Before their eyes.
Nearly half the plains battlefield was filled with a sea of black Ghost Slaves.
They charged relentlessly at the coalition of guards from various nations like a swarm of locusts.
Magic lights in every color continuously rose and blossomed across the battlefield.
The thunder of impacts and explosions rang without end.
Every burst of magical light and every boom meant that hundreds, even thousands, of Ghost Slaves had been blasted into fragments and killed on the spot.
They seemed like creatures that had completely lost the ability to think, knowing only how to charge forward blindly, without the slightest fear.
The armies of the various nations, on the other hand, advanced and retreated in an orderly fashion. Every person treasured their life greatly, and their tactics were steady and conservative.
Even so.
The national armies and the adventurer legions still suffered heavy casualties, mainly because there were simply too many Ghost Slaves.
Fortunately, the priest legion stationed far in the rear kept casting healing and resurrection magic, greatly easing the pressure on those at the front lines.
"Damn it..."
"Why are there so many of these Ghost Slaves? We've been slaughtering them like mad every day!"
The members of Dragon Kingdom's Ninth Squad aboard the magic airship could not help complaining.
The decapitation mission had already been completed, and Glazed City's defensive system had been thoroughly destroyed.
They had also completed their handover with the other squads. The Ninth Squad no longer needed to remain in Glazed City and could choose to return to Hundred Ghost Fortress.
However, since Ling Zhan had spoken, naturally no one intended to head straight back to Hundred Ghost Fortress.
Besides...
They truly wanted to enter the ground battlefield and slaughter enemies to their hearts' content!!
"The Ghost Slaves in the forbidden