Global Scourge

Chapter 196 Growing up in War

"Boom..."

There were bursts of explosions.

However, the number of artillery and catapults is still too small after all, and they can only be used as auxiliary functions.

It is the ground forces of both sides that ultimately decide the outcome.

Obviously Zhu Zichen also knew this, so he waved his hand and ordered the army to start moving forward.

As for the idea of ​​rushing in and taking the enemy's head in the 30 army, it just passed by and disappeared.

After all, his mind was still normal, and he didn't start drifting off just because he killed a demigod with one strike.

At this time, Cirvanas rode the giant steel dragon and flew beside Zhu Zichen, but he was a little below the horizontal line, so he didn't dare to sit on an equal footing.

"Welcome to the crown of the undead monarch."

Zhu Zichen nodded lightly and said in a low voice: "Well, then you will command the army and let me see how much progress you have made."

Cirvanas smiled slightly upon hearing this, and nodded confidently.

Zhu Zichen quickly returned to the ground, instantly condensed a frozen throne, and then sat on it and closed his eyes to practice.

He's a bit of a cultivator now.

As long as there is a second of free time, you will start to practice the upper limit of divine power.

He vaguely felt the true meaning of the law of life.

Once the cultivation is successful, he is confident that he can find the remaining fragments from the Undead Continent. When the time comes, the law of life will be added to him, and the demigod realm will no longer be invincible.

After a while, Cirvanas commanded the zombies and poisonous corpses to hold up their giant shields and began to advance slowly.

When the Goddess of Retribution saw the situation, she immediately made the Arrow Lizardman shoot countless arrows.

"Shhhhhh..."

However, compared to before, the arrows were significantly rarer.

It seems that the death of the violent god dealt a heavy blow to the Khan coalition forces.

However, the crossbow lizardman is a third-level unit after all, with a long range and high attack. Although the rate of fire is slow, it can be compensated by the number.

"Duoduoduo..." The sound of arrows sinking into the shield rang out continuously.

After 2 minutes, some shields could not bear the blow and broke one after another.

Zombies and ghouls are finally starting to take their toll.

At this time, they have only advanced 100 meters.

After all, the speed of the zombies was already slow, and they had to wear iron armor and hold a large shield, so the speed was even slower.

When the distance between the two sides was only 200 meters, the goddess of retribution ordered the goblin to cast the buff effect of the giant power spell on the slinger, and then ordered the slinger to start attacking.

"Woooo..."

Immediately, densely packed boulders of all kinds began to be thrown out.

"Papa..." The boulder hit the shield, and the shield and the zombies were smashed to pieces.

As a high-level race, the giant eye demon is also a third-level unit, but its strength is undoubtedly the top class.

Its attack power is unmatched by the lizardmen, not to mention the goblin's giant power spell.

After a while, the zombies in the vanguard began to suffer heavy losses.

Seeing the situation, Cirvanas sent out the ghost in the sky.

As the only flying unit in the undead army, the ghost has the only advantage besides scouting, which is the 50.00% reduction in physical damage.

As long as they can get close to the slinger and entangle them, giving the zombie army a chance to push, that's fine.

The Goddess of Retribution quickly ordered the Argan Lizardmen to start shooting into the sky.

At the same time, he also ordered the few mages in the army to attack the sky.

The profession of mage can be said to be a profession independent of the advancement of arms.

It is completely different from the kind of arms that are trained from a certain building and only have a few fixed skills.

As long as a life with magic attribute is awakened at birth, one can start cultivating mana and become a mage.

And if the mage's faith can reach the fanatic level, he has the opportunity to become a priest.

Like Kenny.

If Zhu Zichen didn't have meditation methods and spells at his disposal, Kenny would have become a mage.

After a while, various spells such as flames, ice cubes, and lightning began to appear in the sky.

The ghost was bombarded with various spells and began to suffer heavy losses.

Seeing the situation, Cirvanas immediately frowned.

Unexpectedly, the Khan Alliance was so powerful that the undead army was unable to advance or retreat.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and sent ghouls to join the battle.

Although ghouls are fast, their blood volume is low and their attacks are not high.

One can imagine the consequences of a frontal attack on the third-level tiger fighters who are famous for their combat effectiveness.

But now she couldn't care less about it.

Soon, black masses of ghouls rushed towards the Khan coalition forces like a tide.

But the Khan coalition army is like a tenacious rock, which will not fall down even if it is washed by the sea water of the ghoul.

And the record was indeed as Cirvanas thought, it was simply a one-sided massacre.

