Chapter 348 Massacre
The wind in Sylvania always seemed to carry howling, and the whispers spreading in the wind made the Abeson militiamen like frightened birds, and the most ordinary disturbance could make their hearts tremble.
From time to time, people fell behind and were abandoned in this deserted Sylvanian forest. The original team of more than a hundred people now had only about a dozen people left.
During this period, Abeson even encountered a small group of beastmen.
Fortunately, those despicable creatures wisely retreated after noticing the muskets in the hands of the militiamen.
They were shorter than Abesen, and their ridiculous and stupid appearance was the final result of their depravity. They had nothing left.
The road further east was relatively peaceful. Perhaps due to Tal's protection, Abeson never encountered any enemies. However, the phantom figures weeping among the trees and grass on the road occasionally gave the living people a slight fright.
No one wants to bother with them anymore. Facts have proven that if you don't ask about their past lives you won't bother them.
I hope so.
Abeson shook off the mud on his shoes and looked back at the road he came from from time to time. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but there were more and more invisible things following them.
I just hope that the military chaplain in Schwarzport can deal with these unclean creatures that disturb the peace. Those Moore priests should have a way to deal with them. Abbeson doesn't want to bring one of them home.
What was strange was that he used to be very cautious towards evil spirits, but now he didn't feel the slightest fear at all.
It didn't seem like a big deal, their horror was only reflected in stories, and when he really encountered them, Abeson was just thinking about how to recite theological texts.
When humans know that there is a way to fight against certain terrifying things, they will not be as afraid of them.
Compared to the terrifying monster that destroyed the logistics corps alone, what is the ghost?
Maybe only wizards from the magic academy can deal with it, and only monsters can fight monsters.
It is said that the academy, which was established less than 30 years ago, has invented a new weapon, a new weapon like a cannon, a kind of cannon that does not require gunpowder to be loaded?
Abeson had no idea what it was, but any weapon that was allowed to be used on the battlefield had to be reliable.
"It, it's stuck!"
Outside the city of Kopebad, the ratmen engineers who were about to launch artillery fire reported the abnormality in fear, but it was more of a scream to vent its fear.
More and more equally terrified voices told Ikit a bad fact - this batch of primitive stone device was more unstable than its worst expectations.
They were supposed to ring out and bring death to human playthings.
No! They rang!
The green light that shot up into the sky covered the forest outside Koppebad. The moment the cannon sounded, swarms of rats swarmed out of the city. They pounced on the bewildered human defenders and spread chaos and disease in the city.
But they were apparently unaware of the accident at the artillery position.
The melodious alarm bells rang throughout the city, and the human barracks that should have been razed to the ground by the dimensional stone cannons quickly woke up. In just two minutes, teams of well-equipped human soldiers appeared on the streets.
They were extremely decisive and did not care about the losses in the town. They directly poured kerosene on the densely populated rats. After the civilians were evacuated, the rats that covered the city faced another round of artillery shells head-on.
The shells were not filled with gunpowder, but some kind of powder. The fat rats twitched in the white smoke and soon turned over.
The smell of burnt meat and the aroma of meat made the slave rats hiding underground swallow their saliva every time. When they rushed to the ground as planned, they were greeted by stunned human soldiers and rows of grim muskets and halberds.
The grass of Sylvania was becoming more and more crowded, and the militiamen had to lean on each other as they moved forward, as no one wanted to be alone with the ghosts.
They are still relatively well behaved now, but if there is only one human being around, they may not remain well behaved.
Schwarzport was almost there, and the Empire's regular army was there. They would be safe once they got there.
The harsh sound of the cold wind blowing through the treetops always made them worry that a monster was approaching, or that the monster that destroyed the caravan was catching up.
With its inhuman speed, no one present would be able to escape if it wanted to.
Fortunately, they were indeed quite favored, and apart from the increasing number of followers, nothing else was targeting this group of people.
A pair of cold hands covered Abeson's eyes. It seemed that it wanted to say something, but the gap between the living and the dead turned its anxious words into unclear murmurs.
Abeson only accelerated slightly and let the hands pierce through his body. The piercing coldness made him tremble. He clenched the antlers in his pocket and prayed hurriedly to Tal.
Maybe this prayer really worked, and the ghost didn't come back.
What was it trying to say? Was this dead thing trapped in the past still thinking about its past? As they crossed a stream, everyone could hear the surging water in the distance.
It is very close to Schwarz Harbor.
Another ghost entangled one of Abeson's companions, and it seemed to be shouting something.
But no living person was interested in their stories.
Abeson was walking along the gravel road covered with weeds, and just as he stepped onto a slope, he was approached by the ghost again.
It was a sturdy Ivylander with their trademark dark brown hair, and even though death had made its skin unusually pale, Abeson could tell it had once been olive.
It seemed as if some sharp weapon had pierced its chest.
Perhaps because he had just entered death and was not that far away from the world of the living, Abeson heard his nervous reminder: "Run!"
They should indeed flee. They had to inform the defenders of Schwarzport and let the legions of Ivy and Wiesen know that a terrible enemy had appeared.
"Tell His Majesty Magnus."
The following words blurred into faint crying, filling Abeson's chest. He didn't know why this Ivy leader died, and why he wanted to remind others after his death.
Emperor Magnus?
The emperor was too far away from them, and it was not easy to go back the same way.
The militiamen staggered down the slope and climbed over a raised birch forest. The river was right in front of them. Schwarz Harbor was just to the east of the river, and they only needed to walk a short distance further.
But now no one wants to go to Schwarzport anymore.
The Imperial transport ships at the port were burning with red flames. The Imperial soldiers who were supposed to be patrolling between the city walls and towers were lying on the parapets, their faces soaked with blood.
Their dead silence and wide-open eyes told outsiders of a horror beyond common sense. When the cold wind extinguished the lights, only dark silence remained on the city wall.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion sounded in the north of the city, and the mushroom cloud towering into the sky looked like a devil overlooking the city.
Anyone with experience could guess that it was the arsenal that exploded.
(End of this chapter)
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