Several dozen minutes later, the rain transformed into a downpour. This was weather that neither the attacking side nor the defending side wanted to encounter. But overall, the undead had the advantage.
For the attacking side, reinforcements might arrive even later, and the attacking side's soldiers would also be affected by the heavy rain, but it wouldn't actually have much of an effect.
And for the defending side, this was doubtlessly the most annoying weather. With such a heavy rain, any ordinary attacking side would have long since rested for the time being. After all, the weather was still quite cold. Even a strong man in the prime of his life wouldn't be able to withstand the cold after being drenched in the rain. It would be quite possible for a weak man to fall sick.
Even if it was just the coldness of the rain and the discomfort caused by the lack of vision, it was enough to severely affect the morale of the humans.
It was common sense for any battlefield commander to never fight or march in a cold and wet rain unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, not only would their combat strength be greatly reduced, it would also be quite troublesome to deal with the aftermath of the battle, and their overall combat strength would also be greatly reduced.
Compared to the living, who were restricted by the environment, the already dead undead were much better off.
The undead wouldn't fall sick. Although they would hate the rain that would make their weapons wet and affect their vision, and their movements would slow down because of this, perhaps even searching for their missing eyeballs or teeth in the ditches on the ground, they wouldn't be unable to fight because of the heavy rain.
"Damn it, how much longer is this rain going to last?"
I wasn't annoyed because the battle would be difficult. For me, as long as the final result was acceptable, the process wasn't important.
My subordinates and I had limited power. It wasn't that we didn't intend to become babysitters who would take care of everything. Since the Contract Heroes had the resolution to pay for rewards, they naturally had the resolution to die in battle. I didn't intend to interfere too much … Actually, it was impossible for me to interfere. After all, there were countless battlefields in this world, and the battles in the future would gradually escalate. At a certain point, even SemiGods would become commonplace. If I had to take care of every single detail, I wouldn't be able to do anything even if I worked myself to death.
Since I hoped that these "Dimensional Children" and "Backup Heroes" would be able to swiftly grow stronger, I felt that I shouldn't interfere too much. True powerful individuals would have to fight their way through life and death situations. Unless the outcome was certain to be total annihilation, I didn't intend to interfere at all.
The only reason he had come here was because Samantha and the others had entrusted him with the task. The only reason he had reduced the Undead's forces was because he wanted to do an experiment …
"Roland, don't you know how ugly it is for a man to act tsundere …"
I ignored the silly cat's comment. I wasn't the type of person who would willingly become a nanny for a young brat. Right now, I was only annoyed that the heavy rain had interrupted my experimental plans, which made me even more displeased.
"… Is there a way to disperse the fog?"
"No, I'm not Great Druil. They're the ones who are good at controlling the weather. Don't you have Eaglestorm? Let him try. "
Although it was the expected answer, it was still very disappointing.
As long as one was prepared, a mage would indeed be capable of anything. However, the prerequisite was that sufficient preparations were required. At the very least, I knew that the Cloud Tower's mages had the ability to control the weather around the city. However, they would need support facilities and mage towers to help them. Also, mega AOE spells related to the weather were a major type of forbidden spell, but they would require at least a SemiGod mage and sufficient time to cast them.
However, Harloys was still only a Gold mage (a magical pet wouldn't be able to surpass its master). Even if she had any spells, she wouldn't be able to use them without basic power levels. Still, it was rare for me to catch her in a sore spot, so I definitely wouldn't let her off the hook verbally.
"Tsk, so useless. You mean Eaglestorm? Not to mention that he's already gone to the Bardi Empire, even if he's here, a Legend rank Druil won't be able to do anything about this situation. "
"Hmph, it's all because you're so useless that you're dragging me down. In that case, let's start the 'battle' ahead of schedule. "
"Won't that make it a premature baby? I'm still hoping that it'll be able to obtain enough soul nourishment in the battle. I reject it! "
"… You should also have a way to change the weather, right?"
"Yes, it's possible to turn a rainstorm into a snowstorm. Perhaps it'll even make the headlines in spring. But what will happen afterwards? Will it be a competition to see who freezes to death first? I feel that out of all species, the undead who don't eat, drink, or feel pain will definitely win in this competition for survival. "
Alright then, as I and Harloys stared at each other, it was confirmed that neither of us had any method to change the situation.
* Boom! *
Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder. However, the strange thing was that it originated from the ground. A bolt of lightning shot from the ground into the sky, piercing through the dark clouds.
* Boom! *
After a series of explosions, lightning flashed everywhere, and thunder roared. But right after, after some tremors, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed, and everything returned to normal.
This was obviously an unnatural result, but …
"That's strange. Isn't that the undead's camp? An Undead Boss managed to dispel the dark clouds? They're suicidal. "
…
Although this was the undead army's headquarters, it was still nothing more than a few temporary, low-level Spiritual Towers. And in the middle of this messy camp, there was a two-story white bungalow that was especially attractive. There were flowers and plants growing next to the bungalow, and there were even servants taking care of them.
Yins was patiently tending to the flowers and plants. While Hatley was still in the posture of throwing his spear, as if he was itching to try again, the true owner of this bungalow barged in.
"My two Lords! You're … "
Although he intentionally kept his tone calm, his old face was scrunched up. At this moment, he was truly angered to the extreme.
It was no wonder why he was so angry. He had such a terrible hand, and it was so rare for him to encounter such a heaven-sent opportunity. Yet, it was directly ruined by someone on his side. Even a Holy Apostle would be angered to the point of breaking their precepts, not to mention an Undead Lord who definitely wasn't a good person to begin with.
