Chapter 888 The Siege Ends, Enemies Retreating
The Irason forces continued their relentless assault, bombarding the southeastern forest with a combination of magical projectiles and explosive canons. The enemy forces, all of them coming from the southeast, faced the challenge of evading the overwhelming barrage while maintaining their formation.
As the explosions echoed through the battlefield, the Elais commanding officer communicated with the hooded leader, "We anticipated heavy resistance, but their artillery barrage is more intense than expected. Stay focused, and let's push through. We can't afford to lose momentum."
The hooded leader, coordinating with his team, acknowledged, "Spread out and minimize exposure. We can't let their artillery dictate the pace of this battle. Once we close in, their advantage diminishes."
The Irason forces, aware of the enemy's attempts to adapt, adjusted their tactics. Reign, observing the magical display of destruction, directed his team, "Theron, monitor their movements. Coordinate with the artillery. We need to exploit any openings created by the bombardment."
Theron, analyzing the situation, relayed information to Reign, "They're dispersing, but some are trying to maintain their formation. The bombardment is disrupting their coordination, giving us an opportunity."
Reign nodded, "Continue the barrage and have more of them fire, use the ones on the other walls as well, we'll press them from all sides. The moment they show weakness, we exploit it."
The Irason forces, utilizing the remaining artillery and magical capabilities, continued the assault. The forest in the southeast, once a concealing advantage for the otherworlders, now became a battlefield of flames and explosions. The Elais forces, despite the challenges, pressed forward, determined to breach the Irason defenses.
"Dammit, if this continues, we lose the advantage we managed to bring by splitting their forces, we need to charge forward with everything we have!" The hooded leader said as the Elais commander clenched his teeth before nodding his head.
"Charge, reach the wall as quickly as you can, this is the best chance we will get at reclaiming the base!"
The Elais forces, braving the relentless bombardment, surged forward with renewed determination. The mysterious team, their identities still concealed under hoods and magical veils, pressed on alongside them. The Irason forces, maintaining their assault, faced the challenge of adapting to the enemy's relentless advance.
Reign, observing the battlefield from atop the walls, realized the precarious situation. "Theron, focus on the concealment array. If we can disrupt their magical veils, we'll expose their positions. This is our chance to turn the tide."
Theron, concentrating on his magical monitoring, responded, "Understood, Reign. I'll target their concealment array. Brace for any counterattacks."
As Theron worked to disrupt the magical concealment, the Elais forces and the mysterious team closed in on the base. The artillery barrage, though intense, couldn't completely halt their advance. The enemy forces, showing resilience and adaptability, maneuvered through the fiery battlefield, determined to breach the walls.
The Irason forces, recognizing the urgency, shifted their focus to repelling the direct assault. The enemies were about to exit the forest, and from then, they would be very close to them and the effectiveness of their artillery barrage would drop immensely.
Puppets, previously used for strategic advantage, were now deployed to engage the otherworlders directly. Blades clashed, spells collided, and the battlefield became a chaotic symphony of magic and steel.
They only had a total of 150 puppets left, which wasn't that much, especially since the puppets were almost all equal to Tier IV fighters, with only 10 being equal to Tier V combatants.
They could only stop the enemy for a short period of time before being destroyed.
"Tch, let's head out, we stop them right at the forest so that the men can continue firing, perhaps we'll be able to kill a couple of more of them with the barrage that way." Reign said as the others nodded their heads.
The base didn't have many arrays in place as they had to dismantle the ones the Elais forces had previously installed. Because of the time constraints, they simply didn't have enough time to place many of them, which meant that although they did have an advantage when fighting in the base, it wasn't a really noticeable one.
As Reign and his team joined the front lines, engaging the otherworlders directly, Theron continued his efforts to disrupt the concealment array. The Elais forces, now in close proximity to the base, faced fierce resistance from the Irason defenders. The mysterious team, determined to capitalize on the diversion, pressed forward with precision and skill.
