In the distance, the Eye of the Sky showed a shocking scene. Countless figures walked out of the destroyed city in the distance. Some of them were soldiers in broken armor, but most of them were unarmed civilians. These walking corpses were listless and slow. Their eyes were lifeless, and some of them even had half of their heads cut off by something.
The infuriated soldiers gripped their weapons tightly as they watched the slow-moving undead walking towards the city wall.
This was not a tactic used to attack a city.
Each of these zombies had a fatal injury. It was not the fatal injury of how they were killed, but the huge injuries that affected their movements after they became zombies.
For example, most of their legs were horribly dented or broken. They moved extremely slowly. It took a few thousand zombies almost half a day to reach Spencer's city wall.
"Plop."
Facing the deep pit that was created by magic, the zombies walked into it with 'firm' steps and fell straight into the pit that was nearly ten meters deep. Some of them fell into pieces due to their fragile bodies. Those that didn't fall to their deaths tried to climb up in vain. The cries of the zombies made the soldiers' hearts suffer great torment.
They were once the citizens of the Empire!
Some of the soldiers held their Tyke 15 in their hands and trembled slightly. But without the command of their commander, they could not shoot.
Gradually, there were more and more zombies in the deep pit.
For some reason, these zombies were mostly women and children. The women in skirts and the short children became the zombies that everyone hated. They walked over with festering bodies and fell into the deep pit, rolling and wailing …
* * *
"May God instill your sins."
Becky murmured softly. The entire "moat" was suddenly set ablaze, and the incandescent light illuminated the night sky. Although the undead army's trick did not make any substantial progress, it had a lot of stimulation to the soldiers. This was a behavior that greatly affected the army's morale, and it had to be said that the enemy commander was sinister in the use of stratagem.
It was not ingenious, but it was very effective.
"It seems to be someone that we all know."
Becky sniffed the air. Her desire for revenge was gradually extinguished by the white flames. However, the powerful spatial magic and the unique fighting style made Becky realize who the intruder was.
Henry's movements paused for a moment.
Although Henry was used to seeing too many dead people facing such infuriating and uncontrollable tricks, he still could not hide his disgust at the sight of countless innocent civilians being used as pawns to level the scales.
Zombies kept moving toward Spencer. This scene had been going on for a long time. The real battle had yet to begin, but the undead's act of 'sending cannon fodder' had already caused more than five thousand civilians to fall into the huge pit!
Moreover, this scene continued as if there was no end to it.
The undead army in the distance was motionless, but the two branches that had split up to attack in different directions had regrouped ten kilometers away from Panse. The damage caused by the twelve angels did not seem to shake the foundation of the undead army. When they moved forward again on the fourth day, they were even stronger than before.
The soldiers looked as if they were facing a great enemy, because the number of soldiers in front of them exceeded 80,000.
* * *
Many of them seemed to be even more silent than before when they returned to Lambas alone.
After saying goodbye to Sandinalan, Pandora, and Madam Vasaki, the lord returned to his bedroom and sat down. After meditating for a while, he asked Galo to summon the thirteen maids.
Each of the maids was one in a hundred girls. Their bodies and temperament were exquisite. Perhaps compared to Madam Vasaki or Becky, they only lacked powerful strength. Otherwise, any one of them would be a dazzling presence.
Many eyes swept over these girls, and their eyes were a little dull.
Looking at the liege's current state, the maids did not show any signs of fear. Many of them had never used their power to suppress others and create terror. His usual easygoing behavior had left these maids with a good impression of him.
A lord who never suppressed others, always stood on the front line in battle, and did not have the kind of … unimaginable scandals and eccentricities that often appeared in the Abyss Race. For these maids who had a tragic childhood, this was already something to be thankful for.
What was more precious was that he brought these girls to this continent that only existed in legends, and gave them a stable life, a living environment without pressure or danger.
And trust.
"Lord … What's wrong?"
The little Medusa, who had a sweet voice, asked curiously. She was the youngest among the maids and did not have too many scruples. Usually, many of them would play some harmless jokes with her, but after seeing the strange state of Sir Lord, she finally could not hold it in anymore.
Many raised his head slowly, and his eyes were bloodshot as if he had not slept for a long time. He had changed his clothes, but the new clothes could not restore his self-confidence that was destroyed by Cridill. When a person's path was too high and smooth, a sudden blow could often be the most painful.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself countless times, when the moment really came, Many found that his heart was far from as calm as he thought it would be.
"Where does my power come from?"
For no reason, Many asked the maids in front of him. This question made the room fall silent, because no one would give an answer.
"The so-called demigod … is so weak?"
This was what Many asked himself silently. He did not know why he wanted to be alone for a while, but there was an indescribable emotion in his heart that made him make another decision. That was to let these maids stay with him.
Why?
Many did not understand, but he did it instinctively. Next, he would just take it one step at a time.
"Lord … I have something that I have always wanted to say …"
It was still the same Medusa. Her delicate appearance reminded Many of Salia. The snake-like waist of the Medusa family had always inadvertently teased the nerves of men. Even if Many did not have too much desire at the moment, there would always be a strange feeling when their eyes swept across.
It was not the kind of impulse towards the opposite sex. All of this seemed to be a connection built in the heart, and not a stupid signal from the lower half of the body.
On the other hand, the maids in the room seemed to have some indescribable peculiarity. Little Medusa blushed as she spoke, and her eyes were slightly evasive. It seemed to be shyness, but it did not seem like the kind of shyly desire towards the opposite sex.
"Hmm?"
Many wanted to be polite and gentle, but their mood was too bad, and the only question they had turned into a slightly cold response.
"It seems that … when we are with Lord … our bodies will have some indescribable feeling …"
These words sounded a little ambiguous, but in fact, it was the only thing that Medusa could express when she was short of adjectives. However, many people seemed to have caught on to something with just this one sentence.
Lifting his head abruptly, he stared at the maids before him. If it wasn't for Nerios's suggestion … or if it wasn't for him coincidentally bumping into Jia Lou who was escaping, he wouldn't be talking to these extraordinarily beautiful maids face to face in his current residence in the Church of Lembas.
Was all of this a coincidence?
No, it was not that simple. From the moment Nairíos's simple suggestion to let Jia Lou fight for more 'benefits', this indescribable 'trap' seemed to have gradually spread its huge net.
The vague concept in his mind was now gradually piecing all the clues together into a complete picture. When Many once again recalled the words of Cridill, the powerful man who only left behind his back on the path of power, he suddenly stood up.