“Now all he has left to do is wipe out the remnants.”
The High Priest Feylord alone was a top monster, so he was in no position to be careless! Since the Undead army and the Imoogi were still there, the battle was not over.
Weed was most wary of the Embinyu Priests.
“Feylord won't recover, but it'll be dangerous if those Priests regain their strength!”
The Death Sentence only affected the High Priest Feylord. The Dark Knights and Priests could return to their normal states with the passing of time.
“They must be subdued.”
In order to attack the Embinyu Church, the encroaching Undead had to be cleaned up.
“Vejague Tribe, take the lead! Salmere Tribe, lineup in the center! Lekiye Tribe will standby at the rear!”
Following Weed's Lion's Roar, the barbarians quickly fell into charging formation. He was going to bring the three tribes together in a union and use them in battle.
It was undesirable for the alliance tribes to conduct a siege of the fortress and the union had taken too much damage. Since they had neither Priests nor Clerics, the alliance tribes had basically only recovered with consumables.
However, in terrain that was littered with broken wreckage from the Imoogi and King Hydra rampaging, like now, the three tribes became a union with the optimal efficiency.
“Strike with spells and arrows. Attack!”
The Salmere Tribe's arrows and the Lekiye Tribe's spell attack was fired at the Undead group. When their formation scattered, the Vejague Tribe advanced step by step. The Undead rushed in fearlessly, but they firmly resisted like an iron wall.
Weed's sharp gaze examined the entire battlefield.
“Capture the high ground first. Salmere Tribe, fire a volley at the ridge on your right!”
After a concentrated attack of arrows, the Vejague Tribe seized the area. They occupied the terrain favorably and built their line of defense while hunting the Undead.
“The unit Serpic leads, fall back after 20 steps!”
Rather than pressuring the Undead more, Weed made the entire barbarian group turn like a cogwheel.
“Vejague Tribe, fall out and Salmere Tribe, get in front. Fire a barrage! Salmere Tribe, wheel to the right, and Lekiye Tribe, attack with spells. As soon as the spell attack ends, Vejague Tribe, charge as one!”
As he smoothly ordered charges and retreats, the entire army was made a living organism. The whole unit revolved as they adapted to the terrain, rapidly occupied the high ground and moved. It was a cogwheel tactic based on high stamina and mobility.
The Undead army, who had lost their commander, were slaughtered horribly by the arrow and spell onslaught, as well as the axe attacks of the Vejague Tribe.
Though it appeared to be a common tactic for reducing the number of sacrifices as much as possible, the results showed its hidden, gruesome, and destructive power.
If the Undead had emotions, they would have been driven into a state of panic and suffered additional immense damage.
“We can win.”
“We'll be victorious!”
The morale of the barbarian unit led by Weed reached its peak.
“Phoenixes and Bingryong, strike the left flank!”
In places where the Undead gathered, Bingryong and the Phoenixes actively scattered the enemies. Their separate role ensured that the Undead were distracted. Balkan's departure robbed the Undead of organized direction, and they were rendered hopelessly cornered.
In this moment, the barbarian unit led by Weed appeared to be a unit of the highest caliber.
“Troops, divide!”
The barbarians had low intelligence, but their military learning efficiency was considerable. They found work that needed to be done faster than regular soldiers and fulfilled their duties.
Weed divided his troops into 3 cogwheels and fought the Undead. The 3 cogwheels made gaps as they intersected with each other, and when Undead were trapped in those gaps, they were crushed.
“Kiyooooo!”
“Doom Knights, advance!”
With the Doom Knights at their fore, the Undead pressed in.
The Vejague unit, which had soon reached its goal by advancing under concentrated arrow and spell attacks, had retreated far to the back.
Trapped within the cogwheel's vice, the front and sides of the Undead army suffered intense attacks and had their forces depleted.
The Vejague Tribe's Warriors avoided battle on the front lines and saved their stamina. When they spotted cracks in the Undead army, they had opportunities to reap fame for their bravery.
A strategy that maximized the advantages of maintaining the distance, the terrain, the concentration of firepower, and scattering the enemies' defence!
The Undead group melted in an instant.
“A path has opened! Let's go!”
Weed ran between the Undead with Yellowy. The goal was High Priest Feylord!
Bingryong and the Phoenixes guarded him from above, and 400 Vejague tribesmen broke away from the cogwheel formation to formulate the storming party.
Divided into small groups, the Undead group could no longer pose a threat. However, while they fought the Undead, the Priests would have recovered considerably. Weed couldn't help but be impatient.
“There aren't many Dark Knights left.”
There were too few Dark Knights for the Priests to get the most out of their unique blessing or healing. Weed calculated that he could leave the Priests to the Vejague Tribe.
The Dark Knights were spotted.
“Salmere Tribe, arrow attack! Lekiye Tribe, support them!” Weed's Lion's Roar burst forth.
The arrows fired by the Salmere Tribe fell like rain upon the place the Dark Knights were blocking. The Lekiye Tribe's charms and flame spells were also unleashed towards the Embinyu Priests, while the Vejague Tribe charged towards the defensive wall the Dark Knights erected!
Plastered with blessings and equipped with good weapons and armor, the Dark Knights were extremely powerful. Nevertheless, the Vejague Tribe brandished their short axes and took up the challenge.
Sitting abreast on Yellowy, Weed stormed past the Dark Knights and flew onwards. He planned to simply pass through, even if the Vejabue Tribe took some damage. Towards where High Priest Feylord was!
The corpulently paunchy Feylord cast holy magic. “Oh, Embinyu God who reigns over all the world, we dedicate our bodies to thee. Bring down thy stern punishment on those who defiled this land.”
Feylord's ultimate sacrifice spell!
— Embinyu Church's High Priest Feylord has dedicated his body.
Cracks have appeared on the statue of the Embinyu God.
Weed looked up and saw that the Embinyu God statue in the middle of the fortress was collapsing. The statue of the god with 12 arms shattered into thousands of fragments and rained down.
Weed and Yellowy, as well as the Undead, the Vejague, and the Salmere Tribe, were all within the attack range. With nowhere to run, the statue's fragments fell. The metal shards were even exuding a sinister aura.
Considering the size and weight of the several hundred-meter statue, it was a large-scale disaster.
“NO!” Weed cried out.
How the hell could his precious alliance tribes be damaged like this!
Even if Weed were to die, he could revive through Power to Reject Death, but only a few hundred would be left of the alliance tribes.
As large as steel reinforcement bars, the fragments were plummeting down terrifyingly. As if the sky was crashing down, finding a place to dodge was difficult.
Even the all-weather Korean cattle Yellowy would perish.
Terrible damage would be inflicted when they were on the verge of quest success.
“Sculpting Blade.”
Weed spread his Wings of Light and took off into the sky. The Daemon Sword he held emitted a bright light.