Chapter 10

（Just a reminder, Chapter 9 has been revised, and the word count has increased to over 3,000 words. If you are not reading the 3,000-word version, please go back and re-read it to ensure continuity.）

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"All cavalry, charge with me!"

In the next moment, feeling the situation was not good, Mordred immediately drew his sword, pointing it at the sky, and issued his command with the air of a king.

"Charge!"

Following Mordred's command, the nearly ten-thousand-strong army immediately sprang into action, producing a thunderous roar as they charged at the zombies with the force of a storm.

If it were a group of ordinary civilians on Loch's side, they would probably have wet their pants just from the sight and sound of it.

"Hmm? Not bad decision-making, but I have the technological advantage here!"

Loch looked at Mordred with some appreciation. If it were the previous Dagoneet, he would probably still be standing there dumbly, waiting for Loch to make the first move.

As Mordred's troops rapidly approached, the mindless zombies at the front, sensing the vibrations, began to break free from Loch's intimidation and charged forward in a frenzy.

However, these unarmed and unarmored zombies were no match for the charging cavalry. They were mercilessly beheaded, impaled, and fell to the ground.

But soon, Mordred's soldiers discovered that as long as the rebels' heads were not cut off, even severing their arms or disemboweling them would not stop them. More terrifyingly, anyone caught by these zombies would inevitably be devoured.

This enemy, completely defying common sense, even made the elite knights of King Arthur's direct command feel fear, and the ordinary knights were already beginning to show signs of fear.

"Fire!"

At this moment, Loch's command echoed across the battlefield!

Bang! Bang! Bang! ...

In the next moment, following Loch's commanding order, the catapults, operated by the secondary zombies, quickly launched massive meatballs.

"Watch out for the sky!"

Mordred and Agravain shouted simultaneously. Under their warnings, the rear knights raised their shields toward the sky, fearing that the meatballs would hit them.

However, what no one expected was that these twenty meatballs instantly burst in the air, releasing large amounts of blood and rotten flesh. In an instant, the strong smell of blood and decay filled the entire battlefield, evoking the image of a large number of rotten eggs placed in a pool of blood. The actual smell was even more pungent.

"Ugh, what is this smell!"

"Ah! So foul, so disgusting! Ugh..."

Although most of these soldiers were battle-hardened, they had never smelled such a strong odor of decay. As for the newly recruited young volunteers, they were even worse off, discarding their weapons to cover their noses with their hands.

They never imagined that this was the "biological weapon" Loch had prepared for them in advance—a "foul human flesh bomb" made from blood, rotten flesh, rotten eggs, and rotten vegetables.

In modern times, this smell, similar to that of rotten eggs, is known as hydrogen sulfide. Anyone with some knowledge of chemistry knows that it is a highly toxic substance, and inhaling a small amount of high-concentration hydrogen sulfide gas can be fatal.

So, this "foul human flesh bomb" not only made the enemy unable to fight due to its intense stench but also had real toxicity and irritancy. Although the concentration was not enough to kill the enemy on this vast plain, the effects of mild poisoning would gradually become apparent as the battle continued.

But the most heinous thing was that this terrifying "biological weapon" had no effect on Loch and his zombie horde. As zombies, they no longer needed to breathe, their blood no longer flowed, and they had no sensation of pain. Therefore, hydrogen sulfide gas was completely ineffective against them.

"What a despicable enemy." Agravain, pinching his nose at the nauseating smell, could not help but say.

"Second wave! Load the ammunition!"

At this moment, under Loch's command, the catapults began to load for the second wave.

"Damn it! The enemy still has those dirty bombs! Morale is completely broken! Order everyone to retreat!"

At this moment, Mordred made a difficult decision. With the helmet created by his magic, he could avoid the stench and make the correct judgment, but his soldiers were not so fortunate.

"Yes, sir!"

Agravain, who was by Mordred's side, though reluctant, gritted his teeth and raised the retreat flag.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

"Run faster in front! I can't stand this smell anymore!"

Seeing this, the soldiers, who had already lost all fighting spirit, ran with all their might, clearly unwilling to stay in this foul-smelling environment for even a second.

