Lord: Sequence Overlord

Chapter 95 The Magic Knight and the Musician
Chapter 94

"Gentlemen, please assemble..."

Benny then produced a cheap signal light that resembled a Kongming lantern.

After the black signal light was lit, the lantern, emitting black smoke, began to rise into the air.

Soon, a signal flare was launched into the sky in the distance; this was a rallying signal from other teams.

Benny took out a jetpack and soared into the air powered by steam jets.

Rosen also pulled out a flight backpack, a steam-powered flight backpack powered by Blazing Shadow Ore.

Because of its high quality and low price, it has become the most common flight equipment in neighboring countries.

Although it has drawbacks such as slow flight speed, difficulty in turning, and susceptibility to damage, it is cheap enough and, as long as it is not used for aerial combat, is the best choice for short-distance rapid maneuvering over terrain obstacles.

Rosen and his group quickly arrived at the location of the signal flare, where a huge piece of assembled plastic sheeting was floating on the sea.

Benny also took out a large number of assembled plastic panels from his spatial ring and threw them down. They landed on the edge of the giant assembled plastic panel, and he pieced the assembled plastic panels he was carrying to the edge, making the assembled plastic panel, which was originally tens of meters in diameter, much larger.

At this moment, several groups of people had already gathered and were resting on this giant assembled plastic board.

One by one, more and more teams gathered here.

Looking at the assembled plastic panels at his feet, Rosen couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

He prepared a ship and placed it in the divine realm for future use.

Those present were all Sequence 8 elites, and there were about a dozen nobles. Could it be that these people couldn't afford an ordinary ship?
Of course not. The reason for choosing assembled plastic panels is that they offer better value for money.

These extraordinary individuals risked their lives to come to the Fishman's Lament Realm, all for money. They wouldn't skimp on anything that shouldn't be skimped on, but they wouldn't spend a penny more than necessary where they could save money.

In less than half a day, all the human extraordinary sequences had gathered.

At this moment, the wizards from each squad came out and brought out all the merman corpses they had previously hunted and killed.

Then, using his extraordinary ability to modify flesh and blood, he stitched all the fishman corpses together.

The last mountain of merfolk corpses floated on the sea surface, its countless drops of blood staining the surrounding ocean completely red.

This was a provocation against the Murloc tribe, and at the same time, it created a favorable battlefield for the all-out war to come.

Since entering the spiritual realm this morning, we can now see the afterglow of the setting sun.

A layer of golden light covered the sea, which somewhat lessened the horror of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood floating on the sea.

However, a closer look beneath the sea reveals that the area directly beneath the mountain of corpses is completely enveloped by shadows rising from the seabed.

Rosen amplified his vision fivefold, then focused his spiritual energy into his eyes to perform the energy technique Condensation.

His eyes were enhanced to the extreme, his vision dispelling the darkness as he looked towards the seabed.

Rosen saw a dense mass of merfolk; at least several million merfolk were gathered directly below the mountain of corpses.

This morning, numerous human squads have hunted down at least two to three million merfolk.

Including the current millions, the merfolk tribe has almost come out in full force.

These ordinary merfolk are cannon fodder; their only value lies in consuming your spiritual energy.

It may seem cruel, but it's actually the right choice.

Because the extraordinary fishmen can't afford to lose; if they lose, the ordinary fishmen will be slaughtered at will.

Instead, they use ordinary murlocs as cannon fodder. If they win, the murlocs' strong reproductive ability will allow the murloc tribe's population to return to its peak in a few decades. So, how to choose between them is not a question.

A dozen or so human wizards dispersed and walked to the corner of the mountain of corpses.

They began to take out the half-finished sorcery array they had set up beforehand, and the alchemical artifacts they had prepared in advance. As blue lightning crackled, the sea, spanning thousands of meters in radius, was filled with countless arcs of electricity.

These electric arcs would only cause a brief numbness for the extraordinary sequence, and might even feel somewhat pleasant.

However, for ordinary fishmen, these electric arcs are enough to damage their fragile eyes.

Even continuous electric shocks are enough to cause an ordinary fishman's heart to stop beating.

Countless fish-man corpses floated to the surface, their eyes wide open in death.

At this moment, the human doctors from each team began to take out various potions that could decompose the fishman corpses and sprinkle them into the sea.

These potions, specifically developed for the merman corpses, quickly decomposed most of them.

The seawater was completely polluted, and even the ordinary fish-men who were lucky enough to survive had no way to survive.

This is why humans have an absolute advantage when facing the Spirit Realm.

Unless the enemy facing the Spirit Realm is overwhelmingly powerful, human superhumans can constantly explore and find ways to counter it.

If the corpses of these ordinary murlocs are not disposed of, the murloc priests of the murloc tribe can turn them into sacrifices.

The Frost Naga that finally awakened from their slumber were far more powerful than those who awoke normally.

Now that millions of ordinary fishmen have died, they have neither consumed humanity's extraordinary spirituality nor become suitable sacrifices.

The extraordinary fishman's desperate plan turned into a joke of throwing his life away.

Driven to the brink, it's time for the merfolk tribe to launch a full-scale attack.

The wizards, having exhausted much of their strength, returned to the top of the mountain of corpses to rest, while the knights from each team began to prepare for the battle.

Without exception, they were all Demon Knights, a very special type of knight.

Normal knights all have mounts, whether it's a ship or a supernatural being, anything that can be ridden is a mount.

However, for the Magic Knight, there is a very small chance of obtaining a mount until at least Sequence 6.

Because the mounts for the Magic Knights are too expensive, most Magic Knights of Sequence 6 cannot afford the appropriate special mounts.

Although these Sequence 8 magic knights are all elites, they can only equip themselves with a full set of magic armor.

Magic armor is different from magical armor. Magical armor is similar to enchanted medieval armor, but magic armor is created by transforming one's own body into an exoskeleton armor, and then using the soul as the body to manipulate the flesh and blood body.

Regardless of its damage output, the Magic Knight's defensive capabilities are at least among the top three.

One by one, muscular men tore off their clothes, revealing that their skin and muscles had metallicized into mechanical armor.

Then, everything from hair and eyes to even the mouth and chest cavity was transformed into weapons.

The last ones stood at the foot of the mountain of corpses, each carrying either a battle axe or a warhammer, with a shield in their left hand and a weapon in their right.

With just a dozen or so magically armed knights, they clearly couldn't stop thousands of merman superhumans.

At this moment, two nobles stepped forward, bringing out alchemical dolls and various musical instruments.

Then, with a microphone in their right hand and a baton in their left, they began to play a magnificent war symphony atop the mountain of corpses. Accompanied by their dolphin-like, resonant voices, what was clearly just a duet between two people transformed into a grand epic of war.

This is not an ordinary symphony and bel canto chorus, but an epic battle song performed by two musicians.

Under the power of spirituality, the war song transforms illusory music into real war scenes.

An ancient city appeared directly around the mountain of corpses, and ancient warriors appeared around the city walls. These warriors, holding shields and spears, slapped their spears against their shields, in response to the epic war songs played by musicians.

(End of this chapter)