In the memoirs of a mid-level officer in the central Canaanite and Imperial rebel forces, he wrote with a touch of melancholy, "At that time, our central troops seemed to have become empty shells." Some Imperial soldiers even described them as headless flies, bumping around aimlessly.
Like a "hollow puppet," the empire's left wing immediately collapsed during the attack by Su Yue, the white horse lord of Canaan.
More than three thousand imperial infantrymen scattered and fled. Due to the lack of a command system and the chaos, the troubles and problems they encountered were even more miserable than those of the troops in the central region.
Su Yue captured the empire's heretical priest, Isaiah Isan, who was also the commander of the central army camp. He saw Isan's fat head and big ears, and his face full of arrogance and debauchery.
He was even seen with seven or eight beautiful noblewomen in the camp.
"Hehe, my life isn't as good as yours."
Isaiah Ethan trembled as he pleaded, "My lord, spare me! Lord of Canaan, spare me! I was just an ordinary textile worker in Bruges..."
Behave yourself.
Su Yue had no interest in knowing how tragic his past was, but he was certain that many of the high-ranking members of the Imperial rebels, whether mid-level military officers or upper-level heretical shepherds, seemed to have been poor and lowly people in the past.
These people, once they rise to power...
It's like the dragon slayer eventually becoming the new dragon.
They should now learn from the actions of those who oppressed them in the past, and take revenge on them in poverty, just as those oppressed them in the past.
"That's strange. Aren't you supposed to forbid private wealth? Where did all this gold and silver treasure in your camp come from?"
Su Yue asked curiously.
Isaiah Ethan trembled as he said, “We shepherds do not own wealth. These treasures… these treasures belong to us collectively!! I… I am merely holding them in trust for them temporarily.”
Su Yue rolled his eyes and said, "Have people hide all this treasure and supplies along with the prisoners, and wait for the griffins and the war to collect them."
"Yes, sir!"
Walter Lawrence said.
...
Gregory Samsa led 102 Tier 3 Imperial cavalry, 45 Tier 4 Imperial knights, along with 94 Tier 3 Plague Ratmen who were fast and skilled at digging, and 52 Tier 3 Imperial swordsmen, in an attack against the Imperial rebels.
After the meteor shower scorched the ground, waves of scorching heat and the smell of roasting meat wafted everywhere...
"It's truly hell on earth."
He looked up at the shattered, demoralized Imperial troops ahead. He even saw an Imperial officer whose arm was charred black... As he struggled to his feet, the charred blackness peeled off like an eggshell... little by little revealing the scarlet, bleeding flesh beneath...
"kill!!"
The rebellion was swiftly suppressed and quelled. An Imperial mid-level officer, intending to kill Gregory with his sword, suddenly saw something amiss just as the blade was about to strike Gregory's neck!
"How is this possible? A bug... a bug!"
— Zerg: This hero can transform into two forms: a beetle form and a human form (changing forms will consume a lot of stamina).
A jet-black beetle, its limbs constantly stretching out!
He lunged forward and ripped open the Imperial officer's chest, tearing it apart... "I don't want to kill you. If you surrender, I can spare your life."
Gregory Samsa, a compassionate man, spoke in a human voice, his sharp mouthparts sounding like knives and forks to the officers, as he rubbed his head "like a fly scratching its head."
The enormous, dark beetle's silhouette gleamed in the moonlight, instilling a sense of fear in the entire Imperial forces, not only the enemy but also their own troops!
"Not human!!!"
"Our enemy is not human!!"
"Demons...they are a bunch of demons...and that hero under the Canaanite lord is a giant beetle!! Demons!!!"
The frantic escape, the high-level spellcaster who unleashed the near-forbidden destructive "Meteor Shower" has yet to be dealt with, the command structure is in disarray and incomplete, the empire lacks mid-level officers, and morale is constantly collapsing...
This resulted in heavy casualties for the left-wing forces, all because of the attack led by Gregory, the "Warbug"...
On the city wall, Ragnar looked respectfully at Id Ya and said, "Great Mother Goddess...this will be another glorious victory."
Id Ya laughed and said, "Our kingdom is about to descend upon this material plane, and at that time you will all find paradise and your way home."
"The way home?!"
