469.Chapter 467 466 Undead: It’s Inhumane for You to Burn Like This

Chapter 467 466. undead: it’s inhumane for you guys to burn like that!
To be honest!
It was impossible for the two hundred or so earthen incendiary bombs to destroy Plague Town’s swamp defenses, even if they were all concentrated to bombard a single defense line.

The swamp battlefield was a large area, and with skeleton armies everywhere this bombing tactic wasn’t really very effective.

However, Murphy’s side had the best vampire nightwalkers on the continent to do ground reconnaissance for them in advance, and the Thorn Nightwalkers who followed Count Andre to Transylvania were close to directly touching into the plague town to complete the assassination of the torn flesh.

With this extravagant grade of scouting to go along with it, all the locations for this wave of bombardment were carefully chosen.

Nodes!

As the initiator of the bombing operation, Happy Stick’s bombing tactics at the beginning aimed to destroy the command nodes of the Skeleton Army.

His preset bombing targets for the night were all those places where the necromancers and Underworld Knights were piling up, but anywhere less than three commanders were together there was no need to waste that one precious incendiary or white phosphorus bomb.

Of course, considering that the vampires are carrying “big killers” that also have special attacks on undead creatures, so after the first wave of “targeted killings”, the second wave will be “blossoming.” The second wave will be “all over the place”.

The strongholds with more than a thousand skeletons on the second and third tiers of the defense line were happy to receive a Li Mei Happy Bomb that fell from the sky, and when the throbbing flames exploded in the swamp, the revived undead once again received a merciful and eternal peace.

The bombardment had been surprisingly effective tonight, and it should be said that the jackal warlocks were unprepared for the extreme tactics employed by the vampires.

After all, no sane person had the brains, much less the inclination, to think about how to decipher the scene if a group of unhinged, insane vampires carrying bombs attacked intensively from a high altitude.

This kind of scene should not have appeared in this era on this continent!

But it was precisely because it defied common sense that it was so frightening when it did occur.

In fact, not only the attacked Skeleton Army suffered heavy casualties, even the “friendly units” who watched this scene tonight also felt outrageous.

“The swamp is crying out in grief, the punishment of fire has caused this land, which has already endured too much death, to suffer another heavy blow, and the effects of these burning fires on this place will probably take a long time to recover.”

In the skies away from the bombing zone, Sister Marianne, riding on a wind vulture, made a religious symbol in front of her body, the master witch hunter no longer in her old style turned into a church nun sighed longingly as she withdrew her gaze from the night sky that seemed to be set ablaze in front of her, and she spoke to Natalie and Ambrose, who were beside her, who had not said a word:

“Watch the flames rise, in times past, the fellow who shaped such a tragedy in a natural place would need to be punished severely. Yet in today’s scenario, I cannot refute the vampires’ behavior in any way, and even have to cheer and holler at their relentless arson.

Alas, times have truly changed, and I feel truly old.”

“Master Marianne you have really gotten more and more sentimental after becoming a nun.”

Ambrosia spat in a small voice:
“Compared to the blaze, the undead are the enemies of nature!
I think that Lord Murphy’s famous saying is really good, even between evil and wickedness there is a difference between high and low. And what I’m most thankful for now is that when we attacked Transylvania in the first place, they didn’t have this kind of horrible weapon in their hands, otherwise those undead that were burned to ashes is what we ended up with in the first place.

How in the world did they make this vicious flame that can be attached to a skeleton’s carapace and burn?
And those firework-like weapons.

Obviously so beautiful, but the results were so horrible when they landed.

I can’t imagine if it landed on a human, burning through flesh and blood before incinerating the bones, and what’s even more terrifying is that this kind of death doesn’t come instantaneously.

Those victims would witness the entire process of incineration of their own flesh and blood before dying a painful death.

My God.
The weapons in Lord Murphy’s hands are really getting deadly, Natalie, what do you think?”

“I’m smiling.”

President Natalie, who had too much contact with the players and occasionally popped out a line or two of flirty talk, expressionlessly maintained her persona of a “cold demon hunter girl” as she replied in a deep voice:
“In my eyes, the threat of the Jackals and the Black Plague is the most acute and urgent conflict that needs to be resolved, and in front of such a conflict, our moral standards can be appropriately lowered.

