Chapter 83: Death Battle in the Canyon
"The undead are coming!"

Looking at the undead that were coming like a raging flood with the potential to engulf everything, the Western Region Allied Forces in the city took up their weapons one after another.

"Shoot!" On the city wall that had not yet collapsed, seeing the undead charging into the range of bows and arrows, Xin Cun's soldiers did not need anyone to command them. They drew their bows and arrows and shot arrows at the charging undead.

Among the undead souls rushing in like a flood, the skeleton archers mixed in with them also shot arrows at the city walls and the city.

For a moment, arrows rained down from both sides, and both sides wished they could pour their arrows into each other as quickly as possible. People and skeletons kept falling down.

The number of Western Region coalition soldiers on the city wall was constantly decreasing, and the arrows were gradually becoming sparse, while the number of undead was increasing, and the arrows they shot were becoming more and more dense.

Amid the roars of the undead, dense crowds of them soon rushed to the collapsed city wall.

"come!"

"Among the men in the Western Regions, there is not a single coward!"

The soldiers of the Western Region Allied Forces formed a dense human wall, screaming loudly as they watched the undead that were about to charge in.

The next moment, the two sides collided with each other. The undead roared and waved their swords. The soldiers of the Western Region Allied Forces were also shouting and waving their swords and guns with all their strength to block the undead.

In the chaos, some skeletons had their skulls smashed, some were cut in half, and some Western soldiers were stabbed by the undead's spears and hacked to death by the undead's swords. Skeletons and corpses kept falling on the ground covered with broken bricks and rotten soil.

The two sides fought desperately at two fractures that were only a dozen meters wide.

As soon as one undead falls, another one will roar and take its place.

When one Western Region soldier fell, the next one would come shouting to take his place.

Amid the deafening roars and shouts, the Western Region Allied Forces soldiers who had given up their lives were no longer afraid of death, and this time they finally stubbornly blocked the attack of the undead.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Western Regions realized that these skeletons were not as powerful as they had imagined, and that the individual strength of these undead was much weaker than theirs. If they were equally fearless and fearless of pain, and the undead were not so dense, then they could easily trade two or even three with the most common skeleton undead.

But there are too many undead and they are too dense.

Behind the two sides in close combat, archers on both sides were constantly drawing their bows and drawing arrows. The dense arrows kept flying over the heads of the two fighting parties like busy bees collecting honey.

On the city walls that had not collapsed, the surviving soldiers had shot all their arrows, thrown all their rolling logs, stones, and even their corpses.

At this moment, looking at the undead and Western soldiers swarming and fighting at the broken wall, looking at the Western coalition soldiers behind the broken wall constantly falling down, the battle line was being swallowed up step by step, and the soldiers on the walls that had not collapsed all showed a resolute look on their faces.

"I'll fight with you!"

"Brothers, I'll go first!"

"Brother, I'm here to find you!"

"Mother, I can't honor you anymore!"

On the uncollapsed city wall, a soldier shouted loudly, jumped down from the wall with his last weapon, and shouted as he aimed his weapon at the undead at the broken wall, delivering the last blow of his life.

Following the lead of the first person, the remaining Western Region soldiers on the wall followed suit and jumped from the wall to the densely swarming undead in the gap, shouting and delivering the last blow of their lives. For a moment, one after another, the Western Region soldiers jumped from the wall without caring about their lives, and the offensive of the swarming undead at the gap was forced to slow down a lot.

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A giant bone dragon with a wingspan of three hundred meters and silver bones was hovering, watching the battle in the canyon below.

Fusu stood on the head of the bone dragon that was as big as half a stadium, facing the wind, looking at the Western Region soldiers who were risking their lives, and suddenly asked: "Bai Qi, Lian Po, do you think this is right or wrong?"

"There is no right or wrong in war, especially when it comes to race. The king has been very merciful!"

Hearing this, the nightmare warrior wearing black armor and wearing a bronze mirror on Fusu's waist spoke in a low voice.

"What's more, the king wants to build a world without war and pain. Death and injury are inevitable. This is just to clear obstacles for his ideal. Although the sad song is sad, it has no right to stop the king, and it cannot prevent the arrival of a better future."

Next to Bai Qi, Lian Po, who had a sledgehammer hanging from his waist and was also suffering from nightmares, spoke in a low voice.

"Yes!" Fusu nodded and clenched his fists: "The world cannot stagnate because of one person, or a few people. If it does, it must be the fault of that one person, or a few people."

"It seems that after this battle, I have to go meet my cheap father again! Or maybe I need to change my strategy! Move to the Himalayas first!"

Although he is now a lich, he cannot deny the fact that he was once a human.

As for the saying that the butt determines the head, in the face of absolute strength, your own decision is the path this world should take.

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In Canyon City, the charge of the Undead was blocked, but only temporarily.

As the battle continued, all the soldiers on the city wall were killed and no one jumped down from the wall anymore.

More than half of the soldiers who were blocking the undead at the break were killed or wounded. Although they risked their lives, they still stubbornly resisted the undead's pace. However, the undead behind them were blocked, and now they directly stepped on the undead in front and continued to charge.

When the Western Region Allied Forces discovered this, more undead had already crawled out from other undead and were flooding over them like river water that had submerged a riverbank.

For a time, the resisting coalition forces suffered heavy casualties. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the remaining defenders on the city wall were submerged in the wave-like undead waves.

Looking at the undead charging in dense numbers after breaking through the soldiers' blockade behind the city wall, the leader of Wusun, whose houses formed the second line of defense on the street, drew the long sword at his waist and shouted: "My sons and warriors of Wusun, today's battle is related to the survival of the entire Western Region and the survival of Wusun. Those who are willing to die, follow me to kill!"

After shouting, the Wusun leader was the first to shout loudly, holding up a shield and a long sword, and took the lead in killing the undead who were about to charge towards him.

"kill!"

Looking at the commander who rushed out first, the Wusun soldiers in the street also shouted in unison and followed their leader to charge.

Although the undead were coming like a flood, none of them were afraid, and everyone had a resolute look on their face. Obviously, each of them put life and death aside.

On the rooftops of the houses in the street, Wusun archers all drew their bows and shot arrows at the charging undead at the fastest speed in their lives.

Among the charging undead, a large number of arrows were shot at the Wusun soldiers who were charging forward holding door panel shields.

(End of this chapter)