The sky was gloomy.
The clouds were swirling.
The undead army from Hell brought a chilling temperature, making the entire beach feel like a winter swamp, causing involuntary shivers.
Mueller exclaimed in surprise, "Captain Hog is here!"
"Good timing, just a bit late."
Andreas glanced back at the large number of wounded behind the defense line. If not for the Lazarus Potion, at least eighty percent of these individuals would succumb to their injuries later on, even if they hadn't died now.
He leaped out of the trench filled with corpses, shouting, "Everyone, pick up your weapons and do not fear those seemingly terrifying spirits; they are vengeful ghosts from Hell targeting the Saracens."
"Summon your courage, warriors of Eira Port, seize this opportunity, and wipe out those damned robbers!"
With that shout, Andreas charged forward, with several of his attendants initially intending to stop him but ultimately biting their lips and following.