"Your Majesty, they are fleeing!" Dagoneet reminded Loch.

"Those commoners don't matter. You go and keep Mordred here; I think he will be very useful to us." Loch nodded and said.

"Yes, sir!"

Dagoneet respectfully nodded, then raised his sword and shield, stepping on the shoulders of the many dazed zombies, and charged forward.

"Dagoneet?"

Because of Dagoneet's sudden charge, Mordred and Agravain immediately noticed him.

"Damn it, is this guy the mastermind? Has he forgotten the glory of King Arthur?" Agravain, pinching his nose, cursed.

"Agravain, you cover the others' retreat. I'll deal with him!" Mordred immediately said, then spurred his horse and charged toward Dagoneet, cutting off the heads of all the zombies in his path with his sword, looking like a unstoppable zombie mower.

"Alright..."

Seeing Mordred's unstoppable momentum, Agravain nodded, though the knight's pride made him feel ashamed, but in such an unfavorable environment, he could not help Mordred much.

"Indeed, impressive."

At the same time, Loch, watching the impending battle of the Knights of the Round Table in the zombie horde, smiled evilly and slowly walked toward the center of the battle. As he moved, all the zombies made way for him, creating a two-meter-wide path. However, no one noticed this strange scene.

"Dagoneet!"

As Mordred approached within a hundred meters of Dagoneet, he suddenly roared and leaped from his horse. In response, Dagoneet also used a zombie's shoulder to jump high into the air.

Clang!!

As the two swords clashed, an incredible sound echoed.

When the two landed, the surrounding zombies had already cleared a huge circle with a diameter of over twenty meters, as if preparing a one-on-one arena for them.

"Dagoneet, why did you betray King Arthur?"

In this strange scene, Mordred calmed his mind, raised his sword, and pointed it at Dagoneet.

However, Dagoneet had lost his ability to speak, only able to make incomprehensible growls, so he chose to remain silent.

"Is this your silence in response?" Mordred said coldly, then swung his sword and charged at Dagoneet without hesitation.

Dagoneet also swung his sword and shield and charged forward without hesitation.

Bang! Clang! Bang! Ding! Clang! ...

For a moment, the two weapons clashed and scraped at various angles, producing a thrilling battle sound, as they engaged in a fierce battle in the zombie-made arena.

"Swish! Swish!"

In this battle, Loch truly witnessed the strength of the Knights of the Round Table. Each clash produced a powerful sword aura that tore apart the surrounding "spectator" zombies, and the earth beneath their feet was already unrecognizable. This was definitely not a normal human battle.

"Who would have thought you were so powerful, Dagoneet! Why did you betray the great King Arthur?"

After fighting for a while, Mordred angrily questioned Dagoneet, as he found himself at a disadvantage in strength, gradually feeling overwhelmed, while his opponent was the relatively unremarkable Dagoneet among the Knights of the Round Table!

"Do you crave this exaggerated power? Do you need me to tell you the reason?"

At this moment, Loch's voice suddenly sounded, and with it, brick-sized stones shot toward Mordred like arrows.

Dagoneet, as if already aware, took advantage of Mordred's momentary distraction to retreat into the zombie horde.

"Despicable! To interrupt a knight's duel!"

Mordred angrily shouted, but facing these powerful stones, he, like the living Dagoneet, did not dare to underestimate them.

However, this time, Loch's secondary zombies had already received some training. The stones were powerful and had tricky angles. Although Mordred defended the first few waves, he gradually felt his strength waning.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the young Mordred, due to a small mistake, had his helmet, which seemed never to have been removed, hit off by a stone.

"When did the King of Knights have a daughter? That's not right, I remember Artoria was still a virgin during the Fifth Holy Grail War." Seeing the face identical to his impression of King Arthur, Loch was taken aback.

"My God!"

Agravain, standing nearby, was even more shocked than Loch, becoming as stiff as a wooden statue. He had also joked about Mordred's mask before, but he never imagined that Mordred would have a face identical to King Arthur's.

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