Under the attention of everyone, he raised his lance high and shouted in the open space 20 meters outside the position:

“Archers, get on guard, pikemen, continue your work!

“Fighters of Raven, stay where you are, I will kill the enemy’s general for you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, before the militiamen could even react to what was going on, Griffiths rushed towards the ghouls and a group of living corpses one by one.

The soft black mud could not stop the galloping horses. Griffiths mounted his horse and held a gun, and with the support of the ice shield, he rushed straight into the center of the living corpses.

The peculiar ghoul raised his hand and pointed, and the living corpses surrounding it swarmed up, surrounding the armored knight like ants wrapping a candy ball.

Intense attacks like summer showers fell on Griffith's shield and armor, but were unable to penetrate his defense. He held a gun in one hand and took the hammer from the saddle with the other hand, amidst the dense tide of corpses.

Crush the bodies of living corpses and skeletons.

The undead creatures that were originally going to attack the militiamen were attracted by the fierce fighting here. Most of them rushed to Griffith's side, surrounding him three layers inside and three outside, clawing and biting him like countless mice gnawing cheese.

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The ice shield suddenly exploded, and layers of monsters flew all over the ground. Griffith threw the hammer forward, smashed the head of a skeleton, and raised his lance to stab the ghoul head-on.

This ferocious monster swung its claws and let out a crazy roar. Before its weird claws could be swung down, the lance had accurately pierced its throat.

The ghoul fell silent in an instant. Griffith rode his horse to the vicinity, cut off its head with a sword, drew his lance and ran back to the car formation, stepping over the living corpses.

 “Plop!”

From the time of the attack to the return, the head of the ghoul leader was thrown on the ground in the inner circle of the car formation in less than a minute. The group of zombies lost their command, and a large group was knocked to the ground, slowly gathering in a mess.

stand up.

 “How?” Griffith asked loudly.

 “Roar!” The militiamen felt a little relieved and shouted together.

Griffith first pointed to the chaotic group of living corpses: "Two squadrons will come and shoot them with rockets. The others continue to build the camp. Fill the bags with soil to block the gaps and dig trenches outside!"

He then raised his gun and pointed at the suture monster, which was as big as a hill among the living corpses: "I'm here to take off its head for you gentlemen and ladies."

As soon as he finished speaking, he once again rode straight towards the enemy.

Seeing that the living corpse just now was knocked away by the ice shield, the Stitch Monster actually took the initiative to let the living corpses around him disperse, and roared alone to fight Griffith. It swayed its fat body and threw a sledgehammer from a distance.

Came over.

 “Bang!”

The sledgehammer hit the shield of the Mounted Eagle and bounced off. Griffith's hand had condensed into a sharp ice spear. The roaring phantom of the mountain monster appeared behind him, and the next blow would be fatal.

And the power of winning.

"Let you see the real projection!" Griffith roared angrily, and threw the ice gun in his hand at the speed of his horse. The ice spikes whipped up strong winds and made a loud noise that tore the air.

 The Stitch Monster's right shoulder exploded directly, and the shoulder was torn apart under this blow, and both arms flew out. It hurriedly raised the weapon in its left hand to resist.

Griffith relied on the speed of his horse to rush to his right side in the blink of an eye and stabbed his defenseless body with a bullet.

 “Bang!”

The militiamen who were far away in the car formation all heard the muffled thunderous explosion. The right side of the Stitch Monster's face was pierced by a gun. The corpse's stitched body could not block the puncture damage at all. The lance broke in its body and shot from the left.

It penetrates the chest under the ribs and comes out.

Griffith abandoned his lance, took the vanguard shield and jumped off his horse. He walked to the Stitch Monster that was kneeling on the ground in two steps and swept it across the back of its neck.

Rotten flesh and corpse fluids splashed everywhere, but this blow did not even cut off its neck. Living corpses from all directions rushed towards it one after another. Griffith smashed a bottle of slowing potion on the ground, then waved his sword with one hand and a shield with the other.

He chopped down six or seven living corpses in succession, and then cut off the head of the stitch monster with one sword.

As the sword was swung down, the living corpses fell into a sluggish state as if they had been knocked unconscious. Griffith took advantage of the situation and rushed out, got on his horse and rushed back to the car formation.

 “Bang!”

  Huge rotten heads were thrown at everyone's feet.

 “How?” Griffith shouted.

 “Long live!” the militiamen cheered, and everyone started working in a relaxed mood.

At this time, the third wave of living corpses, led by the cult monks, had just blocked the path of the militiamen. They were visibly stunned when they saw that the other two groups had lost their leaders and fell into chaos in the blink of an eye.

The monk hesitated for a moment, raised his hands, rushed forward with his skeleton and corpse, and let out a ferocious and hoarse howl.

This time, everyone was calm and even laughed contemptuously. Griffith took a new lance, jumped on his horse, and shouted: "I'm here to defeat the enemy for you!"

He blessed himself with an ice shield again, rode his horse to drive away the tide of corpses, stabbed the cultist monk to death, chopped off its head and brought it back.

“Are you still afraid?” Griffith asked the militiamen.

 “Don’t be afraid!” Everyone cheered together.

As a result, the morale of the army was stabilized and the position was stabilized.

Most of the living corpses that were besieged from three sides were still there, but some of them fell into chaos, and others started to attack the nearby vehicle formation out of instinct.

This no longer required Griffith to take action. He returned to the center of the position and found that the carriages had been connected together and a wooden fence had been erected outside. The pikemen were assassinating the unorganized living corpses behind the wooden fence.

Griffith sighed with satisfaction and turned to look at Amber.

“Hey, what should I say to you~” The trainee investigator shook her head slightly.

"Of course you are praising me," Griffith pointed to the fighting situation around him. "They are militiamen. It is wrong to expect them to charge into battle."

“However, we can still do things like blocking the entrances with barriers and blocking the roads with ballistae.

“The evil cult was arrogant and allowed me to come close to encircle and annihilate them, but instead they allowed me to take advantage of the location.”

Amber nodded approvingly: "That's true, but what should we do next? There will be more and more living corpses, and we won't be able to move here."

 Griffith patted the bed crossbow in the car array, looked at the large tomb more than 200 meters away and said:

 “Next,
Chapter completed!