Thick black clouds and fog were hampered by the wreckage of golems on the ground, but countless feet and hands still burst out of the mist, kicking up dust from the earth.
The boundless Undead Creatures finally charged close. The clattering footsteps around the perimeter grew louder and louder. These low-level Skeletons and those deathly pale Inferi had no reason to speak of, and stripped of rationality, they hunched over like beasts and rushed forward on all fours.
Most of the bone racks and Inferi had no weapons equipped. After long years wandering the Underworld, even their clothing had rotted to rags. As they surged out of the fog this time, every wizard saw their movements clearly. These Undead only knew how to blindly smash in all directions, tearing and biting at the heavy Metal Golems blocking the very front. The tactic that had just worked on the light Iron Golems through sheer numerical advantage had little effect on these heavy golems. Aside from some decorative carvings made by the French beginning to suffer damage, the Undead could hardly harm them at all.
But in turn, when these heavy golems swung their heavy weapons with iron arms, any casual blow could sweep away a large swath of Undead Creatures. In fact, the wizards on the wall judged that even without the Goddess spells on the golems that could dispel Undead, sheer physical impact alone would basically shatter these Undead on contact.
To ordinary living people, the greatest advantage of both golems and these low-level Undead Creatures was that they had no issue with morale. They only blindly obeyed orders, so relying on an innate hatred for the living, they kept attacking and climbing forward. Even if their bodies were chopped in half, as long as one half could still move,