Chapter 139: Soldiers on the front line just need to fight hard and kill the enemy
"Whizzing--"

The catapult threw corpse bombs, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"boom----"

The corpse bomb hit the sky above the city, but was blocked by a film of light visible to the naked eye, and a deafening explosion was heard.

Negative energy and poisonous gas spread everywhere, but were still blocked by the protective array that protected the city.

After dozens of artillery shells were thrown in succession, the city began to counterattack.

A sharp, ear-piercing sound echoed in the sky, and huge rocks burning with fire fell into the undead army, killing more than a dozen undead creatures.

There were also alchemical shells falling into the formation, and with a loud bang, the exploding flames engulfed all the undead creatures nearby.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of gaps were smashed into the phalanx of the Undead Legion, and hundreds of undead souls returned to the arms of death under the enemy's fierce artillery fire.

On a distant hill, Deya, standing next to the bone dragon, watched all this and did not care about the sacrifice of the undead army.

The Undead Scourge has no fear of death, and this is what makes them most terrifying.

What made Deya frown was that several alchemical shells hit his catapults, and two of them were shattered on the spot, losing the ability to throw corpses.

Although these catapults are crude, they also require workmanship and technology.

At the very least, it cannot be created with the ability of the undead, and requires human processing.

During the past six months, Deya had the undead cut down trees and hired craftsmen to build these siege weapons.

Even though the catapults had been manufactured using the simplest methods possible, Deya had only accumulated about thirty of them during this period of time.

Two of them were destroyed at once, which made Deya feel a little distressed.

Including the catapults destroyed a few days ago, ten catapults have now become useless, a full one-third less.

However, after being attacked continuously for several days, the city's defensive magic has been visibly weakened.

At the beginning, the corpse bombs thrown on the protective magic could not even cause a ripple, but after a few days of attack, now after the corpse bombs hit, traces can be seen on the light films.

Although ten catapults were lost, Deya was still satisfied with the results of the battle.

"The enemy is really not stupid. These large alchemical magic devices that are capable of protecting the city have also been modified."

Deya looked at Berwick, the most important city in Alfred's territory, and murmured.

Next to Deya, Lamia and Mavis stood on either side of him, and Patricia sat on Deya's shoulders.

"The other party has built a large-scale spell to protect against negative energy in the magic device."

Patricia had a keen eye and she immediately saw the problem with the magical device protecting the city of Berwick.

"Well, Duke Frederick has also been prepared for me to attack this city at any time, and has had the magic devices modified in advance."

Deya said in a low voice.

In terms of protection level, the magic devices in Beric City are definitely not as good as the "Golden City" that Deya attacked in the World Recollection.

However, this city had a defensive power almost as strong as that of the Golden City, so Deya had been attacking it for several days without being able to destroy the magical protection.

Generally speaking, the magic devices in a large city can protect against various magical attacks.

But Duke Frederick knew that Deya's main means of attack was negative energy, so he especially strengthened the protection against negative energy.

This means that while the power of the 'corpse bomb' remains the same, its offensiveness against city magic is greatly reduced.

There is nothing Deya can do about this.

He is a necromancer and he plays with negative energy. Even if you ask him to turn around and play with positive energy, he won't be able to do it.

He only injects positive energy into women!
After assessing the strength of both parties, Patricia said decisively: "Even if the opponent has a special attack against negative energy, you can still destroy that magic device."

"Of course I know. Although I seemed to be attacking this city these days, I was actually holding back and not using all the siege weapons."

Deya watched the entire battlefield situation and said, “…But this also reminds me that my enemies will definitely target me with negative energy in the future.

The loss of the catapults this time also exposed the limitations of my siege weapons. Without these siege weapons, even the undead army would find it difficult to destroy a city protected by magic. "

Patricia, sitting on Deya's shoulders, gently shook her slender legs and tightened her little feet in white lace socks, and said, "What new ideas do you have, Deya?"

