The vanguard of the Sanctum Expeditionary Army was almost completely wiped out.
The best knights died on the battlefield, and the most devout priests were buried in the soil. The war against the Chaos monsters was a merciless meat grinder. The merciless, unyielding, cold-blooded, cruel monsters only knew how to destroy everything. In a battle against them, only one side would be completely destroyed.
In exchange for this tragic sacrifice, they had closed the distance by four kilometers.
After advancing for four kilometers, the Spiral Hill became a little larger in their field of vision. This distance was enough for Lockmarton to feel threatened — if the tyrant of Chaos really had such emotions. The cannon fodder of the Chaos monsters began to surge out of the smoke and storm, and another more terrifying monster appeared on the battlefield.
It was a kind of flesh behemoth that looked like a giant to ordinary people. They were four to five meters tall and vaguely had the shape of a human, but each of their limbs was abnormally swollen, with huge festering sarcomas all over their bodies. Their swollen muscles and blood vessels were almost bursting out of their bodies. They did not have an obvious head, and at the top of their ugly bodies, there was an irregularly shaped black protrusion. Two rows of dark yellow eyes twitched crazily on the rotten flesh, sending chills down one's spine.
These terrifying monsters looked bloated, but they were actually very agile. They seemed to have the ability to control gravity. Their swollen bodies were always floating in the air three to four meters above the ground. Countless evil runes flowed on their skin, giving them all kinds of protective effects and pollution abilities. Everything within a few hundred meters of these monsters was withering and collapsing. Life sped up, weapons rapidly decayed, and even souls became dizzy and haunted by nightmares as if they were infected with a disease.
These powerful abilities made them completely different from the cannon fodder of Chaos.
They were monsters known as "Lockmarton's Minions", deformed demons that only appeared in the depths of the Nightmare World and were directly bred by Lockmarton's thoughts.
As soon as these monsters appeared, the ordinary soldiers on the frontline were immediately affected. Although everyone in the expeditionary army had the ability to use divine spells to dispel this negative energy, when hundreds of such monsters appeared on the battlefield at the same time, the ordinary soldiers of the Sanctum were under immense pressure. Visible to the naked eye, a column at the flank of the army collapsed.
At this critical moment, the ten wardens immediately took over the command of the heavily injured vanguard army. The rock giants instantly crossed the entire battlefield and stood in front of the "minions", protecting the flank that was on the verge of collapse. Their gigantic bodies had the runes of the goddess floating on them, and a layer of light jumped and formed between them, blocking the corrosive power of the spawn.
A rock-like war hammer appeared in the hands of the Lord of the Mountains. He slammed the war hammer into the ground, and as the ground shook, a few of the Minions closest to him turned into grayish-white rocks and fell to the ground.
"Hahaha, it's been a long time since I fought these 'meat bags'. The feeling is still as terrible as ever!!"
Geddon laughed heartily. His words were filled with disdain and confidence. His voice swept across the entire battlefield, causing the morale of the army, which had been shaken by the continuous mental attacks, to rise again.
"Is that so? I think these guys are the perfect targets. Let's burn them, and they'll be crispy! "
The voice of the Lord of Flames, Gurash, came from the side. The bald stone giant's eyes shot out powerful rays of heat, and as the rays focused, the minions burst into flames like firecrackers, exploding and shattering.
However, more and more minions emerged from the smoke. They were growing faster than the wardens could destroy them.
Another ball of Light of Order appeared behind the Wardens. This ball of light leaped around the knights' formation a few times before arriving beside the Lord of the Mountains. The Lord of the Mountains looked down and saw a majestic silver-white wolf in the middle of the light.
He knew this wolf. According to Calaxus' description, this was the appearance of the "alpha" lady. He was surprised to see the surging Light of Order on the wolf. This light was even purer and brighter than the wardens'.
A voice came from the wolf's nose. "How far away are we?! Are we close enough to attack? "
Geddon took a closer look and saw that it was Hao Ren standing on the wolf's nose.
"To be honest, it's not looking good." Geddon's voice was no longer as loud as before. He suppressed the vibration in the air and limited his voice to the surroundings. "Lockmarton's minions are harder to deal with than we thought. They haven't even revealed themselves yet. If we attack from this distance, we will be easily blocked by the cannon fodder and Lockmarton's mental barrier. "
"It's really too far … There's a high chance that something will go wrong if we carry out the plan here." Hao Ren straightened his body on the bridge of Lily's nose and looked up at Spiral Hill. "We have to break through these troublesome cannon fodders."
