A Realistic Mount & Blade Game

Within the Spirit Realm scene, in the castle hall constructed of stone and wood, the battle was nearing its end.

The ending of the battle was predetermined from the start.

The ground was littered with fragmented corpses, and everywhere was covered in dark red, foul-smelling blood.

But without exception.

These fragmented corpses and foul-smelling blood all originated from the demon monsters hiding here.

Whether they were winged imps or a group of equally dark red-skinned, but even skinnier, small fiends resembling dwarves, they were all utterly vulnerable.

At least for the Swadian infantry and light infantry, they were now caught up in a killing frenzy.

They had already discarded their polearms and directly drawn their hand-and-a-half swords or Germanic swords.

Their left hands held shields to block the demons' counterattacks.

Their right hands swung their swords forward.

Accompanying the desperate screams of the imps flapping and leaping forward, was the splatter of blood.

Any imp that dared to approach would be directly cut down on the spot.

Not to mention the small fiends, the lowest of the demon race, just barely escaping their soul-worm form, the lowest of demons, basically lacking any ability to fight back, and would be instantly killed upon confrontation.

If the winged imps could be considered the lowest-level cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Then the small fiends, who could only be considered slaves or serfs within the demon race, were utterly vulnerable.

Even the mercenary sentries, who were weaker in close combat, dared to take their iron-spiked clubs and swing them wildly at the heads of the small fiends who dared to approach.

Instantly killing those thin, short fiends who could only scream in terror!

Oh, and there were also the peasants and bandits.

They were killing with even greater enthusiasm.

Except for a few hellhounds that posed a greater threat, which were dealt with by the Swadian infantry and light infantry.

The remaining few imps, and a large number of small fiends, were basically all killed by the peasants and bandits.

This was also Shen Mu's arrangement.

To increase the battlefield experience of these peasants and bandits, so that they could level up as quickly as possible.

"Low-Tier Battlefield Supply Art!"

Shen Mu then extended his left hand, gently stroking the silver ring on his thumb.

At the same time, he communicated with the system in his mind.

'Buzz!'

Then a special fluctuation suddenly appeared.

Countless fragments of data streams formed a white light that flashed across Shen Mu's brow.

Then, beside Shen Mu, in the already emptied quivers on the backs of the mercenary sentries holding spiked clubs, 20 more crossbow bolts quietly appeared.

This represented the low-tier battlefield supply magic from the Empire of Einherjar within the Winds of War taking effect.

So these mercenary sentries hung their blood- and brain-splattered spiked clubs back on the hooks at their waists.

Reaching back and picking up their light crossbows, they once again slotted the bolts into the firing grooves.

The cold light of the crossbow bolt tips aimed outward.

These mercenary sentries also vigilantly watched their surroundings.

As long as any abnormal situation dared to threaten Shen Mu, whom they were protecting, they would immediately pull the trigger and fire the crossbow bolts from their light crossbows again!

"The battle can be considered over."

Of course, Shen Mu appeared very calm about it.

After releasing the effect of the Low-Tier Supply Ring.

Shen Mu took two steps forward, looking at the small fiends and imps who had basically been cleared out and were still being hunted down in many rooms, his expression showed little emotion.

This battle did not exceed his expectations.

His current troops, when placed on the Calradia continent, could be considered a main force.

After witnessing the demon force led by a Horned Demon in the previous corridor, Shen Mu did not believe that his troops would be unable to defeat the remnants of the demon force who had already lost their absolute combat power and commander, the Horned Demon, and would retreat in disarray!

Just like now, as the demons were mostly cleared, the entire castle hall quieted down.

But the dialogue box did not pop up on Shen Mu's retina.

This indicated that the battle was not over.

There were still surviving demons hiding in hidden rooms or corners, not found by the Swadian peasants or bandits who were chasing them.

"Have them search again, search carefully," Shen Mu instructed to the side.

"Understood," a mercenary sentry nodded, then turned and walked towards the Swadian peasants and bandits, temporarily acting as a messenger to convey Shen Mu's orders.

Then those peasants, holding wooden sticks and pitchforks, and even stones, suddenly became excited.

Including those bandits holding butcher knives, each and every one of them was eager to prove themselves.

This was their chance to show their worth.

If they could find and kill all those weak demons, wouldn't that prove their value in Lord Shen Mu's eyes?

"Find those demons!"

So these peasants and bandits scattered out even more excitedly, their spirits extremely high.

Even to the real warriors, the Swadian infantry and light infantry, they seemed somewhat cute and amusing.

They conveniently found places to stand, vaguely forming a circle, protecting Shen Mu in the middle.

However, Shen Mu pushed aside the protection of these infantry and light infantry, and instead took the initiative to walk out of the protective circle, looking up at the castle hall made of stone and wood, filled with stone domes and stone pillars, his expression curious.

This was the first time he had truly seen and touched the architecture of the Spirit Realm humans.

He was still very curious in his heart.

"The races of the Spirit Realm, if you don't consider the gods and transcendent powers, are basically at the civilization level of the Middle Ages, and some are even slightly inferior."

Shen Mu thought of the information that his predecessor had learned.

He conveniently followed the edge of the castle hall, the wall roughly piled up with large pieces of stone, reaching out and touching the cold stone, his eyes also thoughtful:

"In this case, whether it is the Mount \u0026 Blade Warband world or the Mount \u0026 Blade Bannerlord world, in the face of the civilization of the Spirit Realm races, they are not at a disadvantage…"

Shen Mu paused slightly as he thought of this.

Because he looked at the narrow wooden staircase in this castle hall leading to the higher floors.

The overall appearance was similar to the staircase in his stronghold's main house.

But the specifications were larger.

It was also a spiral staircase converted from the round tower, which was itself a solid defensive structure.

At this time, there was still a burst of shouts and screams coming from within.

It was the sound of the peasants and bandits searching above, finding the hiding imps or small fiends, happily working together to hunt down these demonic creatures.

"Lord Shen Mu, please wait a moment, let us go up and take a look."

Just as Shen Mu wanted to enter the spiral staircase and head towards the position where he seemed to have a faint special throbbing in his heart, two Swadian infantrymen reached out and stopped Shen Mu's movement.

They said softly, then drew their combat hoes, this smaller, more flexible one-handed weapon, and rushed up first.

Only after confirming that there was indeed no danger did a positive voice come from within the tower:

"Safe."

"Mm," Shen Mu nodded, and then entered the tower.

Following the spiral staircase, he slowly walked towards the higher place, especially the place where he seemed to have a faint special throbbing in his heart.

That was the second floor of the castle hall.

It should be the private domain where the lord or noble, in short, the owner of this castle, usually lived.

When Shen Mu walked up, the two Swadian infantrymen took the initiative to push open the door.

'Buzz!'

Right before Shen Mu's eyes.

Right in the center of this second floor.

A white crystal, wrapped in countless dark red lines, was suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating, releasing a special wave.

And it was this special wave that was faintly attracting Shen Mu to come to this second floor!

Shen Mu clenched his fist, he certainly knew what this was:

"The most important thing in a Spirit Realm scene…"

"The scene… core!"

Shen Mu even swallowed.

It is said that as long as you master this thing, you can obtain the power of time and space.

If you encounter a Spirit Realm race sealed by time and space, then you can rely on this core, that is, the crystal floating in mid-air, to dissolve more of the time and space seal, allowing more Spirit Realm creatures to follow you!

This kind of thing is basically priceless, and there is a general term for it on Blue Star——

Spirit Realm Mark!