¡War! 13

"BOOM!"

Countless hands began to emerge from the ground, buried corpses from all ages that have not seen the light in hundreds and thousands of years will awaken today.

"BOOM!"

A huge and mysterious ripple tore through the center of Levon City, causing undead of all kinds to go insane and run in a particular direction, the direction they were drawn to.

"BOOM!"

Millions of footsteps caused the ground to shake as if an earthquake had struck, instilling fear in even the bravest of creatures.

The Arcane army watched as a literal army of millions of undead surrounded them from all directions.

Most were zombies and skeletons, but there were ghouls and a few other types of undead in the mix.

100 rank 4 generals commanded this huge horde, thousands of rank 3 sergeants kept order while the huge army marched towards the wall, if the soldiers had not advanced enormously in these 2 days, they would have no chance, now ... already we will see.

Adriel wasn't paying attention to the army, his attention focused on a figure at the rear of the horde.

Sitting on a 10-meter throne that is moved by dozens of rank 2 zombies, was a completely black creature, with crimson red hair, different from Franky's red hair, this creature's hair looked like solid blood.

He was about 10 feet tall, huge muscles decorating his body, gray tattoos covered his body from top to bottom, several deformed horns grew on his head, none were similar to the other, each had a different shape and size.

His eyes are completely black with no pupils, his mouth was filled with several rows of fangs and two long tongues protruded from his mouth and twisted.

An incredibly grotesque creature ... but the important thing is not its appearance.

His overwhelming aura from him covered the space, blatantly declaring his identity as a rank 5 being!

Adriel felt his blood burning and his eyes were drawn with passion, he released his aura completely, unleashing a force not inferior to the unmatched general, despite being of a lower rank than him.

Adriel looked at Isabella, who had risen, looked into her eyes and Isabela understood instantly the message from her man.

'It's mine'

Isabela understood her intentions and returned the message with a simple word.

'Have fun'

Isabela understands what Adriel is like and his intentions, that's why she didn't stop him.

Adriel had never felt like this before.

Since the game began, he has faced strong enemies several times and been injured several times, but he always had the absolute confidence to survive in exchange for serious injuries.

Now... no.

That thing is in another league, Adriel does not exceed it in anything.

It may seem like a bad thing.

But for Adriel, it's the most exciting thing that has ever happened to him, and it's also what he's been looking for a long time.

An opponent at the height.

Isabela does not count, he cannot fight to the death with his wife, they can fight, but there is always the thought that it is a simple training.

Now, he can really fight, unleash the devil and the fighting maniac at the same time and give it his all!

But first, he has to secure the battlefield.

The horde advanced at a slow and steady pace, still unaware of the traps, or perhaps the demon (Adriel decided to call it that simply to have a way of naming it) discovered them and is going to sacrifice the weak to clear the traps.

Where did we get this conclusion from?

Easy, the 500,000 undead leading the horde are grade 1 zombie, many don't even have an essence rank.

The strategists have also realized this, but they cannot do anything, at least the enemy commander does not have the patience to disable the traps, every dead zombie counts, the rank 1 ones also count, but much less.

"BOOM!"

The traps began a kilometer from the walls, where a wave of subterranean yin yang bombs greeted them.

During these two days, those responsible for placing traps have been by far those who have worked the most, they only stopped to eat and during the waves, they have not even slept in these two days, it may seem like labor exploitation, but if the alternative is to be eaten for a zombie horde, labor exploitation seems like a friendly term.

And they weren't doing it for free, they get a pretty hefty monetary reward for every trap set, otherwise none would have lasted that long.

Money is capable of motivating people in quite exaggerated ways, that is a truth that never changes.

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

"BOOM!"

The yin yang bombs wreaked havoc for many meters of march, killing more than one hundred thousand undead.

You would think that now another type of traps is coming, but no, the yin yang bombs were placed in a special way, their positions were calculated at millimeter levels to be able to form what currently stood in the way of the horde.

A moat.

A huge moat.

Someone at the research center came up with the brilliant idea of ​​forming a giant pit by connecting the explosions and making them explode in a certain pattern and at a certain distance.

They called him crazy, but he proved it was possible through miniaturized yin yang bombs, that guy was promoted directly.

They all waited to see what the horde would do next, but they didn't expect them to move on.

Furthermore, they kept walking, the unconscious rank 1 zombies walked and fell straight into the pit, then more, and then more, the pit gradually filled with the bodies of the zombies ... until it happened.

The pit was completely filled, 200,000 corpses filled the huge pit.

The zombies walked over the bodies of their companions as if nothing, moving forward.

With this act, the undeads have flaunted their greatest advantage, an advantage that has never been appreciated as well as now.

Numbers!