White Wax Town, nestled in a dense forest.
Gray stopped his wheelchair, escorted by more than a dozen players.
He patted Bennett on the shoulder:
"Make them roar louder."
A hint of humiliation and anger flashed in Bennett's aged eyes:
"I can't do it."
Gray gave a strange smile, his tone resembling that of a writer from some otherworldly magazine:
"Vampire, you need to be confident!"
Bennett's expression shifted from shame and anger to pain:
"I really can't do it!"
Never say "I can't do it," that's the kind of employee bosses dislike the most.
Gray casually offered another piece of inspirational wisdom, then leaned his ear close to Bennett's:
"Don't try to provoke me and drain the wheelchair's battery. Let me tell you a secret, the Psionic Energy storage is actually enough to power you two hundred times... You can challenge your weakness and see whether the wheelchair runs out of power first or you get cooked first."
At that moment, in Gray's pocket lay a crumpled note that read:
[He was lying two hundred times; in reality, it happened five hundred times.]
Even disregarding the time he was sealed away, Bennett lived to be nearly eighty years old.
At this moment, the poor octogenarian's voice trembled with tears:
"I really don't know how, why don't you believe me?"
Gray shook his head and sighed:
"It's not that I don't believe it, but how can a vampire like you, who has no ambition, be promoted to marquis? You should know that it's not that only counts who are promoted can become stronger, but only counts who become stronger are qualified to be promoted."
"You don't need to look at me like that. I don't know anything about the Blood Corpse's abilities, but the lord said that intelligent beings all have that thing called... what was it again?"
The [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] that served as a protector beside him reminded him:
"Subjective initiative."
"Yes, yes, initiative."
Gray slapped his forehead and suddenly realized:
"It basically means that guys like you will do anything to survive."
"So, I'm giving you one minute to make those beasts you summoned bark even louder, or I'll shock you five times, no, ten times."
A sob escaped Bennett's throat; it was hard to imagine that Bennett, now reduced to a human stump, was once an elegant nobleman who controlled a vast territory.
He hadn't even finished the mental shift from elegant nobleman to kneeling, electric soldier, but his fear of electric shocks led him to use the most primal method to boost the Blood Corpse ' morale—"Roar!"
Bennett's hoarse roar echoed through the surrounding dense forest, and the Blood Corpse he had summoned imitated their summoner, letting out howls at the top of their lungs. Though numbering less than a hundred, they roared as if they were hundreds of Blood Corpse...
Gray patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction:
"Great job, Bennett, I knew you could do it."
Outside the dense forest, the roars of the Blood Corpse grew louder and more chaotic, and the exhausted Holy Crusaders couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
Just now, someone was accidentally pierced by the Blood Spikes while they were forming ranks, and a large amount of blood was sucked out in just a few breaths.
Although the entire city wall of White Wax Town stretched out a long battle line, only a seven or eight-meter-wide area was not Planting thorny shrubs.
Because of the urgency of the situation, Motley was unable to move the main Holy Crusaders force to the gap between the city wall and the thorn bushes. After all, making a large-scale change of formation when facing the enemy could easily cause a stampede and result in unnecessary casualties.
In fact, Motley's decision was correct, because right behind the Bloodthorn Wall, the ground was now covered with small pieces of thornwood. If he had just given the order for everyone to enter behind the thorn wall, the neatly lined-up Holy Crusaders would have turned into a bunch of Tom Cats howling and clutching their feet.
Simon glanced resentfully at the now-blurred city walls. The tax collector, Aoda, had returned and was standing with Duolin in the center of the wall, watching everything unfold below. He offered neither support nor opened the gates to let them in, his expression one of schadenfreude making Simon's teeth itch with rage.
The young officer, unable to bear watching this passive inaction any longer, shouted again towards the city wall:
" Duolin, it's not too late to open the city gates. Do you want to see your compatriots die under the claws of Blood Corpse because of your cowardice?"
A huge accusation was slapped on him, and the real Duolin believed he couldn't refute it.
But [ Zhongde ], as a seasoned cyber veteran with extensive laning experience, is adept at shifting blame and assigning accusations.
You like to make a big deal out of things, huh? Hehe.
Faced with such slander, " Duolin " became angry.
" White Wax Town has already paid a heavy price for caution. I just don't understand how checking everyone's bodies for wounds caused by Blood Corpse can be seen as an insult by you people?"
"Is the Grand Knight's pride really worth the lives of five hundred Holy Crusaders?!"
Simon was already overwhelmed with the thought of how to pin this label on Overload, but he didn't expect the other party to retort so directly, leaving him no time to think about how to refute it.
In a daze, he could already see the disappointed look in Motley's eyes, while the sound of " Duolin " from the city wall continued to echo into the Holy Crusaders's ranks:
"No one can break the rules of White Wax Town! The Corpse Tide is about to burst out of the forest, and you'll be subject to even more thorough searches after this battle!"
The Holy Crusaders soldiers weren't mindless Blood Corpse; upon reflection, it certainly made sense.
Everyone who hasn't fought the Blood Corpse has to go through security before entering the city. Now that the battle is about to begin, the subsequent checks will only become more stringent.
So why won't they enter the city? Why won't they accept inspection?!
Recalling their previous conversation, everyone realized that if Motley had agreed to the security check back then, none of this would have happened!
White Wax Town has been attacked several times; what's wrong with being cautious?
If the Grand Knight had followed the proper procedures, everyone would probably be in bed by now, ready to sleep.
Damn it, that old bastard Motley really knows how to cause trouble for everyone!
In just a few words, the crux of the Holy Crusaders ' conflict shifted from Duolin to Motley.
Simon, who Ignite the powder keg, was now somewhat at a loss.
"Well."
Motley sighed, sensing the shift in morale among his men, and knew his plan to intimidate Duolin was doomed to fail.
He glanced at Simon, whose face was full of shame, and shouted towards Duolin on the city wall:
"Bishop Duolin is right. I was too narrow-minded before. All members of the Holy Crusaders, listen to my command: maintain formation and retreat steadily. We will undergo security checks before entering the city!"
" Simon!"
"Exist!"
The officer whose name was suddenly called shuddered and instinctively answered:
"Lead your soldiers to cover the rear!"