Ah, Andorhal (20)

As the knights launched their mass charge, the remaining two Gnome aircraft appeared in the sky. The Steel Maiden and Dr. Boom flew one behind the other toward the chaotic Undead ranks.

This time, they targeted the rear and middle of the Undead army, where the knights could not directly break through. Barrel after barrel of an unknown liquid was thrown down.

Yet this was not holy water meant to immediately kill the enemy. The pungent smell of the spreading liquid made the sharp-nosed Ghouls try to flee, but how could the already tightly packed Undead soldiers disperse so easily?

The necromancers were busy dealing with the knights, who had charged through their ranks as though no one stood in their way. They had no time to command the other Undead soldiers. In any case, those cannon fodder only needed to keep advancing.

After throwing most of the barrels, the Steel Maiden and Dr. Boom fired righteous bullets at the ugly monsters on the ground, now covered in transparent liquid. They needed to avenge the lost Finley Wrench.

The liquid was not holy water, but fuel used by Gnome aircraft. This high-energy fuel, refined by Gnomes from a black, viscous liquid found underground, erupted into huge fireballs throughout the Undead ranks the moment it encountered open flame.

As the planes howled away, violent explosions kept erupting across the ground behind their trails of smoke. The Ghouls, their bodies ablaze, could not extinguish the fiercely burning flames. Piercing agony drove them to run wildly on instinct, as if that could lessen the pain brought by the fire.

More Undead soldiers were set alight by the burning Ghouls beside them, causing even greater chaos. The Undead formation was utterly thrown into disarray. Fuel spilled across the ground also caught fire, forming blazing