Chapter 362 The Long Night (Part 3)
The brute force of the Strigoi's head crushed the lizardman's bones, and Lynch cut off its head with a violent scepter, but in just a blink of an eye, a new head grew on its empty body.
The sun's radiance burned its body, but the first generation of vampires' immunity to sunlight allowed it to avoid the disaster.
Lynch's arm that was torn off grew back in an instant, and Usoran's missing body parts recovered at the same inhuman speed. This was a fight beyond the cognition of mortals. The so-called weaknesses of mortals were meaningless in the face of two beings who could be called demigods.
The wrestling and collision between the monsters overturned the swamp, shattered the plains, and then split the deep black forest.
The two beasts, both fast and powerful, were constantly colliding with each other violently and powerfully, and even the hills and mountains were turned into gravel and powder between their bodies.
In the end, the explosion that went beyond the limit made the wind of magic sway with it, and the whole land was turned over by the brutality of the two warriors.
Abeson only saw a flash of black shadow, and the endless buzzing made blood flow from his ears. Their small shelter did not survive the aftermath.
The monster's careless passing by shattered the rocks that they relied on for support, and the ground looked like it had been plowed by artillery fire, with potholes and gaps everywhere.
It was as if the two monsters were reenacting the battle between Emperor Magnus and Asava Kul outside the city of Kislev. The god-like fight left the humble prayers of mortals in vain. No one still had hope. No one could save them from the calamity-like monsters.
One militiaman could not bear the ear-piercing noise and died from tinnitus.
When a gust of wind brought the rocks that were smashed by the monster, almost everyone could see how they would look when they died.
The battle spread to the entire southwestern part of Sylvania. The fierce winds turned into endless gales, the roars and howls turned into rumbling thunder, and the lightning cast by the great necromancer in the distance tore through reality, causing Sylvania to rain blood.
The battlefields that had been constantly switching between the two were all shattered into ruins and relics. The dead silent Sylvania was revived with vitality, but this bustle was built on destruction.
From the Rapids Pass to the north and the Pale Hills to the south, all mortals who care to look can see the constant storms atop South Sylvania.
The beastly roars and hoarse screams shattered the chaos in Sylvania. How many mortals could not see that something big had happened here? As if realizing that magic was indeed powerless against the lizardmen, the Undead Supreme, who was nowhere to be found, gave up interfering with the battlefield here and turned his attention to an area that was easier to control.
The coalition forces of Ostmark and Talabek recovered nearly half of Ostmark's land with great momentum. The legions that were still resisting gathered together amid the sound of artillery fire and together defeated the undead's resistance.
But the sudden Great Death Curse summoned ancient undead all over the land, and Cimi was trapped in Baker Harbor once again. However, this time they had enough warriors to deal with the attacks of the undead, and they did not have to engage in street fighting overnight.
The shouts of the knights and the sound of muskets echoed throughout Baker Harbor. When the sound of gunfire gradually subsided, the undead that had stood up in the city had returned to the soil.
The city walls and fortresses that had not suffered much damage were reused. Swordsmen and knights patrolled the city, while musketeers and gunners stood on the city walls, keeping a watchful eye on the undead outside the city.
Count Tassennik first found Cimili who was leading his soldiers on patrol. According to tradition, the commander of the Black Guard Swordsmen was obliged to accept orders from the Elector of Ostland, so he arrived at the port for garrison without hesitation according to the count's orders.
The coming and going of the soldiers gave Cimili a clear grasp of the future - the situation was becoming worse than ever before.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the ground was shaking slightly, as if a large group of unknown creatures were passing underground.
The great swordsman bent down undignifiedly and listened to the strange noise coming from underground beside the port fortress.
The long bell sound was buried underground by dust, but Cimili was sure that someone was ringing the bell below.
The city's drainage system had long been sealed off, and it was impossible for anyone to be underground now.
Another sharp bell sound penetrated through layers of obstacles, adding an indescribable sense of depression to the night.
Some warriors with equally sharp senses also discovered the abnormalities coming from underground. This was not good news, because there was a large wave of undead waiting for people outside the city.
The bells rang again, and the surviving residents in the city took up arms again. No one was in the mood to sleep. Even underage boys and girls had to pick up guns and spears to protect themselves.
Human beings were used to the persecution from the world, and when the alarm bells in the city were sounded by the Elector of Ostermark himself, everyone found their own place in the fortresses and bunkers on the streets.
Another bell sound from underground emerged more clearly in people's ears, and everyone sensed the madness and chaos contained in it.
The bell, which was deeper than the night and colder than the deep winter, rang thirteen times in a row. Except for the noise of human beings and the orders issued by officers at all levels, Baker Harbor was as silent as death.
During the oppressive wait, Ximili saw some bloated figures in the river as if by illusion, but he quickly realized that it was not an illusion.
"Troll!"
His warning was too late. Before the gunboats converted from civilian ships on the river could reach the shore, the giant monsters hiding in the river climbed onto their decks.
The ships were either overturned by the combined efforts of several trolls or pulled into the water by the force from beneath the water. Without Cimi's orders, the gunners and crossbowmen in the dock fortress opened fire at the river bank, but the darkness made the former sharpshooters completely lose their accuracy.
A flare was hastily fired into the sky by the gunner. The sudden light did not bring warmth to humans. The monsters that filled the river made every soldier in the port feel as if they had touched the coldness of More.
The beastmen's crude wooden boats were also exposed to the light, but no one was in the mood to laugh at their clumsy creations half-sunken in the water.
Gunshots and screams were heard in the city. Simi quickly climbed to the top of the tower and looked out over the city at a small figure that had appeared out of nowhere.
They are like rats walking on two legs, and there are as many of them as disgusting rats.
Every street was crowded with furry rodents, whose greasy black hair first defiled the Temple of Sharya in the city, then destroyed the shrine of Morr that had not been desecrated by the undead, and the temples of Sigmar and Verena were also not spared.
Perhaps we should be thankful that Reverend Moore was wiped out by the vampires in the first attack, so there is almost nothing left, and they will not be angry anymore.
But the Sigma priests who entered Baker Harbor with the army were still able to burst out with terrifying power in their anger.
(End of this chapter)
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