It often takes a dozen ghouls to kill a tiger warrior.

If it wasn't for the shelling and catapults, the three waves of Cirvanas' command might have cost them [-]:[-].

Half an hour later, after sacrificing tens of thousands of ghouls, the zombies and poisonous corpses finally approached the enemy and started a hand-to-hand fight.

General Skeletons and Stitches finally come into play.

However, in the face of enemies with high attributes, their killing effect is not as unstoppable as against the first-level arms.

Half an hour later, when the war was at its peak, [-] orc wolf cavalry suddenly rushed out from the left side of the Khan coalition.

"Boom..."

Although the sound of the wolf cavalry running was relatively soft, the number of [-] still caused the momentum of thousands of horses galloping.

The [-] wolf cavalry charged fiercely into the undead army, and then rushed all the way, piercing through the undead army, and returning from the other side.

The effect of this rush is also remarkable.

Although more than 5000 of the [-] wolf cavalry died, they killed at least [-] undead army.

Most importantly, it relieved the pressure on the front line and gave the front line a valuable respite.

Cirvanas' face was already ashen.

She had sworn before that there would be no problems, but she didn't expect this continuous face slapping to embarrass her.

Looking at the Frozen Throne cautiously, she was relieved to see that the undead monarch had no intention of waking up.

Although she had fought countless wars before, this was the first time she commanded such a million-level war.

The grasp of the troops and the timing will inevitably be a little slow.

This allows the enemy to consume the undead army again and again.

But what the undead are least afraid of is consumption.

Soon, Cirvanas gritted his teeth again, commanding the troops forward again.

In this way, in the constant consumption, the time of the day passed quickly.

Of course, this is only for Zhu Zichen.

For the God of Berserk and the Goddess of Retribution, life seemed like years.

At this time, they no longer knew how many troops had died on the front line.

At least more than 30 third-level soldiers have fallen.

If you count the wounded, it would be more than 60.

And there are more than 100 million enemies killed.

But the army of undead in the distance is not missing at all, and it still feels endless.

This forced them to bite the bullet and let the follow-up troops continue to fill this bottomless pit.

Fortunately, the enemy's shells were finished, and the catapult was too worn due to the continuous throwing, so it stopped attacking.

And what's left is the cruelest close combat.

"Damn the Alliance of Hundred Clans, why hasn't it been dispatched yet!"

The goddess of retribution said dissatisfied.

Indeed, since the death of the Violent God, the Hundred Clans Alliance has never appeared again.

"The group of hyena-like things must have seen that the situation was not good and escaped."

The God of Berserk had a disdainful expression on his face.

"It's okay for them to escape, but our constant temperature generator is not enough, what should we do?"

Having said that, the Goddess of Retribution frowned.

After all, artillery shells and corpse oil bombs don't have eyes, and sometimes they will hit the thermostatic generator accidentally.

And they don't know how to manufacture this thing, they can only rely on the Alliance of Hundred Clans to provide it.

If the Alliance of Hundred Clans retreats, they really don't know what to do.

Do you want to use your own divine power to keep warm?

That's too extravagant, and it consumes too much divine power. If the undead monarch rushes over, they will die.

"This is indeed a problem." Hearing this, the God of Berserk also frowned.

"Hold on for a while longer, the cleric should be running to Hercules soon."

"Well, that's the only way to go."

……

The God of Berserk and the Goddess of Retribution didn't know yet that the Hercules in their mouths were more anxious than they were.

At this time, Hercules returned to his temple, leaning over with a sad face.

Because just a few hours ago, dozens of plane channels quietly opened his four resource planes.

Zhu Zichen purchased these plane passage coordinates from goblin merchants.

And there are several plane passages from the Alliance of Hundreds of Clans.

However, the Alliance of Hundreds of Races did not display a flag, so no one knew who they were, so Hercules naturally pinned his hat on the undead monarch.

This made Hercules very distressed.

It is precisely because of the resources of the resource plane that he can ask three allies to help him guard his home and maintain the current situation.

If there are no more resources, I'm afraid they will pat their butts and leave tomorrow.

I knew I shouldn't listen to the nonsense of the Hundred Clans Alliance, they are a bunch of villains.

I don’t know if the battle in the plane of the undead is over, but there is no news yet.

In his mind, the undead plane survived until now only because of the glacial landform, and its own strength is not high.

So with the constant temperature generator, it should be possible to quickly solve the enemy.

After all, the enemy was only a mid-level demigod, and he sent three mid-level demigods over there.

Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong..."

Hercules straightened his body in a hurry, and then put on a look of winning.

"Come in."

"Squeak..." There was a sound of opening the door, and it was the Forest Goddess who walked in.

At this time, she was suppressing her anger, with an angry expression on her face.

"Dear Hercules, please restrain the people of the Swamp Alliance, this time they have gone too far!"

Hearing the words, Hercules immediately knew what had probably happened.

The Elf City was the initial place where the plague broke out, so the number of troops was pitiful.

So he asked people from the Swamp Alliance to help defend.

Among the members of the Swamp Alliance, there is a race called Dark Elf.

The appearance of the dark race is similar to that of ordinary elves, except that their skin is a bit purple and black, and their nature is more open.

If that's the case, it's nothing.

But it's so hard to die, the priesthood of a dark elf demigod is a tone similar to pregnancy.

Uh... It's hard to elaborate on the specific tune.

Anyway, the elves are often tortured by the dark elves for this reason.

And it wasn't once or twice that the forest goddess came to complain, and there was nothing he could do about it.

After all, he was the one who invited the Swamp Alliance.

"What happened again this time?" Hercules asked calmly.

He looked like he didn't care about anything.

In front of outsiders, he has always maintained this attitude.

This is mainly to maintain majesty.

In fact, he is also a god with a sharp mouth and a tofu heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have punished the Forest Goddess by now.

Because he also knows how uncomfortable it is to see his followers suffer from the plague, and their life is worse than death.

If you still want to kill the believers yourself, you can't do it at all.

But once this plague becomes a zombie, there is no room for turning back.

So in addition to killing, there is no choice but to drive away.

The forest goddess said angrily: "That purple potato man is simply too hateful."

No matter what kind of elves, they generally look down on night elves and call them purple sweet potato people.

"Today they actually stripped and hung up an underage child, in public... just..."

At this point, the forest goddess couldn't continue.

But it can be seen from her clenched fist how angry she was at that time.

"This influence is indeed too bad. I will tell the Swamp Alliance and ask them to restrain themselves."

Hercules shook his head and stopped talking.

There was one more thing he didn't say.

Although the influence is bad, but now is the time of war, no matter what happens, you must bear it.

"Dong dong..."

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in."

After a while, a priest of the giant eye demon came in, followed by a priest of the tiger man.

After the two entered, they immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Great Hercules, we have the latest news from the plane of the undead."

"Say." Hercules said calmly.

In fact, he was already very curious in his heart, but he just held back.

"My God...death in battle...the front line asks His Majesty for support."

The tiger priest hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.

"What! The God of Rage died in battle!" Hercules stood up in disbelief.

You must know that the God of Tyranny is a middle-level god, and he is the second most powerful demigod under him.

He died in battle after only going there for a day?
After a while, he finally understood what was happening.

Killing a mid-level demigod with one move was a bit exaggerated, and he couldn't believe it.

However, he also knew that it was impossible for his subordinates to lie about this matter, so he understood that this time the situation might really fall apart.

This made him unable to maintain the look of winning, and began to walk around the temple anxiously.

Are you going to support the front line now?

No, not to mention the more than 300 plane channels, and now the resource plane also needs support, and there is no way to spare.

Don't you want to support?
That won't work either. Once the enemy attacks the Khan Alliance, I'm afraid these so-called allies will immediately add insult to injury.

After a long time, Hercules gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Go and gather people from the Swamp Alliance, Academy Alliance, and Blood Hand Alliance."

At this point, he can only abandon the car to save his handsomeness.

He decided to give up half of the resource allocation quota of the resource plane in exchange for the full support of the three allies.

Just hope it's not too late.

……

On the third day of the alliance war with the Khan.

At this time, the war situation has reversed.

As the enemy's constant temperature generators gradually decreased, the Khan's coalition forces had to shrink their defenses again and again.

Now they have shrunk to a distance of 100 meters from the entrance of the plane channel.

It was only a little bit short of being beaten back to the Khan League.

The number of casualties also rose to more than 50, and the army of undead sacrificed more than 150 million.

The army of 330 undead was almost wiped out by Cirvanas.

But now, she can already command the troops as she pleases.

After all, war itself is the best teacher.

When the enemy dispatches any kind of troops, she will now immediately make adjustments and respond accordingly.

It is no longer like the day before yesterday, foolishly waiting for the enemy to raise the butcher knife.

Therefore, the ratio of battle damage in the future has dropped instead.

(End of this chapter)