Most importantly, if Murphy’s Arsenal can continue to mass-produce such weapons, it means that we have one more point of hope to survive in the face of the Jackals’ wave of destruction.

I don’t think that even if my god himself was here, he would stop Murphy from utilizing these things”

“Natalie!”

Sister Mary Ann chided with great displeasure:
“You as a religious head can’t use our God in such jokey analogies, you’ve had too much contact with that faithless heathen who is always trying to compel us!”

“But even you have to admit that His Excellency the Raven’s explanation of the relationship between gods and believers is so refreshing that even old Eugene can’t refute it.”

Natalie said softly:

“In the past, we always thought that deities didn’t need to receive anything from believers, yet the entire pontifical system derived based on this unequal relationship was tilted from the very beginning.

The higher you build a house with an unstable foundation, the more likely it is to collapse, and I think this theory can also be used to explain the fall of the Avalon Church.

We have always given without limit, and we have prayed for an impossible response from the gods.

Take for example the classic sophistry that once stumped me, could our Avalon create a rock that He could not lift? This sophistry made me realize the very core of the problem our church is facing right now.

Do we continue to promote the all-knowing, all-powerful greatness of the God of Avalon? Or do we gain new theological perspectives from the more neutral parsing and understanding of the deity by the Spiritualists?
Both our gods are not omniscient or omnipotent.

It is a great being born in the astral realm like all other gods, and our offering of faith and loyalty to our god to receive his patronage is in itself an act of exchange.

It was born on the basis of fairness, and its majesty is upheld by the canon enough to ensure harmony at both ends of the scale.

This will undoubtedly diminish the majesty of our god, but it will also make its face clearer in the minds of our followers; after all, a god who adheres to the rules and is bound by them is much more acceptable than a temperamental, mad, invisible being.

I guess that this change is not a bad thing for our god, otherwise old Eugene should have been absolutely punished by our god the moment he made his move to revise the canon.

Sister Marianne, you should probably talk to Monsignor Raven more often.

Believe me, it won’t do you any harm.”

“Heretic!”

Marianne snapped:

“Don’t ever say such things again, I’m really afraid that you’ll say such crazy words as ‘the face of God is decided by man’, the kind of deviant so-called ‘God’s face is decided by man’ of Mrs. Tris, in the next moment as well! You are denying the divinity of my god, and you are the current head of the Avalon Church!
Geez!

The Pope is leading a revolt?

This is a scene of madness that has never occurred in my wildest dreams.”

“But Sister, you have to admit that Lady Trish’s set of claims is logically self-evident.”

Next to her, Ambo joined in the discussion, whispering:

“And compared to our traditional and conservative canon, that myth of the ‘eternal purification battle with the Na’vi’ that the foreigners have compiled for our god is clearly more accepted by the believers.

Even those who have no interest in our preaching are willing to spend time in taverns listening to how the god Avalon broke into the plague gardens of Narwhal and burned down that evil god’s tainted throne, and they even applaud the deity’s righteousness!
We should reform!

The old system has been shown to breed terrible corruption, and we are not shedding our bones and being reborn in fire just to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Since this is a reformation it should allow for different voices to be heard, and I don’t think it’s a bad thing that Monsignor Raven exists, and his re-analysis of the relationship between gods and believers is refreshing.

You see, even old Eugene was convinced.”

“You guys. Alas, people’s hearts are not what they used to be.”

Sister Marianne couldn’t retort.

She just felt that the younger people were being brought down, and it was all because of the damned Ten Years’ War that had destroyed the ancient heritage, otherwise they wouldn’t have said such horrible things.

“Let’s not talk about this issue for a while, I’m afraid Sister is going to pull out her gun and finish us both off as heretics if we keep talking.”

