Blizt 'N Demon

Chapter 134 - The Final War Begins III

The reinforcements numbering nearly 200 demons came from the other direction. Led by a tall male demon figure with a slightly stout stature and a stern face, the soldiers behind him slashed down one by one the corpses around according to his command.

Before long, some of the soldiers who were among them drove their horses towards Kay and the entourage who was being cornered by the body collection. Coupled with the flying of the white-winged butterfly towards them, making the situation even more unfavorable.

Two of the 5 soldiers who ran towards that direction immediately threw something like a liquid with a small glass bottle as the container. Not only did they throw it into the air, they also slashed it until the liquid splashed toward the approaching butterfly and some splashed about themselves.

Pssshh

The hovering creatures immediately vanished as the purple-colored liquid splashed into their bodies. The others who were not hit were slowly disappearing without even touching their demons.

Need who witnessed the incident with his own eyes was shocked. The purple liquid was partly falling onto the barren ground. Since the purple liquid was there, the butterfly immediately disappeared if it approached him. The liquid seemed to be a limiting object that should not be passed by winged creatures.

"What they throw–Ugh... What is this smell?! So riled!" Need immediately covered his nose with his hands. His forehead frowned clearly and watched the soldiers who threw the liquid earlier. Their faces are covered from the nose to the chin. "Actually the spa they threw?!"

Not only Need who was in a state of smelling the stench, but the demons around him also felt the pain of this smell. They simultaneously close their noses even though they sometimes have to defend themselves from the attack of the undead.

"This smell is so rotten! Where did it come from?!" Ray darted around, but did not know what was the cause of what his kiss was feeling.

Not only throwing two small bottles, the two soldiers threw another bottle again but in a direction that was slightly far from the fall of the first bottle.

The pungent smell was increasingly smelled by the sense of smell of the demons. But this smell is actually able to eliminate butterflies and make the problem partially resolved.

"I can't focus" Radolf muttered while avoiding the lunge of one demonic corpse.

Srraattts

"Take note of your opponent" Need said tightly. He moved away from where Radolf was after slashing the stomach of the undead until the contents in it were seen.

Radolf was slightly goosebumps when he saw the innards from the corpse. Let alone looking at Need who was doing it casually with no sense of disgust at all, "It seems like he is learning well," his inner self.

Although he does not like Radolf, Need will not let Radolf die just like that. To be honest, he no longer knew where to go if this war was over. His master is gone, and if Radolf is gone, he does not know where else to go.

It is difficult to concentrate when there is a strange and foul smell that is captured by the sense of smell. This affected their attack on the undead.

"Gggrhhh..," Ray growled as one of the corpses managed to scratch the scratches on his body. Unmitigated, he directly threw some fireballs right at the corpse. He also threw another fire at the corpse behind him.

"You should immediately cover your nose with a tear in your clothes" Kay said firmly. His words were also self-reliant when obeyed by all demons without exception. Because what Kay said has a point

The two groups with different demon teams began to fight completely against the endless undead. The uncountable number and state of the corpses that could still attack before being burned or destroyed to such a small extent overwhelmed Kay's or Uncle Kyle's side.

The group they brought was nothing and had limited stamina. Whereas on the other hand, the corpse army was clearly superior. The number also ultimately influenced the development on the battlefield.

To be honest, even though the purple-colored smelly liquid that was thrown in was very helpful, it only reduced a small part of their problem. Because those affected by it are only butterflies, not with the undead that aggressively attack.

"I-I'm not strong anymore. I'm really not strong" a soldier stood up with difficulty. Sweat is visible on the temple. His white shirt was littered with soil and blood. The wounds did not escape the bodies of other soldiers including himself. His face was pale and his lips were twitching as if shivering with coldness.

An undead figure just immediately gave an attack at a time when the demon was unable to do much. He attacked along with 2 other corpses and really made the man difficult.

"T-please... Aakhs.."

Cruatts

The ringing of pain, the sound of flesh tearing, the shredding of flesh, the clinking of weapons, the hoisting of horses, all those sounds combined into one made the war so noisy without a single second of calm.

One by one the soldiers fell down without being able to help anymore. Even the commander who had previously looked gallant and strong now looked exhausted. His face was full of sweat, and his back was drenched in that sweat. But whatever the power, he for example must make the best and should not give up here.

If he did, then the soldiers would have no more spirit to attack. He had to appear as strong and powerful as possible so that his soldiers would not be daunted. Let him endure this tiredness and pain. Let the others fight it out without feeling the anxiety that hit his heart.

"I won't lose. Even if I have to die, at least give me the best death and give me victory so that my soul can be calm," the inner commander to himself.

After hearing the word 'enchantment' from himself, he started attacking the undead aggressively, unlike before. He looked like a raging monster now, "I haven't felt hot at all! It hasn't been rated as a warm-up exercise for me. But you guys are even drowning like this.

Come, spirit! You are strong, only you doubt yourself! Believe in each one of you! You were chosen as special soldiers because you are strong! Remember, because you are strong, not because of sheer luck!"

Surely what the commander did made many of the soldiers come back excited. Flames raged within their souls and with more aggression, they attacked the undead without pause.

"Good, he made the spirit of the warrior blazing. But even so, it is still lacking. Even after being added to the relief force, this number was still a little compared to the undead we fought. It won't be finished if it's just like this. We need more help and get to Osmond soon, "Oliver's mind.