The Wallwalker Crushes the Monster

"Fire!"

After the order was given, Rosal stood a few dozen meters away, watching the cannon barrel, thicker than his waist, slowly point towards the slaughterhouse.

In his eyes, the entire tank was incredibly heavy, but the few ordinary soldiers inside simply turned the lever, and the thick steel cannon barrel changed direction accordingly.

"Bang!"

The stone walls of the slaughterhouse then began to crack outwards.

A larger Aggregate than the one in the warehouse crashed out.

The filthy animal skeletons and human remains were firmly held together by grayish-red tissue—truly, a gigantic skeletal monster.

The wall, mostly crushed upon impact, was supported by several thick, bony limbs, which charged toward the street.

Immediately afterward, Rosal heard a very short metallic clang.

"Bang!"

The sound of cannon fire echoed along the stone wall to both sides, causing nearby window frames to rattle simultaneously, and large clumps of dust to fall from the eaves.

All that remained in Rosal's ears was a sharp buzzing sound; he couldn't even hear what the Cleric beside him was shouting.

The warhorses ahead, which had just begun to take their first steps, reared up in fright; the Knight could only duck and hold on tightly to the reins to avoid being thrown off.

As a bishop, Rosal was quite capable and recovered quickly, except for the persistent ringing in his ears.

Upon closer inspection, the connection between the Aggregate's chest and abdomen had been completely ripped open, the bone plates scattered in all directions, leaving a large hole, and a large piece of the contaminated flesh behind it had also been torn off.

The creature, several meters tall, was thrown backward by the impact, its back slamming into the crumbling stone wall of the slaughterhouse, with rubble falling down its body.

The old Knight had just attempted to charge also managed to steady his mount.

He glanced at his longsword, which he held in mid-air, then looked at the gaping hole in the monster's chest, wide enough to fit two people.

However, the Aggregate was not dead yet. Several grayish-red tissues emerged from its blasted-open chest and abdomen, dragging the surrounding scraps of flesh into the gap, while small pieces of flesh continued to fall from both sides of its body.

What's terrifying is that after those things landed and spread their limbs, they didn't turn into bloody mud, but instead became twisted, small, Undead.

But before he could even use his divine magic, the Wallwalker's side firing ports opened fire again.

"Da da da da da da!"

The few Undead closest to the vehicle fell one after another, while others huddled along the wall to the side, only to crash into the firing range that the Musketeers had set up in advance on both sides.

The Aggregate seemed to sense the threat as well; several of its bony limbs simultaneously braced against the right side of the house, crushing large sections of roof tiles, and it moved sideways, clinging to the building.

"Wallwalker, retreat half a vehicle length. Right-side musketeer team, change positions." Ivan's order was relayed first.

"Boom boom boom."

The driver began to reverse, Musketeers on the roof moved up the wooden ladder. When Rosal looked over in the direction they were moving, the Aggregate had just changed direction from the roof.

The monster leaped between two houses, landing right in the line of fire created by the Wallwalker's side and the rooftop muskets. Despite the continuous barrage of fire, it continued its advance.

The distance between breaths is rapidly shortened.

Ivan had already drawn his sword and charged out. "Charge!"

The local veteran Knight leading the group instinctively urged his horse on, "Keep up!"

Ivan sliced through from below the skeletal limb, his longsword, imbued with Battle Aura, slashing into the joint.

The first supporting limb broke off; he moved to the other side and severed the second. The Aggregate, having lost support on one side, became...

The body leans to the side.

Ivan took a step forward, his sword striking the monster's side and pushing it further away.

Several local Knight thought he would press forward, but Ivan immediately retreated from in front of the monster.

"Fire."

The second blast was no longer completely unexpected, but it still made my chest feel tight.

The shell penetrated precisely into the exposed chest and abdomen area of Aggregate after it tilted.

The massive body lay overturned in the middle of the street, several skeletal limbs smashing through a roadside wooden shed, exposing large patches of grayish-red tissue inside.

"Bishop." Ivan turned his head.

Upon hearing this, Rosal raised his holy staff without needing specific instructions, and several local Cleric also stepped forward at the same time.

The White-Gold Sacred Flame swept across the street, pouring into the monster's body through the cracks created by the shelling. The gray-red tissue that was shrinking rapidly turned charred upon contact with the Sacred Flame, and several pieces of flesh attempting to repair their wounds stopped.

"Don't stop," Rosal reminded a young Cleric beside him who had slowed down.

The heavy musket team readjusted their guns and continued firing along the path where the Sacred Flame had burned.

The remaining skeletal remains of the Aggregate gradually lost their strength and finally crashed to the ground.

Rosal kept the sacred flame burning for a while Sacred Flame, and only lowered the staff after confirming that no further activity was taking place inside.

There was little time to catch one's breath after the battle at the slaughterhouse ended. Just then, another alarm bell rang in the city.

The direction is towards the hospital.

When Rosal arrived with his men, several corpses had already risen inside the first isolation door. All the Knight guarding the outside drew their swords, and one of them was about to open the door when he was stopped by Musketeers Tear Knight.

There are still patients inside.

The patient is behind the second door.

The first wooden door was smashed open by the Undead, and several corpses rushed into the central courtyard, while the second isolation door remained tightly closed.

The Musketeers fired two rounds of shots through the iron fence, and all the bodies fell in the center of the courtyard. Only then did the Cleric in charge of the hospital enter from the side to a safe position and Purification the bodies with Sacred Flame.

Rosal stood outside the hospital and glanced at another quiet ward.

The Cleric in charge of the hospital remained silent.

Just a few days ago, he complained that installing a second door according to the Tear Knight Ordinance was too troublesome. Now, behind the first door lie several corpses, and behind the second door are more than a hundred patients.

That evening, Rosal summoned the leaders of several surrounding Holy Temple to the Main Holy Temple.

Someone had barely sat down when they suggested, "If we empty the hospital now and set up several more quarantine zones, the city's residents will probably panic even more."

Rosal didn't argue, but turned to the Recorder and asked, "How many patients died today during the second corpse resurrection at the hospital?"

"No."

"The Cleric and soldiers on duty?"

"No."

Rosal then turned to the person who had spoken earlier. "What if there's no second door?"

The other party fell silent, their mind cleared, and they stopped arguing.

Before the meeting had even ended, the first urgent report arrived: a large number of livestock had died on several farms in neighboring territories, and some of the carcasses had become active again.

Half an hour later, the second letter arrived: a grayish-red substance had been discovered in the underground sewage area of another city, and the Cleric who went in to confirm it had not yet come out.

As Ivan prepared to leave the Holy Temple, a third letter was placed on the table. A large-scale outbreak of high fever had occurred in a group of refugees moving north, and dozens of them had already shown signs of mental instability.

Ivan spread out the three reports and scanned the map.

After listening, the local officer said, "There are still several quarantine zones that haven't been cleared, and the old slaughterhouse also needs to be guarded."

Ivan left a company's worth of markings in the town, along with two sets of heavy muskets and a group of accompanying Cleric: "These are for you. If there are any more zombie outbreaks, handle them the same way we did today."

Rosal looked at the cavalrymen outside who were packing up their equipment. "You're leaving now?"

"The largest Aggregate is dead; you can handle the rest yourselves."

Rosal glanced back at the local Knight and Cleric, then nodded.