The blades clashed, and the battle intensified. The Elais forces, despite the relentless artillery barrage, fought with tenacity, their combatants showcasing diverse abilities. The hooded leader of the mysterious team, leading the charge, confronted the Irason defenders directly.
Reign, in the midst of the chaos, engaged the dual-wielding bladesman who had challenged him earlier. The bladesman, fueled by a combination of skill and anger, attacked with ferocity. Reign, drawing upon his own combat prowess, met each strike with precision.
"You, did I hear wrongly or did you call me 'lady' before?" Reign asked with a dangerous smile on his face.
"Oh, you don't like being called that way?" The bladesman asked before blocking a strike and suddenly jumping back.
"Well, no matter, I am not your opponent right now anyway, see ya!" The man said before suddenly charging to the side.
"Not fast enough." Lightning flashed as Reign suddenly appeared to his side and slashed down, causing the man to widen his eyes in shock at the speed Reign had just showed.
Just as the sword was about to strike the man, a large curved blade appeared in front of the sword, blocking the attack.
"Apologies, but I will be your opponent now." The hooded leader said as he stood behind Reign, his large scythe blocking the attack as he held it with both of his hands.
"Tch, fine by me then." Reign said as he suddenly stabbed back with his sword, causing the man to lean to the side to evade before jumping away and staring at Reign.
The ice-wielding swordsman was also nearby, fighting against Lumi, who was employing her illusions and tricks whilst battling against her.
'Lightning, and those swords, what the hell is going on?' The swordsman asked herself as she suddenly froze the area some 30 meters around her, dispelling the illusions and forcing Lumi to show herself.
"Geez, mister, you are not fun to play with." Lumi pouted as she took out an orb and stared at the person whose eyes constricted.
"Mister?"
Lumi acted as if she didn't hear a single word the person spoke as she threw the orb before smiling.
The orb exploded into a blinding flash of light and smoke, concealing Lumi's movements. The swordsman, momentarily disoriented, scanned the area cautiously. To her surprise, Lumi emerged from the smoke unscathed, her figure illuminated by the remnants of the magical explosion.
"Tricky little thing, aren't you?" The swordsman remarked, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh, you noticed! I was starting to think you were all ice and no brains!" Lumi teased, twirling a dagger in her hand that suddenly turned into a gun.
As the banter continued between Lumi and the swordsman, the battlefield raged on. The Irason forces, reinforced by the direct intervention of Reign and his team, held their ground against the Elais and the mysterious team onslaught. The artillery barrage, though effective, struggled to completely halt the advance of the enemy.
Theron's voice resonated through the magical channels, "Reign, I've disrupted a portion of their concealment array. It won't last long, but it should expose their positions temporarily."
"Good work, Theron. Everyone, capitalize on the openings. Hit them hard and push them back!" Reign commanded, taking advantage of the momentary advantage created by Theron's efforts.
The Irason forces, now aware of the enemy's positions, adjusted their strategies. Spells and attacks were targeted with precision, exploiting the weaknesses in the enemy's formation. The mysterious team, caught off guard by the sudden exposure, faced a more formidable resistance.
The artillery strikes once again rained down on them as more forces appeared on the wall.
The Irason commander had decided to gamble and ordered all the men from the west wall to come back and help them out.
His gamble was effective as the enemy truly had no more people on the west side and were attacking with everything they had from the southeast.
"Dammit, who the hell are these guys, there's less of them, but they are stopping us every single time we fight!" One of the people from the mysterious team said with annoyance as the others glanced at one another.
Their leader, who had been locked in combat with Reign, suddenly stopped battling as the swordsman appeared between Reign and himself.
"We should retreat." The swordsman said to the leader who clicked his tongue in annoyance before nodding his head.
"We shall see each other again." The leader said as the swordsman glanced at Reign before whispering a couple of words to him, which caused his eyes to widen.
They all quickly retreated, and Reign, who was absent-minded, gave the order to stop and not pursue them any longer.
"Theron, all of you come to me, there's something we need to discuss."
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