"We have to destroy the minions," Geddon said in a low voice. "They are like an extension of Lockmarton's flesh. If we destroy them, the defense around Spiral Hill will be greatly weakened."
"They seem to have appeared out of thin air." Hao Ren frowned and looked in the direction of the 'birth' of the minions. There, two pillars of smoke were continuously creating the bloated and ugly monsters. "That pillar of smoke is strange. It has high defense, and there are too many guards around it."
"Because two of Lockmarton's tentacles are inside the smoke pillar," Geddon said solemnly. "We have to find a way to destroy them."
Hao Ren nodded and looked in the direction of the two pillars of smoke. He then shifted his gaze to the place where the Sanctum army and the Chaos monsters were clashing.
The situation was not looking good.
The battlefield was like a coarse grindstone that could grind the sharpest edges into dust. The Sanctum army's silver arrows had crashed into this grindstone. Under the constant grinding and wear, they were being worn down layer by layer. Even though they were still advancing, the speed of their advance was visibly slowing down.
They could not hold on any longer.
At this rate, it would be extremely difficult for the army to break through the defense of Chaos, let alone deal enough damage to Lockmarton.
Hao Ren gripped the gun in his hand and lightly tapped the bridge of Lily's nose with his heel. This was the signal for them to prepare to charge.
Even though this was not in line with the original plan, and the consumption of energy and exposure of themselves would greatly reduce the effectiveness of the entire plan, it seemed that they had no other choice. If they could not reorganize the army's morale and break through this fatal meat grinder, then there would be no chance for the follow-up plan to be carried out.
But just as he was about to put his thoughts into action, a strange commotion suddenly came from the side.
He immediately looked up and saw a large number of swaying black figures suddenly appearing at the edge of the dark and chaotic battlefield.
The black figures were continuous, but they did not have any flags or insignias. They did not seem to be the minions of Chaos either.
When they were close enough, Hao Ren finally realized what they were.
It was the "Ultimate Army"!
Tattered clothes, twisted and festering limbs, and completely unrecognizable faces — this' army 'that looked as ferocious as the Chaos daemons had actually appeared here. No one knew how they managed to leave the battlefield that bound their will and cross the scorched plains that were filled with Chaos daemons to arrive at this battlefield. But they had come, and they had come beyond everyone's expectations.
The twisted and mutated army came to the edge of the Sanctuary Knights' flank and attracted everyone's attention. Then, Hao Ren saw an exceptionally tall warrior walking out from the front of the "Ultimate Army".
Like the others, he had completely lost his human form. His many swollen limbs and a bunch of tentacles made him look like a monster. The soldier staggered to the front of the formation, and then used abnormally clumsy movements to pull out something from between his mutated limbs, unfolding it.
It was a tattered rag.
He solemnly unfolded the rag and hung it on a festering bone spur on his back.
Then, he staggered to the front of the stunned knights and shook his body with all his might. Then, he used his festering bone claws to tear at the flesh on his chest. He tried to make some sound, but in the end, all that came out was a strange, hoarse howl.
No one understood what he was saying. The ancient warrior had also completely forgotten the human language.
"I heard the bell … We followed it … Is it the start of the attack?"
This was what he wanted to ask, but no one could communicate with him.
The battle cries of the vanguard crossed the battlefield and reached the flank. The chaotic smoke column stirred up a storm that rolled like thunder. The twisted warrior finally noticed all of this. He seemed to be listening attentively, and then he looked up.
The entire army behind him turned around.
At this moment, another group of soldiers rushed over from the rear of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force.
They were glimmering specters, holy skeletons shaped like withered bones, hollow armors, and holy robes floating in midair.
They were the Heroic Soul Army of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force, the dead who had been buried in Fidelinopolis for the past ten thousand years. According to the original plan, they were to be the army's backup force. When the attack on Spiral Hill failed, they would launch another attack. Because the soul energy of the dead was beginning to dissipate, they had to save their attack for the last moment.
It seemed that this was the last moment they had chosen.
The dead crossed the line of the living, silently but determinedly crossing the Barrier of Order put up by the ten Wardens. A tall specter in a pure white holy robe walked past the twisted warrior. He paused for a moment and patted the warrior's shoulder.
Old brother, the attack has begun.
And so, the army charged.
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