Soul echo

Chapter 36
The fingertips caressed the cold blade of the big sword, and the two-handed sword, which was as silver as a bright moon, penetrated a slight chill, and entered Zhong Ye's body along the hilt.

[Two-Handed Sword Moonlight: The sword forged by an ordinary blacksmith with ordinary materials has also gained extraordinary power after being blessed by the gods. For 400 years, it has been enshrined in the church of Laurel City. Not only did it not make it dull, but also coated it with a layer of 'devil-breaking' brilliance]

[Characteristics Extraordinary Weapon: Toughness far surpasses steel, unrivaled sharpness]

[Characteristic God-given power: Located in a place where the moonlight shines, the user's physical recovery is doubled, and the recovery of injuries is accelerated]

[Characteristic Power of Faith Demon Breaking: Double the damage to undead enemies, and increase the damage to abyss enemies by half]

[Equipment Requirements: Strength [-], Moon God's Approval]

He holds the hilt of the sword in his hand and got feedback from the two-handed sword, which means that he has been 'equipped' with this weapon, that is to say, he has been approved by the moon god?

"Your Excellency Zhong Ye, the time is up."

Zhong Ye pushed Moonlight back into the scabbard, put it on his shoulder and stood up, "Then let's go."

"All fighters and reserves check their weapons and equipment, musketeers fill gunpowder and bullets, those with children watch the children, don't let them cry, don't let them hinder their actions, priests keep an eye on the battlefield at all times, what magic spells are cast , When to use it, grasp the timing by yourself, I don't have the time to teach you!"

Everyone looked at Zhong Ye nervously, including the mercenaries and temple guards.

They are going through a war now, not the kind of petty battles they used to have, but a real war.

Their enemies are undead who are not afraid of death and have only a few vital points. The number is comparable to them, and they still need to protect hundreds of people from harm...

"If you are all ready—the musketeers go upstairs, the shield guards and I are the forwards, and directly open the frontal encirclement. The first team starts first to withstand the undead encircled on both sides, and the second team follows the team. Be ready to fight at any time, the third team has the same mission as the second team, just as a substitute, and the fourth team waits for the shield guards and the first team to withdraw, and I will break up with me to take over the Musketeers."

This is also the reason why people are willing to trust Zhong Ye—they charge forward, retreat behind, speak harsh words, but actually care about them in actual actions.

The Musketeers and their loaders climbed the stairs, Zhong Ye took the pocket watch and counted down 5 minutes.

As soon as the second hand crossed the dividing line, he threw the pocket watch back and stretched out his hand to open the door of the church.

The air outside the door rushed in all of a sudden, carrying a rancid smell.

Zhong Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward, walked into the bloody moonlight, and saw the flying sand and rocks, and the dust whirling.

The undead soldiers were preparing to throw their spears again, but this time, their attack was destined to be interrupted.

—A total of fourteen muskets protruded from the shooting holes on the second floor. The sound of the guns seemed to be playing music, and the hammers sounded one after another.

Hit by bullets, the undead soldiers tilted their heads and took a step back, resisting their bodies without falling.

"Come with me!"

In order to maintain the formation, Zhong Ye deliberately slowed down the front speed, and the mercenaries and temple guards with shields came out of the church in a single file.

As Yafeng, Zhong Ye pulled out the moonlight. Under the crimson moonlight, this great sword still reflected the brilliance of the bright moon.

When he was on Earth, he rarely used a two-handed sword, and only knew the basic usage of this weapon.

But one method is universal, and a weapon is an extension of the body. After getting the moonlight, the corresponding usage naturally appeared in Zhong Ye's mind.

The two-handed sword looks bulky, but it is actually flexible. The handle accounts for two-fifths of the length of 1.6 meters, and the sword body is only 96 centimeters.

Zhong Ye carried the big sword on his shoulder, held the tail of the hilt, shook his shoulder, and swung the big sword out.

The blade slashed at the neck of an undead soldier, the neck armor snapped, and the skull was also chopped off.

The power of breaking the demon surged, and the helmet that fell to the ground suddenly burst into flames, and the body fell down.

The hilt of Moonlight is divided into two parts. Zhong Ye raised his leg and kicked on the front hilt, his body spun, his left hand took advantage of the situation to hold the front hilt, and pressed his waist against the rear hilt, cutting across the waist of another undead soldier. , the blade draws a stream of light, passing through the front and back of the armor.

At this time, the undead soldier on the side stabbed straight with his spear, Zhong Ye suddenly swung the handle, flipped the big sword head and tail, grasped both handles tightly with both hands, stabbed upwards, blocked the spear with his guards, and with a flick of his wrist, The spear fell from the hands of the undead soldier, stepped sideways, and sent the tip of the sword under the helmet.

ha!Hiss!call--

Cutting off three heads at the moment of hand-to-hand combat with a tired body is extremely exhausting for Zhong Ye, but such exhaustion is necessary.

The moonlight can speed up his recovery, and with the previous breath adjustment and [weak physical strength enhancement], he has recovered his fighting ability and can last longer.

Living people are easily affected by morale. He now shows people a hope, and in the next actions, they will become more active.

After seeing Zhong Ye's performance, the shield guard and the first team cheered up and roared angrily.

"First team, let's go!"

The captain of the first team saw Zhong Ye break through the encirclement with the shield warrior, immediately drew out his weapon, drooling.

