Amiho held the spear in his hand and rushed towards Barlock, but many beast warriors behind him abandoned their weapons and rushed to the place where there were the most people.
Ballock blocked Amiho's thrust with his broadsword and shouted at him, "Amiho, are you crazy? Or have you been bewitched by the enemy's magic? What on earth happened in there?"
However, Amiho did not answer him. The spear in his hand kept stabbing at Ballock's vitals like lightning. His strength was originally superior to Ballock's, making it difficult for Ballock, who was still hesitant in his heart, to cope with it, and he retreated several steps.
At this time, the beast warriors had already rushed into the crowd. Ballock's soldiers stabbed at several of them with swords, but these people ignored the pain and continued to charge forward without hesitation even after their arms were cut off.
Seeing these people showing no fear of death, Ballock became more and more panicked. There was definitely something wrong. While parrying Armiho's attack, he shouted, "Don't show mercy, kill them."
His men chopped off the head of a soldier who rushed over, and the man fell to the ground. Several other men were also chopped down by the sword.
But more people avoided their team and rushed towards the surrounding teams including Cynthia, Marcus and Franco who were ready for battle.
"Are these people crazy? Are they just here to die?" Ballock resisted Amiho's attack, and saw from the corner of his eye that several people who rushed into Cynthia's team at the back were also surrounded and were about to be beheaded.
However, he suddenly felt a huge magical wave erupting from the beast warrior who fell beside him.
That's... an explosive weapon used by the Chinese!
Ballock had never seen the Chinese throwing crystal grenades, but the explosion that occurred in their team reminded him of the scene when the shells landed just now. Every beast warrior who rushed over turned into a big fireball and swallowed up the people around him.
Even Barrok himself was hit by the shock wave of the explosion and stumbled forward. At this time, Amiho on the opposite side stabbed him with a spear. Barrok's lunge put his chest on the tip of the spear.
The sharp spear penetrated his enchanted armor and pierced his heart directly. Barlock let out a low cry and held the handle of the spear weakly with his left hand. Armiho's lifeless eyes swept over his wound, and he pulled out the spear with a strong pull, and rushed to the next enemy without stopping.
Barlock knelt on the ground, the chaos on the battlefield around him slowly faded away. He held his chest with his hands and felt the burning blood flowing through his fingers.
His consciousness became increasingly blurred until a cold force enveloped him. He felt very strange, as he originally thought that this should be the feeling of death, and that life was about to sink into the cold, endless darkness. However, his consciousness gradually became clear again, but something important in it was fading away bit by bit.
His consciousness began to drift, drifting towards a majestic and eternal place, and he slowly found that, except for awe and obedience, all other emotions and thoughts gradually faded away until they disappeared. Whether it was loyalty to the family, hatred for the enemy, or fear of death, they had all quietly disappeared.
His consciousness came to an unknown space, but a voice told him that this would be his eternal residence until he completely disappeared. He would forget all his past identities, give up all human emotions, and become stronger and stronger here, just to obey the call of his master.
Yes, the master, the one who must be obeyed unconditionally and fought for.
At this moment, everything else was no longer important in his mind, and the only thing left was the will to fight for his master.
He felt somewhat honored that his master summoned him immediately and gave him the order to fight. However, this bit of honor did not last long, and only the instinct to fight remained in his mind.
He returned to his own body. Even though his broken heart stopped beating, a cold force allowed him to control his familiar body. That force replaced his blood, his nerves, and his fighting spirit, becoming his new source of power.
He slowly stood up from the ground, and used the power from the netherworld to lock the blood vessels in his chest, so that the blood that was still flowing out would not interfere with his actions. Then he picked up the broadsword on the ground and rushed towards his former subordinates in front of him.
The lives with blood flowing in their bodies became his targets, and the bodies around him that had died but stood up again like him were his new comrades.
When Amiho, who had just killed him, and his eyes met again, a simple thought came to him: Kill the Imperials!
Barlock raised his broadsword and opened his mouth as if he was about to shout something, but in the end he said nothing and followed Armiho, trying to rush towards the Imperials who were thrown into chaos by the explosion.
"This is the scariest part of the Spirit Tower." Before Glade even walked out of the doorway, the outside world had already been turned upside down by his ghost warriors.
He came to the side of the city gate, looked at the ground that was torn apart by the artillery fire and full of craters, and said, "The Imperials are really miserable after being ravaged by the artillery fire. But now it's time for us to show our skills."
He held the "Spirit Gathering Book" in one hand and brushed the book with the other hand. As the pages turned rapidly, countless balls of light flew out of the holy book, flew into the battlefield, and sank into the bodies of the imperials who fell to the ground and died. Then those people stood up one by one and began to kill their companions mercilessly.
Whether it was Ballock's exploration team or Marcus and his team, this kind of infighting was happening everywhere.
The enemy team that Barlock had led to explore had basically collapsed, and most of their intact corpses had turned into new ghost warriors. Glade was commanding more and more ghost warriors, and they could even form the formation they had in life and rush towards the chaotic troops in the distance.
"The enemy no longer has a chance to block the entrance to the cave. Let's attack!" Gama said beside him.
Glade said: "You lead those Heavenly Punishment Demon Statue to establish a position here, but don't rush in. The other side has several masters. As long as you hold on here, the people behind us will be here soon." (To be continued)