Natalie said waving her hand:

“Let’s focus on the battle itself, the vampires are nearing the end of their bombardment, we need to take advantage of the destruction of the skeleton army to advance on the flanks of Plague Town with a bang. This is a chance like no other!
Perhaps we can nibble down the source of pollution in that swamp in one fell swoop, and I think even my god will smile at that and ignore the path of ashes that is taking shape as the banner of Avalon flutters over Plague Town.

That may be the point of our existence.

We gods have our own plans for this world, and God’s plans require people to fulfill them! By accomplishing the perfect collaboration between God and man, the work that my God and we share will be a new world full of peace and beauty.

Isn’t this clearer and more purposeful than that old routine of proclaiming the majesty of my God?”

The president of the Adventurer’s Guild smiled, and at the hum of the holy sword behind her she looked down.

In the swamp in the rear, a “nature army” of more than 3,000 Tree People were treading through the muddy water under the leadership of the “Tree Herder’s” exploding belly from the Avalon Church’s vanguard camp, and attacking in the direction of Plague Town.

This is the most magnificent nature summoning ceremony held by the followers of the God of Nature on this continent since the destruction of the Church of Avalon.

And it was born to overthrow the Jackal Warlocks who were poisoning the environment, and to continue to exist here in the Swamp Shaper after the war, which would eventually make this place the Earthly Kingdom of Heaven in Avalon!
What a great new story!
Believers will love the details of this “war of nature”, and the majesty of the gods is naturally proclaimed as they enthusiastically discuss Avalon’s power over the swamp.

“Ambrosia, you’ve done well here.”

Natalie whispered:

“It looks like I don’t need to do anything personally here, but can you explain to me about that obviously otherworldly style ring on your finger? Are you guys progressing that fast?”

“Hey Natalie, there’s a war going on right now, don’t discuss these non-war related factors! Look, there’s a necromancer breaking out of the fire over there, and I must now decapitate it in the name of Avalon! Gentlemen, please wait here for my good news.”
—
Meanwhile, on a high ground deep within the swamp front, Vesta, the loyal servant of the Earl of White Mountain, lowered the psychic telescope in her hand.

Shock was written all over his white face as he said to one of the scions beside him:

“The Transylvanians have mastered the power of heavenly fire, it’s really a shocking feeling, they really ignited the swamp!”

“We should probably try to learn how to make such weapons.”

One of Vesta’s scions narrowed his eyes as he whispered a suggestion:

“We know that this incendiary thing is made in the Transylvanian arsenal, perhaps we can steal the recipe for making it, sneaking into that place would be easy as pie for the Nightwalkers.

I think His Highness Andre and Her Majesty the Wolf Woman will need this art of war.”

“Or perhaps we could try to accomplish this in a more peaceful way.”

Vesta glared at his heir as he looked into the distance at the flames that continued to burn under the darkness of the night illuminating the sky and said:
“If His Highness wishes to maintain good relations with the Blood Vulture Clan, we cannot actively jeopardize it, and fortunately with the Black Plague coming, there is always a chance that we will have access to these weapons as long as Lord Murphy continues to use them.

And I want you to remember!

The majesty of Her Majesty, the Wolf Woman, is one thing.

Count Andrei’s will is the other, and our Highness is like the young wolf who gathers the courage to leave the lair, and who will begin his growth and his story in the wilds of crisis.

Our allegiance is to His Highness!
After he has made up his mind, we too shall begin to cut ourselves off from the old days. After that the orders of the court will come again, and you know what to do?”

“Yes, I know, please don’t worry, Your Holiness.”

That child said with a solemn nod:
“Your Highness’s will is the direction we move in! But those hundred palace sword guards can’t be handled too well, they are absolutely loyal to the Wolf Lady.”

“Hmph, let’s say they can survive the Black Plague.”

Vesta waved her hand, pulled on her own mask, and said:
“Now move on! Taking advantage of the chaos to assassinate the necromancers and underworld knights who escaped the fire, Lord Murphy’s warriors will advance to Plague Town, and all of this is backed up by intelligence from the White Mountain faction.

Our lords are also shining in their own way!
The victory of Transylvania will also be the victory of the White Mountain Faction, and this time, we won’t admit defeat so easily.”
—
The shrill sound of an incendiary bomb with a buzzer accelerating through the air to its last-minute fall was distracting, and the irritation that comes with too much stress can easily breed fear.

