Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

Based on rhetoric alone, no one will believe how terrible the enemy really is.

They swung a whole person like a silk scarf, and then slammed into the bodies of the people around them, and four or five people died, and they noticed that one of them had just accidentally ripped off the person's hand or leg, and just looked at it in a daze, and threw it away.

The three-meter Imperialist was particularly presumptuous, and at the moment when he threw the man in his hand, a soldier held a pitchfork and pierced it, but was blocked by the enemy's arm, and the spikes of the pitchfork did not pierce the arm as the soldier thought, but only left a small hole visible to the naked eye, and nothing happened after a few drops of blood.

A two-meter-and-a-half Imperial, visibly enraged, pulled out a giant hammer from his back and smashed it on the head of the stunned soldier, and in an instant, the soldier's skull turned into a puddle of flesh along with his brain.

This is not a battlefield, how can this be considered a battle?

This is hell, called war, but in fact it is just a unilateral ravage by the other side, human life is insignificant in their hands, they are a bunch of crazy people, whether it is an old man, a woman, or even a child, they can kill them without blinking, and then ignore their corpses, and then walk towards the next crowd.

This is the essence of the enemy, a group of powerful madmen, monsters.

Emer was terrified for a moment, then was pulled back by will, telling himself to rush forward, even if someone was on the run.

If they escaped, there would be no one to protect the people behind them, the Godfather, Lala, Friends, and Emello, who were behind them, and if they didn't stop them here, they would soon catch up with the fleeing people, and by that time, the madmen would have killed them all.

He roared as he followed the charging soldiers.

Everyone had fear on their faces when facing that kind of monster, but Emer, his gaze was determined, his expression was serious, and the murderous aura emanated from the pores of his body, and every move proved that he had to kill the enemy.

As he marched, Emel spotted a dead man in front of him, his head had been torn off in half, and his body was covered in blood, but Emel recognized him from the sword in the man's hand, hesitated for a moment, slowed down, lowered his body, and picked up his sword.

Suddenly, at the moment of lowering his body, a boulder fell from the sky, and fell in front of Emel at a distance of less than half a meter, and the person walking in front of him was instantly smashed by the boulder, and the legs of a person who was closer to him were smashed flat under the stone, unable to move.

The

huge impact set off a strong gust of wind, which blew Emer several meters away, and as it fell, the back of his head hit a stone, and suddenly Emel felt that his whole body was not strong, and he was about to faint.

On the opposite side, about a thousand meters of the hillside, was the Imperial, who ran back, not to run away, but to go back and pick up his 'weapon', stones heavier than his own body, like throwing a lead ball, and after a few turns, he threw it towards the center where the soldiers had gathered.

The last thing Emel saw was that everyone was on the run, for he was at the back of the line, and he had stepped on top of him, but those who had stepped on him were light enough to wake him from his imminent fainting state.

In an instant, everyone fled back, and in his own eyes, he vaguely saw that the five Imperials grabbed their weapons and cut off everyone in front of him like chopping vegetables, and before he could see an Imperialist die, the dizziness in his brain had already forced him to faint.

When he woke up, a corpse was lying on top of him, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he struggled to remove the corpse from him, took two breaths of air, and sat up.

But the air was different from what I usually breathed, full of the smell of blood and flesh.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that his body was covered in blood, but not a single drop of that blood belonged to the enemy.

Before you know it, it's evening, and the sunset seems to be dyed red by the blood of all the people present.

The five Imperials were gone, but he couldn't find any trace of them in the bloody corpse, and he walked from beginning to end, seeing corpses with heads that seemed to have been crushed by giant hands lying on the ground, and the severed limbs scattered everywhere did not know where they flew out.

Finally, he stopped next to the corpse, whose head had been half ripped off.

Only then did he understand the captain's good intentions, if he ambushed in the town as he thought, the odds of victory would be zero, those imperial people, no, should be called monsters, those monsters can easily lift a hundred catties of boulders, throw hundreds of meters away, and kill a group of people at once, if they fight in the town, they are estimated to directly punch the walls of the house and shatter it, in that case, all the people in ambush in the house will be killed by broken beams and falling bricks.

If you were fighting on this slope, there should be a chance that a few survivors would have escaped by using the height difference, but in the town, it must not be possible.

But how many people are still alive?

On the other side of the slope is a hell on earth that is as bloody as this one, and there is no way that anyone can escape.

The

only one who survived was the one who fainted to death, and then was covered by the 'deserter' and escaped the catastrophe. ’

Only then did Emel remember that he had not had time to ask the names of the dead present, and he didn't even know what the captain's name was, but now it was too late, the person whose head was crushed and whose head was split horizontally could no longer identify who he was, and it was at this time that he had the opportunity to remember the faces of his comrades who were lucky enough to leave their bodies behind.

Can you change everything yourself?

Does a person who survives by luck have this ability?

His original idea was to let these dead people live happily without being exploited, but how could this ending be considered so-called 'happiness'.

Emer stood on top of his comrade's corpse and could only scream in despair.

But the corpse beside him told him that he couldn't just despair all the time, and only screamed to prove that he was alive.

Emel got back to his feet, clenched his sword, and walked in the direction he had come.

At the top of the slope, he picked up the scabbard, thrust it back, and carried it behind his back.

Battle of Numenting, number of survivors, one.