Ever since the Scourge legions appeared, Spear of Retribution had fully reinforced the city gates, especially the west gate. No one knew when those ferocious monsters would suddenly charge.
The King of Arrogance was invincible wherever he went, and countless astonishing and terrifying rumors circulated. No one was sure if these Kings of Arrogance would have any unexpected ways to attack.
Sharp and ferocious roars sounded incessantly from afar.
On the city walls, heads swarmed. Officers from various units gathered on the ramparts. Xiao Xun, Botu, and Sangqiu, standing at the front, all wore grave expressions, their brows furrowed as they gazed into the distance.
Suddenly, a piercing long cry erupted from afar, like a wolf's howl, like a ghost's wail, sharp and penetrating the air, approaching from a distance.
Listening to the source of the sound, it seemed to be still at the foot of the mountain, but the sharp whistle reached into the clouds, causing everyone's color to change.
The moment it ceased, a roar erupted from the Scourge legions at the foot of the mountain. Countless roars surged into the sky, merging into a force that seemed to overturn mountains and seas, changing the very color of heaven and earth, rumbling forth.
In the whistling wind, a man in a black cloak stood with his hands behind his back, his expressionless face calmly observing the people on the city walls.
In the eyes of heaven and earth, what were humans?
He waved his hand gently, his gaze seeming to pierce through the city.
Beside him, a foul wind blew, and screams of agony finally arrived.
A thick smell of blood enveloped Jetko. Even Posyidor, who was usually languid, appeared anxious.
Although they had anticipated the horror and brutality of this battle against the King of Arrogance, the cruelty of the scene still chilled many soldiers. The Scourge legions had swept in like a storm. Although the officers of various units continuously attacked, unleashing all their weapons and spells with desperation, the immense torrent formed by countless Scourge legion soldiers seemed indifferent to the few enemies. They surged forward like thunder and raging tides, instantly overwhelming anyone in their path. The soldiers blocking them felt helpless, facing an endless black tide. Killing a few hundred barely registered, almost inconsequential.
Thus, the original plan to use the sturdy city to slow the Scourge legions' advance was instantly disrupted by these seemingly cruel and ignorant monsters. The officers led their remaining troops to retreat to the plaza.
When the Scourge legions reached the central plaza, Xiao Xun and the others made a decisive move, concentrating most of their firepower to face the enemy head-on in the vast central plaza. Cannons and magic filled the air, and screams of agony were incessant.
The Scourge legions knew no pain or fear. Countless skeleton soldiers surged forward like a tide, crashing against the miles-wide line of fire with their flesh and blood. In an instant, cold light trembled, strange lights flashed erratically, and terrifying sounds swept over like a dense rain, piercing the depths of one's heart.
Before people could regain their senses, the subsequent monsters had already surged forward again.
Xiao Xun stood at the top of the castle, his expressionless gaze fixed on the plaza for a while longer. Beyond the line of fire, a light wall cast by a priest was being heavily pressed by a black tide. Several weak points were precarious and about to collapse, accompanied by intermittent cries of agony. The smell of blood in the air grew ever thicker.
His brows furrowed, he suddenly looked up. High in the sky, dark clouds hung heavy, and as the wind and clouds rushed, he seemed to catch a glimpse of that mysterious figure.
Xiao Xun stared deeply, and after a moment, turned his head. Bai Yang, who had been following him, stepped forward. Xiao Xun said faintly, "You go!"
Bai Yang responded, and a hexagram swallowed him.
Under his leadership, a group of berserkers charged towards the area where the battle was intensifying.
Among the crowd, the most dazzling spot was the center of the light screen. Posyidor held a trident, as if an ancient sea god had descended, standing proudly in the sky. Within the blue water screen, the trident seemed to transform into a bloody blade of slaughter. Wherever it passed, blood rained down and bones shattered.
Suddenly, a roar erupted from the Scourge legion soldiers ahead. Moments later, thunderous footsteps, like an overwhelming, unyielding black torrent, surged forward once more.
And this time, among the ghoul ranks, in addition to the ferocious ghouls, there were several colossal demonic beasts, their jaws agape and claws bared, charging towards them.
That black torrent, from afar to near, rushed forward with the aura of death, roaring and surging.
The pressure of death seemed to instantly intensify. Shattered bones fell like fine rain, torn bodies were flung into the air, impaled on sharp claws.
The colossal demonic beasts that joined the fray possessed combat power far exceeding ordinary Scourge legion soldiers. The spells of normal magic soldiers seemed to have no effect on them.
With the swift sweep of these demonic beasts' claws, a sea of blood and a storm of flesh instantly appeared. In the blink of an eye, the unprepared soldiers, led by these seven or eight colossal demonic beasts, had their formations broken in several places.
From the high ground, Sangqiu and Botu's expressions changed. Sangqiu frowned and looked at Xiao Xun, only to see Xiao Xun's grave expression as he watched the battle in the plaza. Cries of agony echoed, and his eye twitched faintly, but for some reason, his face remained expressionless, without a word or an indication.
Sangqiu withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a moment, and looked towards the plaza again.
The battle grew more intense. The soldiers in the central plaza knew this was a critical moment. Everyone fought desperately, giving their all. At this point, most of them let out hoarse, hysterical roars that were not much different from those of the Scourge legion soldiers.
The seemingly endless torrent of Scourge legion soldiers surged forward wave after wave, led by those colossal demonic beasts, violently crashing against the light screen of the various units' officers.
Seeing the light screen falter, the young soldiers beside him showing signs of fear, Bai Yang's brow furrowed. He knew that if these demonic beasts were not repelled, the situation would become uncontrollable.
In the arena, the Scourge legion currently had six colossal demonic beasts. However, after the initial panic, most of the elite magic soldiers, in groups of a few to a dozen, had managed to hold these beasts at bay. Although their powerful magic prevented them from winning, and most were struggling, they had ultimately stabilized the situation.
With the combat power of these colossal demonic beasts reduced, the soldiers' courage surged. The previously chaotic situation slowly stabilized.
Xiao Xun and the others wore solemn expressions, their brows deeply furrowed. They observed the fierce battle, the rain of blood, and the instant loss of countless lives.
Xiao Xun watched the battle in the plaza. Among the crowd, the black tide of Scourge legion soldiers that seemed endless was one thing, but those six colossal demonic beasts now seemed to grow stronger with each battle. The elite magic soldiers, though outnumbered, were showing signs of fatigue and were no longer able to resist.
Xiao Xun's expression became solemn. After watching for a while longer, he looked up at the sky again. The endless black clouds in the firmament rolled and churned, descending lower and lower.
Sangqiu coughed beside him and said in a low voice, "Your Highness Swain, given the current situation, perhaps..."