and exalts the bronze serpent in the wilderness, will save the children of Adam who are trapped in the hell! The radiance of the kingdom of heaven, quenching the greed in the eyes of the pious, quenching the hunger and thirst of the ascetic's flesh, cutting off the arrogance of the heart of the humble, this is a holy victory, before the cross, surrender, the devil and his servant...... Poof!"

There was still one last syllable left for the incantation, but Ibelyn turned his head outward, kept holding the rosary in his hand, and flew straight out.

Flying out with him, there was also half a broken back molar.

And the person who swung the fist shook his hand impatiently, as if it was dirty, not like pain.

At some point, another man stood on the altar.

Her figure can be said to be very petite, her delicate face lines are soft, and she is placed on the stage, which is the fairy child holding a peach on "Pan Tao Club". However, the clever temperament between the eyebrows and eyes is more like a quirky little matchmaker.

However, the matchmaker definitely does not have the force value to break other people's teeth with one punch, and the matchmaker will definitely not appear in such a sinister battle array.

"How many times have I said it, I'm a real civilian, and that uncle who loves to squeeze other people's labor always puts me on the battlefield!"

While complaining, Sima Ling looked up at the cross on the altar, and then smiled at Ibelin: "I'm sorry, I'm here to demolish!"