This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous-Chapter 925 - 443: Be Careful Not to Be Stepped On by a Cat

Amid the vast expanse of yellow sand, soldiers of the Ezomal Empire were still desperately resisting the undead army.

Accompanied by battle cries and the clanging of metal, screams erupted from the sandy ground; blood and flesh flew everywhere as the undead’s Sharp Blades continuously pierced through the warriors’ uniforms, splattering blood in all directions.

The warriors roared one after another, their ferocious faces flickering with the light of hatred as they charged towards the undead.

As the battle wore on, the corpses began to accumulate on the battlefield, and the air grew increasingly thick with the scent of blood.

Evans, just like the countless times before, slashed through the heads of three skeleton soldiers in front of him, temporarily creating some space before turning to look around.

At this moment, on the vast desert, the dark mass of the undead army still surged forward like a tide, seemingly endless.

His surrounding warriors, their eyes bloodshot, faced the chaos with faces smeared in blood, their gazes fixed only on the undead forces ahead, every look filled with the resolve to fight to the death.

However, the outcome of the battle between the two armies could not be swayed merely by courage and belief. As the battle continued, his forces soon began to suffer losses, and the rate of casualties rapidly increased.

Many soldiers continued to fall into the pools of blood, their unblinking dead eyes surrounded; red blood kept flowing, almost dyeing the whole battlefield’s yellow sand red, creating a hellish scene on earth that was utterly horrifying.

Moreover, in addition to negative factors such as the depletion of soldiers’ levels and reduction in their numbers, there was another more direct factor affecting their combat power: fatigue!

In this battle of the few against the many, the impact of fatigue appeared faster than expected.

The previous times they had surrounded and fought the Scorplion for so long because there was only one enemy. They could maintain orderly advances and retreats, rotating for rest—when one group tired, another took over, thus never feeling exhausted.

But now, they were fighting an undead force that knew not what fatigue was, and that too in numbers ten times their own!

"Is it over..."

Looking at the exhausted faces of the soldiers around him, Evans sighed.

As a general who had led armies for thousands of years, he, of course, understood what this meant: it was a prelude to the annihilation of his entire army. Exaggeration aside, these soldiers were all hanging by a thread; a slight relaxation meant total collapse.

And the old soldiers who had followed him for many years could see what he foresaw, but at this moment, no one showed it. From the start of this battle, they had all been prepared to sacrifice themselves here. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Facing an endless sea of undead encircling them, the blood-soaked soldiers made their last desperate fights, swinging their knives fiercely while pulling out crazed, bestial roars from their throats, unleashing their final strength continuously against the undead.

Just as everyone was prepared to fight to the death,

suddenly, there was a blasting sound in the sky, followed immediately by a dazzling burst of light that made both parties on the ground involuntarily pause their movements and look up.

High in the sky, the colored light of a miracle shone, spreading across the entire horizon, then it transformed into countless points of light, falling like raindrops, each light point accurately landing on an undead.

Any undead skeleton touched by the points of light let out a shriek of terror as it quickly turned into black dust from top to bottom, scattering with the wind until completely disappearing.

The soldiers watched in stunned silence as the undead continuously vanished, their mouths agape in disbelief.

It wasn’t until several dozen seconds later, when the last undead also turned into black smoke and disappeared, that people looked at each other briefly before starting to burst with cheers.

The cheering grew louder and spread throughout the city, shaking the surrounding sands subtly.

"Victory!"

"We won..."

...

The soldiers cried tears of joy, hugging each other and cheering heartily; and with that relaxation, the will that had been suspending them snapped instantly—every soldier suddenly appeared drained, carelessly lying right on the ground, their backs on the sand, facing the sky, releasing their joy of surviving the ordeal.

A few quartermasters frowned at the soldiers’ condition; if they had to charge at an undead force in their current state, they feared they wouldn’t last even a minute before disintegrating.

Sensing their concern, Evans interrupted them.

Seeing his troops scattered all over lying haphazardly, Evans smiled and didn’t reprimand anyone. Having just come from Noble Gate, such a reaction was only normal.

Not just them—he himself felt the urge to lie down and sleep for a long while.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t rest yet.

Evans turned his glance towards the distant Oasis.

At this moment, at the center of the Oasis, the figure of the Caesar Giant was still clearly visible.

Simultaneously, Evans had also spotted the figure flying in the sky; it was none other than the Ghost Captain.

Clearly, the Ghost Captain had successfully obtained the Divine Pen and fulfilled the agreed task: using the Divine Pen to obliterate Caesar’s grand army, and that was what allowed them to survive.

And now, he, too, needed to fulfill his mission.

Evans touched the short sword at his waist, took a deep breath, left the group, and rapidly headed towards the Oasis.