These soul-eating demons greedily devoured the collected souls, not only making themselves stronger, but also
Perhaps it is also to satisfy the selfish desires and ambitions of a mysterious and unpredictable core being (perhaps it is the legendary "Many-Faced God" or some concrete manifestation of the evil god).
What's worse is that they also use the bodies that have lost their souls to quickly form a puppet army that completely disregards life and death, has no fighting spirit, and does not need to consider logistical supply problems!
Faced with this unprecedented attack directly targeting the soul, conventional military alert has completely failed.
Redd realized that the next battle would no longer be just a crushing battle between the army and the dragon, but also a confrontation involving the soul.
He must immediately adjust his strategy and find a way to defend or even counterattack this soul attack, otherwise even if his army has the numerical advantage, it may collapse in the invisible devouring force.
The "holy water" Qohor sacrificed may be the key medium to connect all the creatures in the city with these soul-eating shadows and carry out large-scale soul harvesting.
After understanding the nature of shadow creatures and the conspiracy brewing behind Qohor, Redd knew that delay meant death - death at the soul level.
Time is no longer on his side.
"Send the order to the entire army to break camp immediately and march overnight!" His order was unequivocal and unquestionable.
"Light all the torches and maintain a tight formation. Anyone who leaves the team or is alone will be responsible for his life or death!"
The fatigue and fear were suppressed by stronger discipline and desire for survival. The slave army of more than 50,000 people turned into a long winding dragon of flames in the dark night, lighting up the road to the north and dispelling the chill in the hearts of some soldiers.
The marching speed was pushed to the limit. According to this speed, if the original two-day journey was sustained, the troops would be able to reach the Qohor city in the afternoon of the next day.
During the rapid march, they inevitably encountered the "walking dead" who were controlled by the shadows and staggered southward like puppets on strings.
There were civilians and a few soldiers wearing the costumes of other city-states.
Their eyes were empty and they showed no reaction to the approaching army. They just stubbornly moved forward towards the "call" from the south.
"Kill!" the officers ordered coldly.
At first, the soldiers were hesitant, but when the light of the torch shone on those stiff and numb faces, and when they thought that they might become like that, their fear turned into fierceness.
Swords were chopped down, spears were thrust out, and these soul-emptied bodies fell like rotten wood with almost no resistance.
As the body dies, thin, twisted black shadows seep out from the corpse, trying to escape or find a new host.
They scream silently (only the sensitive can feel the mental sting) and look like struggling worms.
As Redd expected, these low-level "soul-eating shadows" themselves have weak attack power and are even afraid of light and heat.
"Use torches! Burn them!" The experience spread quickly. The soldiers waved blazing torches and swept towards the black figures like driving away mosquitoes.
Wherever the flame touches, the black shadow melts like ice and snow, making a subtle "chichi" sound before completely dissipating.
This victory seemed to come too easily, and even made some soldiers feel like they underestimated the enemy - it turned out that these ghosts were nothing more than that.
However, Redd's vigilance did not relax at all.
He always felt that the characteristics of this creature should not be so fragile.
When the army passed through a valley pass, the sight in front of them made everyone take a breath of cold air and their progress was halted.
It can no longer be called a battlefield, but a hill made of corpses.
Hundreds of thousands of soul-sucked corpses were piled together in various twisted postures, as if they had been deliberately moved and built here by some force.
The strong smell of death and putrefaction hit his face, but what was even more frightening was the existence entrenched on the top of the mountain of corpses.
It is eight meters high and completely black, as if it is made of the densest night.
Its appearance is indescribable, roughly like a thick and twisted centipede, but its body is not made up of jointed limbs, but countless twisted, painful, and silently screaming human faces!
These faces are still slowly squirming and changing, some are blank, some are ferocious, and some seem to be still enduring the eternal torture of their souls being torn apart.
It has no clear eyes, but the whole thing exudes a greedy, chaotic, and soul-trembling malice.
"Monster... monster!" The soldiers in the front row screamed in terror and retreated involuntarily.
They may be able to muster up courage in the face of swords and blood, but in the face of this terrifying creature that is beyond comprehension and strikes the depths of their souls, instinctive fear instantly overwhelms discipline.
The "human-faced centipede" seemed to be aware of the approach of a large number of living souls, and the countless faces on its body turned in the direction of the army, letting out a silent mental scream!
Soldiers who were closer suddenly felt a splitting headache and nausea. Some even dropped their weapons, covered their ears and fell to their knees.
"Sure enough... devouring each other, merging and growing stronger." Redd's eyes were cold.
This confirmed his worst guess, that these shadow creatures feed on souls and their own kind, and can quickly evolve into something more terrifying.
What is in front of me is obviously an intermediate aggregate formed by countless "shadows" and the soul residues they have devoured.
However, it still retains the fatal weakness of the original "Shadow" - fear of fire, especially extreme heat.
There is no need for Redd to take action personally, or for soldiers to use their lives to fill it.
Aegon, who had been hovering over the military formation like a red guardian angel, let out a sky-shattering dragon roar under the influence of Redd's thoughts.
The crimson Dragonfire is like the sword of heaven's punishment, pouring down from the sky, accurately pouring water on the corpse mountain and the "human-faced centipede" entrenched on it!
"Boom--!!!"
The extreme high temperature instantly ignited everything. The corpse was carbonized and disintegrated in Dragonfire,
And that creepy aggregate emits an incomparably shrill wail in the flames that can only be perceived by spiritual power.
It twisted and rolled, trying to escape from the flames, but Dragonfire was like gangrene attached to the bone, wrapping it tightly.
The painful human faces that made up its body were quickly blurred and dissipated in the flames.
In just ten seconds, the mountain of corpses turned into a white field of scorched earth, and the disturbing aggregation was completely turned into ashes, leaving only scorching embers on the ground and a scorched smell that could not be dissipated in the air.
The crisis seems to be over, but Redd feels even heavier.
This is just a "meeting point" encountered on the way. Qohor Outside the city, or even within the city, what kind of monsters will be born after these days of "collection" and "feeding"?