Burn them?
Looking at the mountain of corpses piled beneath the Great Wall, as well as the demihumans still charging forward in a mad frenzy, all the Holy Kingdom's executives and officers fell silent.
How were they supposed to burn them?
Setting aside how much oil it would take to burn so many corpses, or whether the meager supplies on the nearby walls would even be enough, the intermingled front lines alone made such a plan impossible to carry out.
Otherwise, they would burn their own soldiers to death as well.
Fortunately!
The boundless Undead Army stopped after emerging from the forest. Like overseers, they watched the demihumans charge forward like moths into flame, only to be slaughtered beneath the Great Wall.
Some Holy Kingdom soldiers had killed so many enemies that the blades of their swords, spears, and lances had chipped or snapped.
By the time the last demihuman fell, a wall of corpses more than two meters high had risen before the city wall. Blood had practically formed a river of thick plasma before the Great Wall.
The exhausted, weakened humans collapsed to the ground one after another, gasping for breath.
Though they knew the battle was far from over and that these demihumans were merely cannon fodder driven forward by the Undead Army, the brutal physical exertion had left every one of them too unsteady even to stand, much less continue fighting.
Although the priests continuously cast magic to restore stamina and heal wounds, for an army numbering in the tens of thousands, such recovery was little more than a drop in the bucket.
The officers had no choice but to send every reserve unit from the rear into the battle ahead of schedule.
It was easy to imagine that if the undead charged now, the Great