"Hold your ground!"
"Set pikes!"
"Pike square!"
The Swadian Sergeants, who had already been prepared for battle, showed no fear at all.
Armed to the teeth, they had no fear of the skeletons staggering out of the darkness and gray mist before them. They did not even take out the Heavy Fan Shields on their backs.
Instead, their chainmail-braced gloves tightly gripped their Conical Spears.
They viciously thrust forward these nearly four-meter-long Conical Spears, meticulously crafted by carpenters, blacksmiths, and weapon workshops, with their front halves wrapped in iron plating—fine weapons even by Calradian standards!
Under the light of the torches held high overhead by the Swadian Militia behind them.
Countless chilling flashes bloomed in the dim surroundings.
And every flash.
Was accompanied by the clattering chaos of Undead Skeletons trying to emerge from the darkness and gray mist, wielding various rotten weapons or bones, being shattered instantly and scattering into remains across the ground!
For these elite, tier-five Swadian Sergeants.
This kind of battle.
Was simply easier and more effortless than stabbing wooden posts in a training camp!
At least wooden posts were genuinely hard and resilient.
After a day's training.
The muscles in their arms, waists, and abdomens would ache with exhaustion, and they would need proper rest to recover their depleted strength.
But these skeletons were different.
As long as they aimed for the eye sockets flickering with Soul Fire and directly destroyed their skulls, they could effectively shatter them.
They did not even need to destroy the skulls.
As long as they thrust the spearhead into an eye socket and touched that flickering blue Soul Fire.
They could extinguish the Soul Fire directly and destroy the Energy Circuits of these lowest-tier undead creatures.
Which was the same as killing all these undead creatures on the spot!