Even for the undead, who claimed to be “never afraid”, fear would not disappear.

They will only be transformed into more substantial effects in another way, such as when the pressure is too high, even skilled necromancers will experience a rapid depletion of psychic energy.

And when they were in the middle of an escape and breakout scenario at the moment, such an unforeseen situation could easily trigger even worse results.

“Boom.”

Another bomb fell from the sky and smashed into the undead stronghold in the western direction, the flames that rose up in the air engulfed everything around them from the overhead viewpoint like another flower of flame igniting.

At this point, the bombing campaign had come to an end, and the battlefield stretching outwards with Plague Town as the core was filled with such starry flowers of flames, tearing apart the defense line that the Jackal Warlocks had spent years setting up.

But the number of undead that were actually burned to death was not enough to reach the level of breaking bones, yet the precise bombardment of the command nodes brought the entire system into paralysis, and the coordination of simultaneous advancement on the ground’s three fronts brought this night’s action to a perfect conclusion.

A necromancer rode on his lavishly decorated skeletal horse.

It looked back at its post, which had been engulfed in flames, with a mixture of helplessness and disbelief, which was very different from the scene it had imagined of a deadly fight with the living in a quagmire.

Instinctively it felt as if it had stepped into uncharted territory, yet there was little time left for careful thought.

As a former soldier, it knew that it had to retreat immediately to avoid being encircled by the opposing infantry.

It took its own carefully crafted skeleton minions into the swamp, intending to quickly return to Plague Town’s last layer of defense from another direction, where the defensive support of the two mage towers wouldn’t be so easy to destroy.

As soon as they regrouped, it wouldn’t take more than a few days for those defenses to be recaptured!

They had plenty of undead in their hands to drive around, and the opposing side had one less soldier to die for.

Ha, this wave still has the advantage on me!
But before this necromancer could find his way back to Plague Town, a sharp and strange, and very rhythmic sound of some kind of musical instrument rang out from the shadows of the swamps on the flanks; the flames and bombardment of the fires fired in all directions this night had severely interfered with the flow of psionic energy in the swamps, and had made the necromancer’s perceptions not as sharp as they were before.

It only had time to give the order to defend before several grenades that had been thrown at it crashed at the feet of its minions.

The necromancer was unaffected by the violent explosions, and having accurately captured the location of its attackers, it crossed the smoke-strewn muck with its horse, intending to end the battle with a vicious cloud of corrosion as it approached.

However, after it rushed out of the rain of bullets, what it saw was a young man wearing the uniform of the Kadman People’s Army half crouching on the rock in front of him, giving him a thumbs up.

And right in front of the guy was a black metal cylinder that was being adjusted by the others.

What the hell was this thing?
The thought rushed through the necromancer’s mind, and then with a low pop, after a perfect parabola, the white phosphorus shell plunged headfirst into the muddy water behind the necromancer then exploded in fireworks.

“Ha, this aiming technique taught by Old Qin is quite useful, I think I’ve mastered it now!”

This evening just resurrected to run to participate in the battle of three pounds of groundnut burn pushed his helmet, satisfied with the eyes of the corpse witch wrapped in the “fireworks” in front of him struggling in pain, and picked up a small notebook to draw a bar.

This is his second memorable “prey” tonight.

“Groundhog Groundhog! Calling Groundhog! This is Tomato, bring your tube to me quickly, the forward post has not been completely burned down, and there is still a group of resisting Hades Knights and its minions inside.

We need your fire support!
Old Qin limits you to five minutes to get over here or you’ll be court-martialed.”

His teammate “A Can of Tomato Sauce” shouted over the squad’s comms, causing Groundnut Burner to grimace, pick up his barrel, and rush out in the direction of his teammate’s location.

He was still a rookie in the game.

Both his level and his combat skills were sparse, but he was no longer afraid to fight these dangerous things.

He was a warrior who had inherited the outstanding traditional martial virtues of the art students!
Now everything that was burning in front of him was also a war that belonged to him.

(End of chapter)