The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 236: Chapter 202, Dare you kill your own team member_1

Blood Axe hadn’t expected such a tactic from the opponent.

Initially, he thought it was just reinforcements from Lundham City here to bolster the city’s defenses, but now he wasn’t so sure about their identity.

They showed no regard for the lives or deaths of either side.

The poison gas spread throughout the field, affecting not only the members of the Hammer Party but also those knights and guild members who were already caught in the bitter fight, worsening their predicament.

One by one, they lost their ability to fight and collapsed on the ground.

Blood Axe pulled out a potion from his waist, tilted his head back and drank it after uncapping, then he tore a piece of cloth from his body, dampening it with water and covering his mouth and nose with it.

Staying in the fog for too long would impair his senses and hinder his ability to discern direction. However, by noticing from which direction the carrion were coming he could still figure out his location.

His gaze swept towards the direction of the advancing carrion, searching for the silhouette of the ‘Necromancer’.

It was said that mages have frail bodies, so as long as he could get to the Necromancer and kill him, the problem would be solved.

Blood Axe’s countenance began to darken and look upset.

He shouted out loud, “The guy manipulating the undead is right in front of us. Whoever can still stand, come and kill with me. Behead him, reward of gold coins.”

“Alright.” Sparse voices of agreement came from around him, indicating that not many people were able to move anymore.

Blood Axe pushed off with his foot and headed straight towards the enemy.

His battle axe continued to swing, cutting the advancing carrion into two halves and splintering them.

But after moving forward a few meters…

He abruptly halted, holding his battle axe in front of his chest.

Clang~!

A flaming long sword slashed through the fog and struck the handle of his battle axe.

The metallic resonance was deafening.

The immense force pushed Blood Axe back a step.

Before he could regain his footing, a buzzing sound filled the air again, the poison spread with the wind, and a leg wearing armor swung towards him.

Blood Axe’s body instantly tensed up, gritting through the adversary’s blow to his ribs.

His body moved another two steps to the left.

He looked forward with a start.

Two figures stood in front of him, one wore iron armor with a flaming sword in his hand, the other was a skeletal figure with exposed iron-gray bones and armor hanging around his waist, extending down to his thighs.

Crack! Crack!

Blood Axe cracked his neck, the sound of bone friction filled the air. He sneered, “Mages are indeed afraid of death, leaving two guards by their side.”

The two skeletons in front of him were different from the carrion earlier.

Judging from their previous exchange, their strength was on par with his.

These kinds of elite warriors, regardless of their organization, could attain a high position.

But now, they could only serve as the undead attendants of a mage.

The mage’s identity was obviously not simple either.

But none of that mattered, the Hammer Party had been besieged multiple times and was even posted on the Professional Association.

Siege was their only choice.

Regardless of the enemy’s background, it didn’t matter.

Since they dared to participate in this war, their only outcome could be death.

No one answered Blood Axe’s words in the dim night.

He glanced at the figures in front of him and rushed forward again with his battle axe.

The axe swung wide in the air, he avoided the poison fog and chopped at the figure blocking his way.

The Blazing Blade held a flaming sword and engaged him in battle, while Bawudong weaved around the side of the beastman, constantly exploiting gaps to attack special locations like the knees, lower back, and ribs.

They continuously danced around Blood Axe, delaying his advance.

As time passed, Blood Axe’s face became harder to read.

The sounds of combat in the poison fog had reduced, indicating that not many of his subordinates were left.

Even though he was robust and could resist the poison’s effects better, prolonged exposure was intensifying the poisoning effect.

His mind was alert, but his body could not keep up.

His opponents had found a few opportunities and left several wounds on his body.

These wounds turned purple and began to rot as they came into contact with the poison fog, further affecting his fighting capability.

Splurt~!

Blood Axe looked at his deformed arm and rotting abdomen, cursing in a low voice, “Necromancer, could you do anything more than hiding like a rat? Do you dare come out? I’ll let all three of you attack me.”

His voice echoed in the night sky yet received no response.

Blood Axe continued to yell, “You are nothing more than a scared reptile, filthy scum.”

He shouted, making a fake charge forward, then abruptly turned around and howled, “Retreat.”

He made one charge, ramming the iron-gray skeleton at his side, and ran towards the city gate.

He was fast.

Contemptuous of whether his subordinates had heard him or not, he sprinted with his battle axe.

However, when he reached the city gate…

Blood Axe’s expression suddenly changed.

The towering city gate was shut, with dozens of carrion blocking the entrance like defending guards.

At the very start when the poison fog spread across the field, the gate was closed, severing the Hammer Party from entering.

The carrion obeyed orders and shut the gate without anyone noticing.

Blood Axe turned around wanting to climb the city wall and retreat.

But by then, the Blazing Blade and Bawudong had caught up from behind, trapping him in the archway of the city gate.

Nowhere to escape now.

Blood Axe’s face turned even more ferocious. He cut down the carrion who came close, tore off the scarf, took two big gulps of two potions.

He yelled coldly, “Come on, today I’ll slaughter all of you.”

…

At this time, the poisonous fog still pervaded the field.

The sounds of battle were fewer and smaller, replaced by low groans.