This situation was both a blessing and a curse for them, as the couple of hundred pikemen simply couldn't withstand the tide-like monsters that felt no pain or fear.
"Cavalry Squad, follow me to lead the enemy away and cover the main force!"
Reynard had noticed that these monsters were clearly drawn to the army, which echoed what My Lord had said earlier about how these pathogen-infected creatures' craving for Flesh was almost an instinctive pursuit. But when he had just tried to lead the Cavalry to draw a group of the monsters to the flank, he had failed. This indicated that something within the monsters was guiding them—otherwise, they wouldn't be able to follow a unified path and resist their instincts.
Reynard was forced to linger on the periphery, watching the monsters, trying to find the key to break the situation.
But the number of monsters was too vast, and they were of all sorts of odd types; finding a leader among them was easier said than done.
