"Thunderbirds!"
"Thunderbirds are alarmed. Is there a flying monster?"
"The horn has sounded. It's time to go to war!"
Everyone looked up at the golden birds flying over their heads. The feathers of these birds were flashing with purple lightning. They were extremely fast like golden auroras. In the blink of an eye, they went into the clouds in front of them. The rumbling sound was getting farther and farther as they rushed towards the world outside the War God's Wall.
While the crowd was discussing, two military officers quickly ran over from afar and said a few words to the instructor who was guiding the crowd in their battle formation practice. Very quickly, the instructor turned around and raised the assembly flag in his hand. He shouted, "Assemble, prepare for battle. Return to camp in one minute. Put on your combat armor and the Single Soldier Support Combat System. Assemble here. Those who miss this spot, be careful!"
He waved the flag, and everyone immediately scattered and rushed towards the tent.
Dean's heart sank. He didn't expect the war to come so fast. He wasn't fully prepared but he had to bite the bullet. He flew over the heads of others at the fastest speed and rushed into the tent. He took out the combat armor from the bed and put it on. As for the combat system, he had worn it on his wrist.
His combat armor had been sent yesterday. It had a strange shape and there were many holes on the surface. Dean had seen the positions of these holes. They were similar to the positions of the sharp blades when he entered Splitter's body. But that was before. Since he had absorbed the flesh and blood of the Aragami, his body had undergone a lot of changes. Sharp blades had grown in some places where there were no sharp blades. Once the blades entered the Splitter's body, they would immediately tear the combat armor.
Dean had tried the toughness of the armor. He had to use all his strength to cut it. It was a relatively good defensive armor.
Although he felt that it was useless to wear it, Dean still wore it. If it was torn in the battlefield, he would say that it was damaged during the battle. Anyway, it was impossible to create satellites to monitor their every move in space.
Dean put on a thin animal coat and a combat armor. He picked Aisha up from the bed and took her back to the square. The whole action was done in one go. It had only been 53 seconds since they arrived at the square, but there were still a lot of people rushing over.
The instructor noticed that Aisha was in Dean's arms. He frowned: "What is this?"
Dean immediately said: "This is the Corpse King. If the situation is critical, I can lift the restrictions on her body and throw her into the middle of the enemy. It will give us more opportunities."
"Nonsense!" The instructor shouted: "This is a war, not a child's play! During a battle, how could you have the time to remove her restrictions? Even if you did, what if she pounced on your own people? Take her back immediately! "
Dudian said, "If the enemy doesn't break through our encirclement, she will stay in place and won't cause us any trouble. But if the enemy breaks through the encirclement, then it will be good for us. I promise that once the restriction is lifted, she will be sent to the center of the enemy. At that time the enemy may attack her. We will have more opportunities to annihilate the enemy."
"Nonsense, I told you to take her back!" The instructor shouted: "If you don't listen to me, then I will kill her now!"
Dean's eyes were gloomy. He looked at him coldly: "Now we are short of people. The situation is urgent. One more Corpse King to help us fight. Can't you even distinguish this point?!"
"Bold!" The instructor was furious. He had always been grumpy. Some people were clumsy when he commanded Dean's temporary army. He had overdrawn his patience. Now Dean contradicted him. He was about to stride forward when he was suddenly pulled by the officer next to him. The officer whispered a few words and looked at Dean at the same time.
When he finished, the instructor's face was slightly angry. He snorted: "If the situation is not urgent, I won't spare you! The Corpse King will be sent to the Undead Division. They will push her to the frontline of the battlefield. You will gather and hold the line of defense given to you by the officer. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed on the spot according to the military law! "
Dean frowned. He quickly understood. Push her to the frontline of the battlefield? Obviously, there were a lot of Undead gathered at the border. They used her as a 'bomb' type of throwing range weapon. However, if they really pushed Aisha to the frontline of the battlefield, then even if her strength was close to the middle abyss, it would be difficult for her to survive. It would be difficult to keep her corpse intact!