Ragnar listened to Id Ya's words in shock, almost unable to believe what he was hearing.
Since the Mother Goddess spoke of the return journey, doesn't that mean...?
R'lyeh, could it be coming?
Is their faith, the Esoteric Order of Dagon, about to sweep across the new world again, carrying out a dark "rule of the sea"?
That's right, the Innsmouths have always been, like Cthulhu, "aquatic" creatures... Su Yue's life-and-death struggles on land were completely ignored by them... In the eyes of the Innsmouths, naval battles were the real main battlefield.
Mist, devastation, isolated islands, darkness, death, destruction... these are the images and powers that the Innsmouths of the Cthulhu pantheon need to embody.
Destruction and battles on land.
Battle...
It's not that they don't want to participate, but rather that it's not something they're good at.
When Cthulhu was imprisoned by the Outer Gods.
"The Dagon Order aims to release Cthulhu, the Great Old One, who is trapped in R'lyeh. The Order's members include local villagers, Deep Ones, and Deep One-human hybrids."
"I really miss the days at Devil's Reef."
Ragnar sighed in the language of the evil god.
Beside him stood an Innsmouth man whose skin was whitened by the seawater, his face covered with monstrous genetic features, and white fascia covering the crew member's arms.
The cornea appears as a white-gray patch.
He gazed towards the distant location of Dragon Harbor and prayed respectfully:
"We pray to the great Father God, to the revered Dagon and Hydra... We offer our loyalty, our lives and our strength, to help the great son of Cthulhu, the Canaanite lord Su Yue, to rule the seas and the world..."
A powerful ocean force is rising in the Canaanite lands.
"Suddenly, I saw it. With only a slight ripple as a signal, it abruptly rose its body from the dark water. Its hideous and enormous form resembled the Cyclops Polyphemus; it seemed like a monster that only appeared in nightmares, rushing towards the monolith, swinging its scaly arms at it, lowering its terrible head, and uttering rhythmic sounds."
—The Empire's forces ultimately far surpassed those of Canaan.
A small group of rebels broke away from the deadly battlefield of Canaan, crossed the flank of Canaan's territory, and arrived at the city of Chivel, intending to overthrow the town.
But when they arrived at the mudflats, they were preparing to change their mission.
A colossal ocean vessel appeared on the mudflats!
"What, what is that!?"
Imperial Warrant Officer William Slam raised his chin in utter shock!
A colossal complex of buildings is nearing completion. In the distance, where starlight shines through the darkness, a "hideous and enormous whale" emerges from the surface of the ocean.
Large amounts of black liquid and substance, as if oil had seeped onto the sea surface, floated on the water and spread towards them relentlessly!
"Aaaaaah!"
"how so?!"
A rebel rank 5 soldier commander in the Empire suddenly developed terrifying, black fish scales on his right arm, and an "E"-shaped scar appeared on his face.
The scars suddenly burst open, as if fresh, tender flesh had sprouted and rapidly grew and expanded on his face; several pustules appeared on another soldier's arm and back, growing larger and larger, painless to the touch, yet seemingly teeming with life—eerie, powerful, evil, terrifying!
"A port!! A large port is under construction in the Canaanite territory!!"
"The building area is over 10,000 square meters!!"
"How could this happen? We're infected with the virus!"
An Imperial officer collapsed to the ground, howling in agony. His ankles were being attacked by “excessive itching,” and he frantically scratched his thighs. In his memoirs after surviving the ordeal, he described the sensation as if “ten million mosquitoes had bitten his legs at the same time, and his legs and skin were festering and suppurating, eventually turning into a bloody, mangled swamp of foul-smelling, blackish-yellow slime!”
"No... I don't want to die!"
"Ahhh..."
"We surrender! We are the troops under the command of Webo Jan Dragimier, the leader of the Imperial rebels! We surrender!"
Kim Soo-ah's bright eyes gazed at the distant scenery.
A large amount of black Cthulhu, or more accurately, the evil god power of Dagon, was spreading through the port. Kim Soo-ah tilted her head, looking at the distant scenery with a puzzled expression, thinking to herself:
"Is it possible to reach the eighth rank?"
"My building enhancements can upgrade the port from Tier 6 to Tier 7, but the Cthulhu infection and corruption seem to be improving the port's quality as well..."
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