Chapter 953: Chapter 597, Soul Coffin_2
Having spent all his wealth to become an Undead,
he hadn’t done so to accompany Odys to his death.
At the moment, the city gates were shut tight, the army blocking the road in the middle.
They stood in tight formation, guarding the city within.
“Let us go out….”
“I am the Minister of Internal Affairs of the Royal Palace, let me out now,” said one.
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“The city is about to fall, and you aren’t defending it but just staring at the gates?”
“Damn it, I spent my life’s savings to become an Undead, and I haven’t lived for a few years yet—now the city is going to fall.”
“Damn it, let us out, who wants to be buried with Odys?”
“Exactly, your damned city has been supported by my caravan, and now when it’s going to die, it drags us along.”
A chorus of curses came from the Undead, while those guarding the gates,
had already drawn their swords.
They were ready to fight anyone who dared to come close.
“Let’s fight them, break out. Even if we die, we won’t die in this city!”
“Charge, steal their weapons, and let’s get out of the city!”
“Open the gates!”
With a clatter,
those gathered at the southern city gate rushed forward.
They clashed with the city guards,
instantly turning the scene into a riot.
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The battlefield.
The sounds of cannonfire, muskets, and the whistling of magic filled the air.
Silver-white lightning spears once again tore through the sky,
aiming at the enemies atop the city walls.
The lightning spears fell like rain, creating a field of White Bone.
The war had been raging for an indeterminate amount of time.
The Undead knew no fatigue and certainly had no concept of shifts or rests.
The sun seemed to have risen from the horizon.
But the smoke rising from the battlefield continued to obscure the sky, making it seem like the dead of night.
Outside the city walls.
Piles of shattered bones lay against the walls, forming small hills.
More Undead trampled over these hills, continuing to climb upwards.
Over the city.
Hundreds of Bone Dragons circled,
trying to approach the city to breathe Dragon Breath onto the enemies below.
Within the city, continuous bolts flew upwards,
driving the Bone Dragons away.
The Aerial Ships continued to pour down cannonfire.
The solid city walls were full of cracks, incessantly bombarded and battered.
The Skeletons inside the city tore down nearby houses.
Stone and timber were piled up in the collapsed areas,
trying their best to repair the still crumbling walls that could collapse at any moment.
But the Undead of the Blood Clan seemed endless.
They charged towards the city walls as if they were inexhaustible.
“Keep defending, clear out those climbing up,” Odys still roared loudly.
The city’s defending Undead pushed down each Skeleton that managed to climb the walls.
Preventing them from reaching the top.
Wooo!!
A wailing cry arose.
In the rear of the city, a number of Undead with coffins hanging before them entered the battlefield.
[Soul Coffin (Tier Nine Troops)]
They opened a crack in the coffins, releasing countless translucent wandering spirits.
Emitting painful moans, they joined the turmoil of battle.
[Soul Coffin], within the ranks, was a special type of troop.
Its own combat power was close to a fifth-tier level.
But among its skills was the ability to absorb the souls of living creatures.
It could gather the souls of living creatures within a certain area.
Drawing them into the coffin before them,
and transforming them into controllable wandering spirits to be sent back into the battlefield.
This type of troop often played a significant role in battles against living creatures.
There was never a shortage of souls to absorb.
However, against other Undead troops, their advantage was much reduced.
This was why, despite the ongoing battle, Odys had only now sent the [Soul Coffin] into the fray.
The moaning spirits, their translucent bodies, passed straight through the thick city walls and attacked the Undead outside.
The spirits themselves had no physical form and were not high in rank.
But against the unthinking ordinary Skeletons, they still caused chaos and disruption.
Drawing groups of Undead into disarray, running around in confusion.
Yet, what was happening seemed more like a last struggle.
The overall situation still tipped towards the side of the Blood Clan.
Another barrage of intense cannonfire fell.
Pieces of the city wall collapsed.
The attacking Skeletons, stepping on the broken bricks, directly climbed over the city wall and engaged the defending Undead in fierce combat.
If this continued, it was only a matter of time before those in the city would be out of time.
The Bone Giant stood up once again, swinging its iron chains.
Boom Boom Boom!!
It seemed they were waiting just for it to reveal itself.
Cannonballs immediately landed on the Bone Giant.
The massive body of the Bone Giant fell backwards.
And unlike before, its broken bones did not restore themselves.
Odys, taken aback, quickly looked towards the battlefield.
But he saw rings of light shrinking from the edges of the city towards the center.
The power of the Viscera jar was gone….
“Arlene, you damned thing,” Odys cursed.
His first thought wasn’t that someone had breached the city but that Arlene and those Corpse Witches had introduced the Viscera jars at a critical moment.
Odys was furious.
These guys really did oppose him at every turn.
He called over his trusted aide and said loudly, “Take some men to the Viscera Museum, execute Arlene, have the remaining Corpse Witches put the Viscera jars back, and then throw them into the dungeon.”
“Yes, my lord,” answered the aide.
The aide took his leave, staggering under the barrage, heading toward the Viscera Museum.
Without the augmentation by the Viscera jars, the combat power displayed by the soldiers within the city once again reduced.
Under the strikes of lightning spears and artillery, sheets of Undead died.
Odys stood still.