"Only I know how to restrict her body. It is useless to send her to the Undead Division. She will only become a grass target. I will take her to the battlefield and control her. I won't let her hurt our allies." Dean said calmly.
"You!" The instructor was infuriated. He had never seen such disobedient soldiers. However, he also knew that these temporary recruits were a motley crew. They all had their own minds and thoughts. It would be a fool's dream to gather their wills together. On the battlefield, the will of the army couldn't be unified. It was a scattered sand. That was why the temporary army could only serve as cannon fodder.
At this time, the vast and long horn sound echoed in the distance again. Everyone's eardrums buzzed and their blood seemed to boil.
The instructor and the two officers next to him changed their faces. The instructor turned to look at Dean. His eyes flashed with coldness. He clenched his fists: "Boy, if there is a problem on the battlefield, I will be the first to make you look good!"
Dean was relieved. It seemed that he had agreed to it.
He knew that the battlefield ahead was extremely dangerous but he still felt that it was safer to bring Aisha with him. Although the people in the tent had gathered here and were going to the front to fight, but the people on the God of War's wall weren't just the people in his tent. There were also many soldiers, reserve troops and many senior officials. He would rather die together with Aisha in the battle. He didn't want to suffer for the rest of his life.
"You, where is your combat armor?!" The instructor didn't look for trouble with Dean. His eyes swept over the gathered people. Soon he saw a short youth who didn't wear combat armor.
The short youth's face turned pale. He said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't know where my combat armor is. I put it on my bed. I just went to look for it."
"Waste!" The instructor scolded angrily, and his thunderous gaze swept across the others. Needless to say, there must be someone who had a grudge against this short youth, and was deliberately making use of this opportunity to mess with him. However, this kind of scheming and plotting against each other would have been fine on a normal day, but at this critical moment, it still appeared. This made him even angrier.
"Let's go!" The instructor looked at the number of people. He saw that no one was missing. He immediately waved his hand and then led the way with the two officers next to him.
Dean and others lined up in a square formation and followed closely behind.
Soon, everyone crossed the center line of the War God's Wall and came to the other side of the wall. There were many military equipment with strange shapes. There was a metal platform that looked like a huge bow and arrow, as well as a fully-metal chariot.
There were bright lines drawn on the ground with paint. It was like a car's guiding line on the highway. It was also used to distinguish and guide people. Everyone followed one of the guiding lines to the other side of the War God's Wall. The vast world outside the wall suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
This was the first time that Dean could clearly see the scenery outside the wall. It was like a fairyland under the white clouds, but it was like a scene of purgatory on earth. There were many corpses near the War God's Wall. There were humans and monsters. The color of the soil had turned dark brown. When the wind blew from above, a strong smell of blood assailed the nostrils.
This smell of blood wasn't the smell of rust of fresh blood. It was a mixture of extremely fishy and rancid odor. There was also the stench of feces and other foul smells. Even Dean, who was a veteran of hunting all year round, felt stomach discomfort and wanted to vomit after smelling this stench.
How many souls were piled up under this towering wall?
'They' wanted to come in and they wanted to go out.
In the blurred area in front of the War God's Wall, there were a large number of troops and various military facilities. At this moment, there was a faint sound of restlessness coming from the distant white area.
"Go down!" The instructor shouted and stepped onto a steam-powered airship with the other two officers.
The steam-powered airship was docked next to the War God's Wall. It was obviously a product of the Kingdom of God. Although they had produced a single soldier system and mastered electricity, the steam-powered airship didn't seem to be obsolete.
There was a long row of twenty to thirty airships docked next to the War God's Wall.
Dean and the others boarded the airship in turn under the instructor's reprimand. There were a total of 37 people sitting in ten steam-powered airships. Under the push of the pilot, they slowly descended from the War God's Wall.