However, Davey's hand stopped midway. It wasn't that he didn't want to get angry, but that there was nothing he could do even if he got angry. He definitely wouldn't be able to defeat the Undead Lords, and he didn't dare to offend them.
The two Titan Giants were only incarnations of their wills, which were similar to the Gods' divine power incarnations. The power they could use was limited, but even the weakest of them would be SemiGods who had reached the bottleneck of the world. Not to mention Lord Davey, even an Undead Emperor wouldn't be confident in victory. If the Elemental Tide increased, the bottleneck would increase even further. How powerful would the Titan Giants become, and how far they would be able to go in the mortal plane? Nobody knew for sure apart from those ancient existences.
For the sake of obtaining victory in this battle, for the sake of obtaining the Undead Emperors' trust and favor, Davey had gambled everything. Over the past few days, he had spared no expense in taking care of these two ultimate "aces".
Tired from marching? Fine, we'll use a palanquin. You think the undead smell bad? We'll grab a few humans to carry the palanquin. What? You don't want dirty males? Fine, we'll go grab a young woman.
You think the house is dirty and messy? Alright, we had an alchemist and mage, an Undead Knight as the coolie, a high-level earth element lich as the bricklayer, and an old artist who was several hundred years old as the chief designer. The house had a warm rural style with a modern minimalist style. It was basically a perfect work of art. Along with the house, we also received a century-old butler from a certain royalty, a small team of banshee servants (possessed elves), a skeleton violinist (an Undead Lord who had once been a master artist), and a gardener.
You think the house is too noisy? Fine, our army made way for the two of you. We even specially built a soundproof wall for the two of you.
You said it was lacking in life again? Fine, the undead army went out in full force and finally managed to capture several vicious beasts (only a single Silver-ranked lion was left behind, which became Hatley's pet). They even planted flowers and plants around the house, and did a good job of keeping it clean and green … Were these still the evil undead that would cause the living to pale at the mere mention of them? Just where did these ace servants come from!?
"How is this even external help? It's like we've hired two fathers."
But at this point, Davey knew that even if it was a father, he could only endure it. There was no way out for him now. Behind him was a bottomless abyss.
"You, you … what do the two of you mean by this? Could it be that Davey didn't take good care of the house? Are the two of you dissatisfied? "
Davey did his best to suppress the anger in his heart, finally transforming it into a rather calm question. But by the time he reached the last few words, he was still unable to suppress his tone. The question turned into an interrogative one with obvious dissatisfaction.
"Flowers."
"Flowers?"
"As expected of foolish undead. Brother Yins means that the rain is blocking the sun, so the flowers can't even bloom."
"@ # @ # ¥… &."
If one had to use words to describe Davey's current feelings, the only word that could be used was a bunch of random code. At this moment, a mysterious sense of grievance gathered in Davey's eyes. It was far too pitiful for an Undead Lord to be reduced to such a state. If Davey still had tear ducts, he would definitely be crying right now.
Davey could faintly see his future. Perhaps he would still be able to leave his name in the annals of history, but it wouldn't be as Aso's successor or as the wise one that he dreamed of. Instead, it would be as the stupidest Undead Lord in history. Davey had been born as a low-level Demonic Ghost and worked hard for thousands of years, only to receive such an ending.
Meanwhile, Hatley smiled as he walked over and patted the old Demonic Ghost's shoulder.
"We're tired of staying outside as well. It's time for us to leave. Right, leave this house behind and find two dragons to hold it down. Perhaps we'll need it the next time we meet …"
At this moment, the old Demonic Ghost's face twisted together. He had never hated someone so much before. He was angrily shouting and cursing in his heart, but he was also hesitating whether or not he should hug Hatley's leg and beg Hatley to stay behind. Hatley was his final hope of survival!
Finally, it seemed that he had toyed with the Demonic Ghost too much. Even Yins couldn't bear to watch any longer.
"… Aren't they just some little things? Before we leave, we'll flatten this entire city. "
"Brother Yins is so soft-hearted. Ha! Lowly undead, if you dare to deceive the descendants of the earth again and have us become your fighters, perhaps before we destroy you and your army, we'll let you have a taste of the Titans' wrath and have you howl in pain in Hell for thousands of years."
The Thunder Giant's soft words transformed into a thunderous roar in the end. The Thunder Giant returned to the mortal world amidst a flurry of lightning. His eyes, which were filled with lightning, were now staring at the nearby Oak City.
"Little things, come and play with me for a bit."
At this moment, the Demonic Ghost Lord was sprawled on the ground. Even he was unable to withstand the sudden change from great sorrow to great joy. He was currently lying on the ground like a ghoul of the same species, panting with his tongue hanging out. The image of wisdom that he had accumulated over the years had been destroyed in a single day.
The Thunder Giant was also quite intelligent. Compared to the Titan Giants who had at least tens of thousands of years of experience in scheming, the old Demonic Ghost could only be considered an amateur. Only now did he realize that the two Titan Giants had been toying with him from the very beginning. All of his scheming had been treated as a joke by the Titan Giants. Even the so-called undead closest to Aso was nothing more than a joke.
But when he saw the Thunder Giant that reached the heavens, he felt that the Titan Giants were basically invincible in terms of combat strength. He heaved a sigh of relief.
"At the very least, I'll be able to destroy Oak City and report back to the Undead Emperors."
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