"My idea is that the catapult is still too troublesome. To make a catapult, the living need to join in, which is inconsistent with my idea. My idea is that even without the help of the living, the Undead Army can complete all the work.

When I have time, no, I should say when my level rises a bit, I will study the 'siege-type undead creatures'."

Deya stroked his chin. Based on the situation on the battlefield and his own thinking as a mage, he came up with a new research topic.

Since catapults need to be manufactured, why not directly create an undead creature that has the function of a catapult?

Such undead creatures must be stronger than these crude catapults and can move on their own without human power.

However, this idea can only be thought about for the time being.

It is not easy to create this kind of super-large undead creature. At least with Deya's current strength of the fourth ring, he can never create it.

Deya discovered that as long as he could make good use of undead creatures to refine this spell, the essence of his research was actually biotechnology.

Maybe in the future we can also study gun-type undead creatures, cannon-type undead creatures, airplane-type undead creatures, warship-type undead creatures, and so on.

"Why not attack with all your strength?"

Lamia folded her hands in front of her, her eyes as beautiful as the night sky sparkling with sparkling light as she asked softly.

Although Deya has been attacking 'Berick' in the past few days, he has not used his full strength, as if he wanted to give the opponent a break.

Deya never used all those catapults, but only used them in batches.

"I'm just waiting."

"wait?"

Lamia was a little confused.

At this time,

The cry of an eagle was heard from the sky, and a giant eagle with a wingspan of several meters fell from the sky and turned into the half-elf Upton.

"How's it going?"

Deya asked when he saw Upton.

Upton shook his head and said, "Lord Deya, I have been patrolling nearby and have not seen any reinforcements."

"No reinforcements?" Deya frowned before answering Lamia's question: "...The reason why I didn't attack with all my strength was because my original target was not this city, but the reinforcements."

This is called 'siege the point and attack the reinforcements'.

Deya grumbled in his heart.

"Lamia, do you think that with equal numbers of troops, the Undead Legion is stronger, or the human army is stronger?"

The witch didn't expect Deya to suddenly ask her this question. She was stunned for a moment and fell into thought. She shook her head slowly: "I don't know. I haven't studied military affairs."

Mavis, in her saintly form, snorted coldly: "If it's your undead army, then of course a human army of the same number will be more powerful."

"Why do you think so?"

Deya looked at Mavis, who was wearing a long white gauze dress, with long silver hair spreading on the ground, and whose appearance was flawless, and asked with a smile.

"Undead creatures are only undead creatures after all. They fight based on instinct. As long as the human army is led by a high-level cavalry commander, it is not difficult for one human soldier to defeat two or three low-level undead creatures."

Mavis said calmly: “…Humans can also use various weapons, wear protective gear, and even use magical alchemical items.

Although high-level undead creatures are a bit troublesome, they can still be dealt with by these war weapons of mankind.

Besides, human cavalry generals can command troops into small groups, but how can you give precise command to undead creatures without intelligence with your own abilities?"

Faced with Mavis's mocking tone, Deya was not angry, he just shrugged.

Because Mavis was right.

Deya would not make rude rebuttals when the other party's words were correct.

Micro-control every soldier? He doesn't have the ability of Chang Gong. When he plays games, he just A-straight!
“Mavis is right. Under the same number, the Undead Army will definitely not be able to defeat the human army, unless they are of the same number of high-level undead creatures. But it is too time-consuming and laborious to create such an army.

Individual combat effectiveness has never been the undead's strong point, and may even be their weak point.

The real strength of the undead lies in their lack of fear, lack of concern for morale, and their ability to replenish numbers."

Deya pointed at his army of 100,000 and said, “…If the enemy sends out an army of 100,000 led by a Seven-Ring Cavalry General, my army of 100,000 consisting of only a few hundred high-level undead creatures will definitely be wiped out.

But the enemy will inevitably suffer considerable losses.

At this time, I just need to hide and spend a year or two to rebuild the same army.