The steam-powered airship stopped behind several large phalanxes in front. Dean got off the airship and looked back. There was a strong sense of impact. The War God's Wall was too majestic. Especially when standing under its feet, the impact was even stronger. Within three to five hundred meters of the War God's Wall, the soil was messy. With a casual sweep, one could see scattered fingers, eyeballs, and other tissues that hadn't been cleaned up.
The giant wall below the War God's Wall was dark brown in color and was stained with an unknown amount of blood.
At this time, the instructor took Dean and the others along a straight path, all the way through those large phalanxes.
These phalanxes were standing straight and dignified. At first glance, one could tell that they were regular troops.
Before long, the instructor took Dean and the others to a towering fortress. This fortress was four to five hundred meters high. It was built with boulders and wood. It was covered with people and a lot of flags. The instructor led everyone to the left side of the fortress. There were several small phalanxes that had been arranged neatly. However, compared to the large phalanxes behind them, their momentum was obviously lacking. They were also temporary conscripted troops like Dean and the others.
The instructor led everyone to the side of the small phalanxes. Then he trotted to the front of the three officers wearing a sword mark badge on their shoulders. He raised his hand to salute and then reported.
One of the officers said a few words to the instructor. The instructor returned to the front of Dean and the others. It seemed that he was their leader.
Dean's eyes flashed as he looked at the instructor's back in the crowd.
It seemed that the phalanxes had already gathered here. At the moment, they were discussing in low voices. From this point, it could be seen that there was a difference between the regular army and the miscellaneous army. However, their voices were very low. No officer shouted to stop them. It seemed that they were too lazy to lower themselves to the level of the temporary army.
At this time, a youth who was close to the instructor asked in a low voice: "Don't we have War God's Wall? Why do we have to come out to fight? Isn't it better to use the War God's Wall for defense? "
The instructor turned his head and glanced at him. When he saw that the instructor was a ruler, the impatience in his eyes lessened a little. He coldly snorted, "Use your brains more. The Battlegod Rampart is our strongest line of defense, but there's a limit to the number of people it can accommodate. If the demonic creatures from outside the Battlegod Rampart were to rush up in one go and kill their way through our encirclement, wouldn't they be able to charge into the rampart?"
The youth was puzzled: "In that case, why not set up a few more lines of defense inside the wall?"
"How do you know that there is no such thing?" The instructor asked.
The youth was speechless.
Indeed, he didn't see it, but it didn't mean that there was no such thing.
At this time, the tsunami-like horn sounded again. It was coming from the top of the fortress. After the horn ended, a burst of urgent bell rang.
In the distance, several officers with sword medals on their shoulders had a solemn expression. They immediately issued an order for all the warriors of the assault camp to immediately go up the fortress's defensive line!
When the instructor heard the order, he immediately led Dean and the others up the steep stairs behind the fortress. They ran all the way to the top of the fortress to replace the soldiers who were originally stationed here.
Everyone knew that their task was to defend here. In other words, they were to act as cannon fodder here to ease the enemy's first wave of attack!
Through the previous conversation between the youth and the instructor, Dean guessed that the purpose of this foreign fortress was likely not to fight with the enemy, but to ease and contain them. It was to prevent the enemy's attack from being too fast and causing too much impact on the War God's Wall. After all, once the War God's Wall collapsed, it was estimated that no one could repair it. This was the masterpiece of God, and probably only 'God' could repair it.
Therefore, the Empire didn't allow the War God's Wall to collapse and be damaged!
Standing on the fortress, Dean looked in front of him. He saw a piece of muddy soil in the distance. Countless hoof prints were like sharp blades, causing terrifying damage to the earth. At this moment, the fortress under his feet was faintly trembling. The area in front of him was covered with white mist. It wasn't morning, but noon. However, the mist on the ground was exceptionally thick. It greatly hindered people's vision.
In this white mist, it seemed that a dark color gradually emerged.
The trembling of the ground was getting more and more intense.
Everyone's complexion changed. Some people had already entered the demonic state in advance. They nervously looked at the depths of the white mist.
Then, from the depths of the white mist, countless black shadows suddenly shot out. They were like black streamers that pierced their pupils.
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