He took the lead in rushing out, stopped after a certain distance away from the encirclement, and commanded his team members to set up traps and defend in advance—they would form a line of defense with their physical bodies and pave a smooth road.

The young deacon looked back at the old man standing on the podium, gritted his teeth, and waved his arm, "Run! Run! Run! Run, everyone!"

The civilians rushed out with their heads down, not adding chaos to the mercenaries was the best thing they could do to benefit the situation.

The faster they run, the less time the mercenaries have to fend off undead soldiers.

Except for some clergy who stayed in the church for the time being, the rest of the clergy were mixed in the crowd, ready to cast divine spells at all times—they were another guarantee for the team.

A ray of moonlight fell from the sky and fell on Zhong Ye's body, nourishing his tired body and making the great sword glow even more dazzlingly.

The shield guards could only resist the attacks of the undead soldiers, and it was difficult to kill them. Zhong Ye needed to do it himself if he wanted to completely kill the undead soldiers.

The clergy who stayed behind in the church noticed Zhong Ye's exhaustion, and immediately cast a magic spell on him.

A steady stream of physical strength poured out of his body, Zhong Ye knew that this was just an illusion, and he would feel even more tired after the magic spell expired.

The young acolyte stood by the gate, directing people to flee, while the other acolyte, his 'brother', ran at the front of the line, alert to the dangers from all around.

"The undead from other directions are coming, the first team is careful!" A warning came from the observation tower.

Undead soldiers from other directions moved upon hearing the wind, ran across the long streets and alleys, and collided with the first team in just a few minutes.

With the arrival of the enemy's support, Zhong Ye's pressure increased sharply, and I don't know if it was because he had just received a divine magic blessing, this time his physical strength decayed very fast.

Looking back at the church, the door of the church is only that big. If you want to expand the door frame, you may block the door, and there are at least a few hundred people in the church.

The mercenaries belonging to the second team ran on both sides of the team. The combined number of mercenaries and temple guards was less than 200, and they had to be split into several teams. As a result, each team had a small number of people. They had to protect one A team of nearly a thousand people meant that they had to be dispersed.

The strength of the mercenaries varied, and some of them didn't even have the courage to draw their swords against the undead soldiers. Fortunately, Zhong Ye realized this early on and arranged priests among the crowd.

Two teams of undead soldiers surrounded the street and were about to meet in front of the team. The middle-aged acolyte who led the team suddenly accelerated, swung his staff, and hit an undead soldier on the head.

Other undead soldiers took the opportunity to attack him, but there was a breeze swirling under his feet, bursting suddenly.

The wind blew them away, breaking a path.

The middle-aged acolyte held his staff tightly and stood by the roadside fighting with the undead soldiers, while shouting loudly: "Go! Go!"

The team did not stop, and passed him as he wished.

The clergy began to use divine magic, even though there might be more dangerous situations in the future, but now it is a time of crisis, if they don't use it, they will die later.

The priest standing on the pulpit closed his eyes. He had already contacted the church and made final preparations.

"willing--"

The priest raised his arms high and opened his eyes angrily, "The moonlight has mercy on you!"

All the divine power attached to the main body of the church rushed to the priest at this moment, and the old man burned his only remaining fire of life, allowing his soul to "ascend" for a moment, and grasp the authority that belongs to the gods.

The priest's body collapsed, and the sublimated soul looked back at the beloved world for the last time, and threw down the 'authority'.

The moonlight fell and shrouded every living person, giving them more physical strength and faster speed.

The young acolyte pursed his mouth, clenched his gleaming fists tightly, and didn't look back.

Stretching out his hand, he helped a child who stumbled and almost fell in the crowd, the young man shouted hysterically: "Don't panic, don't mess up, Your Excellency Zhong Ye and I will accompany you to the end!"

Zhong Ye, who was fighting with the undead soldiers, suddenly felt that all the wounds on his body had disappeared, and even his physical strength had been replenished, and he immediately understood what happened.

Letting out a roar, a force surged out of both arms, cutting down the undead in front of him.

People ran out from the backyard, the second floor, and past the pulpit. The old man fell on the stage with a smile on his lips and his eyes closed, as if he was afraid that his empty eyes would scare others.

"The fourth team is fighting! The shield guards and the first team are preparing to evacuate!"

After supporting for more than ten minutes, many mercenaries and temple guards had fallen to the ground, but more undead soldiers turned back into corpses again.

Zhong Ye turned around and shouted: "The Musketeers and Sentinels, it's time to withdraw!"

After fighting with the undead soldiers for so long, even Zhong Ye had wounds on his body, but the wounded parts were not vital.

The civilians had already retreated, and the musketeers and sentries also ran downstairs. The young deacon pushed down the lamps in the church, took a deep look at the teacher who had fallen on the stage, and ran out with a weapon in his hand.

"The glory of the Moon God cannot be profaned!"

Together with Zhong Ye, he cut off the rear of the team and charged towards the undead soldiers who surrounded them from both sides.

A bloody and cruel war was going on on the ground, and in the sky, the blood moon pushed aside the dark clouds, gently gathered the broken souls, and brought them into the body—even including the part polluted by the abyss ritual.

The breeze swept across the ground, drifting into the distance with fights and shouts.

The long night will come to an end.

(End of this chapter)