Chapter 360 The Long Night (Part 1)
The barren soil is dotted with dimensional stone fragments, and crops that ooze milk and blood are growing sloppily, occasionally poking their hideous mouthparts into the wind in search of food. This is South Sylvania.
Although the deepest part of the forest swamp was only enough to cover Lynch's knees, it was no safer than the swamps of Lustria.
There are no large cold-blooded creatures in the swamps of the Old World. Instead, there are corpses covered with rotten flesh.
Almost every moment, undead tried to touch the lizardmen, but they fell before they could get close.
The stone slab is nearby, but there is another enemy nearby that even the lizardmen cannot underestimate.
A shadow was leaping in the lush forest, and the lizardman kept changing his position, engaging in an invisible confrontation with the dark existence.
It is like an invisible shadow, being in the east one moment and in the west the next.
Without using unconventional methods, Lynch had no chance of hitting it.
But if the trump card is exposed and you can’t kill the enemy with one strike, there will be nothing left to do next.
Always ready to inspire "instantly", he is waiting for an opportunity.
At the top of the tower of Taranhof Castle, the Great Necromancer held high the Nine Volumes of Nagash and chanted the syllables representing the dead in a rhythmic manner.
It sounded like leaves rustling in the wind, but Lynch was sure that was not the wind; it came from far away.
It sounds like an elderly person giving his final instructions before dying, or like a patient who is overwhelmed with pain groaning before dying.
The wind of Shaxu occupied Lynch's vision in an instant, and the whole Sylvania was boiling.
The necromancy power deposited underground began to rise, echoing the sighs of billions of dead people.
One thought instantly dominated the Lizardman's mind - the world had changed, and the Night of the Dead had arrived.
The hoarse sound of the incantation could be heard within thousands of miles around Taranhof Castle. The grand spell forced the wind of magic to fall silent, and the power of death ruled the land where the incantation reached.
The earth was shaking gently, and pairs of hands with only dry bones and rotten flesh left lifted the dust, allowing the dry skeleton warriors in rusty armor to return to the world.
Countless ancient tombs welcomed their guardians once again. The fire of souls ignited the bodies of ancient warriors, allowing them to patrol the world once again.
Necromancer forged terrifying weapons for the resurrected warriors, and the enchanted swords were drunk with human blood as soon as they were born.
The ancient soldiers awakened from the ground filled the ground in a matter of seconds, and the villages and towns built on their corpses met their doom in the next moment.
The "reciter" Kessler was awakened by the screams of the soldiers. He had just taken out his war hammer from his side when he came face to face with a resurrected grave guard.
He reflexively smashed the plate armor on the undead's body with a hammer. The powerful blow absolutely shattered the undead's abdominal cavity, which had not yet completely decayed. However, the holes on its body made by the hammer were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. These undead had a deformed vitality that was not inferior to that of vampires.
The emperor's call rang out in the center of the camp, and the orders of officers at all levels were rushed to all directions in the darkness, blending into the rhythm of screams and fighting.
Kessler prayed to Sigmar, calling upon the god with his unbreakable faith.
All the soldiers within a hundred meters of Kessler heard the voice of the priest in their souls. Piety was attached to the swords and gunpowder of mankind, and the power of Sigmar blessed every warrior.
The priest tensed his muscles and let the hammer fall on the undead again. The power comparable to that of an orc made the undead's face sink into its head.
The undead creatures screamed and turned into ashes under the divine power. Dozens of the same wails appeared in a short moment.
The combat priest walked out of the tent and, as expected, saw corpses scattered all over the ground and soldiers fighting with ancient warriors.
The gunfire continued, but the darkness fueled the chaos. Only a few imperial non-commissioned officers gathered their gunners, and more soldiers just fired randomly, fortunately not hitting their comrades.
The huge number of knights killed the upper limit of chaos. The enemies who attacked at night were dealt with by the empire's excellent warriors in the first place, and the few remaining stragglers survived in the chaos for a long time.
Ordinary soldiers obviously could not instantly grasp the overall situation like a combat priest. One small group of soldiers even nearly ignited the gunpowder and died together with the enemy who had already been defeated.
As the officers responded on the spot one by one, the chaos gradually ceased. Every soldier found his superior, and every sergeant contacted the general.
The sudden night attack was regarded as a precursor to a major war, and with the help of sandbags and wooden fences, the simple fortifications were quickly reinforced and rebuilt.
A camp of nearly 10,000 people built a temporary circular fortress with the emperor as the center.
It turned out that they were wise. The attack did not stop. When the corpses of ancient warriors, still wearing their old armor, lingered around the high ground, even the most optimistic soldiers realized that something was wrong.
Before this, vampires had never produced such warriors, but mostly skeletons and zombies that collapsed at the slightest touch.
The undead were feigning defeat, and they had unknowingly walked into the trap.
A vampire wearing blood-red armor and with loose white hair walked on the breeze and approached the camp from mid-air. The shells that the gunners hastily fired at it were deflected by an invisible force, and the muskets were ineffective.
Vlad stood above the rows of graveyard guards who were as neat and orderly as machines, drew his sword and saluted the majesty deep in the camp.
"Your Majesty, your soldiers are far outnumbered by mine. If you are willing to surrender, I will treat you with the highest courtesy. Of course, according to convention, I will grant you the right to resist, but your soldiers are bound to suffer heavy casualties."
Vlad responded with the hammer raised high by the human emperor and the holy flame thrown by the battle priest.
Obviously, the undead underestimated the determination of human beings to resist to the end, and also underestimated the human emperor who had not shown his skills in nearly ten years.
In the moment when Lynch was distracted, the unknown enemy's sharp claws tore a deep wound on his side that was visible to the bone.
The lizard man's sudden resistance threw away the bloody beast that was about to pounce on him to the ground. He quickly entered the "instant" state, using his instantly increased, lightning-fast reaction speed to swing his scepter and smash the monster formed by the bloody flesh.
But I don’t know if it was an illusion, Lynch’s counterattack seemed to fall into the air, and the monster seemed to have actively broken its flesh before the scepter fell on it, and let the broken flesh move in a wonderful trajectory in mid-air to avoid the lizard man’s violent swings.
At the same moment, a beam of pure light shot straight into the mass of flesh and blood. This time, Lynch saw its changes clearly. It had indeed moved the piece of flesh that might be hit by the beam to another place in advance.
The engine beam fell into the air, and the mass of flesh and blood dispersed into countless blood drops and pieces of flesh without hesitation, disappearing into the dense forest like fluid, and then gathered together again in the distance.
This is a monster that can change its body at will. It can even separate the flesh and blood from the body and manipulate the activities of the flesh and blood remotely.
(End of this chapter)
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