But how long does it take for humans to train a soldier? How much does it cost to equip a soldier? And how much food does it consume every day? "

Deya took a deep breath and said, "...This is why I have not been attacking this city with all my strength. My real goal is to destroy the enemy's manpower and use the Undead Legion's strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses."

To put it simply, the Undead are not suitable for a wave of attacks, and are not suitable for a decisive battle right from the start, otherwise they will definitely fail.

The most suitable tactic for the undead is to fight a protracted war and a war of attrition!

Especially now that Deya has chosen the "Summoning" specialty, low-level undead creatures no longer need him to use corpses to create them, only high-level undead creatures need that.

This is equivalent to Deya itself being an arsenal, continuously producing soldiers.

"In addition to waiting for reinforcements, I am also afraid that there are a bunch of sixth- and seventh-ring masters here who are ambushing me, so I have been waiting."

Deya whispered softly.

Even on the parliamentary coalition side, there are several seven-ring strongmen. The king and these grand dukes must be able to gather many more masters.

What Deya fears most now is being teamed up with others to kill the BOSS.

The Captain of the Guards had previously traveled alone to the Limerick Mountains, wanting to find Deya and kill him.

At that time, Deya asked Mavis to attack in the form of a witch, using the unique domain power of the Eight Rings to scare away the legion commander.

The reason why he didn't kill him was because Deya knew that Mavis had limited power, and it would be a loss if he just killed one person.

He is actually fishing now, trying to fish out all the seven-ring masters on the side of the King and Duke Frederick, and then let Mavis solve the problem once and for all, so as to maximize the power of the Lord of the White Tower.

But what Deya didn't expect was that the Grand Duke seemed to no longer want such an important city and did not even provide any support. This was really beyond Deya's expectations.

"Has the enemy seen through my plan and is preparing to accumulate troops to fight a decisive battle with me, or does he not have enough troops?"

Deya couldn't come up with an answer for the time being, so he could only say: "...Then don't wait any longer, attack with all your might regardless of the losses, and take down this city!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Dong dong dong————"

The sound of trumpets and drums resounded through the sky again.

This time, Deya no longer gave the opponent a chance to breathe. All the catapults were used, ready for an all-out attack to capture the city of Bewick!
……

In the capital of Alfred, Duke Alfred was sitting behind a gorgeous desk, holding his duke's scepter.

In this luxurious office, the commander of the Kingdom's Royal Guard, the chief mage of the court, Ivis, and the Duke's family's own seven-ring powerhouses, a total of five people gathered together.

"Sir, are you telling the truth? There is an Eighth Ring being beside Deya Cavendish?"

Duke Frederick clenched his fists unconsciously, and even his tone became heavy.

"That's right, I couldn't have made a mistake. That is the unique domain of the Eight Rings. The moment I saw that person, I was 'charmed' by her."

The legion commander nodded slowly. He was still frightened. Thinking back to what happened, he still felt the fear of death.

"Sir, my words may not sound good, please forgive me... If he is really an Eighth Ring, then why was you able to come back alive?"

Duke Frederick said with a calm look.

The subtext of his words is, maybe you made a mistake.

The legion commander denied, "Your Excellency the Duke, it is impossible for me not to recognize whether the other party is an Eighth Ring.

As for why she didn't kill me, I suspect there's something wrong with her strength, especially since this is a forbidden place for warriors above the eighth ring!"

The chief mage of the palace, Avis, took over the conversation. With a faint smile, he said to the Duke: "My Lord Duke, I heard that you have a secret treasure related to the 'forbidden treasure'.

Today's Deya Cavendish can no longer be underestimated. You have also seen that the enemy's undead army is besieging the "City of Berwick".

There is a person who looks like the Eight Rings around him, which makes it very difficult to defeat the opponent by assassination or on the battlefield.

Therefore, I suggest you use that secret treasure to completely solve the problem of Deya Cavendish!"

Ives's words made the Duke look stern and a little alert, suspecting the man's or the king's purpose.

Alas, the soldiers on the front line just need to fight hard and kill the enemy, but I, as a duke, have to consider a lot more.

(End of this chapter)