Lin Feng withdrew his gaze: "We just need to hold out until the reinforcements from Lionheart City arrive."
Isabella nodded emphatically, her eyes burning with resolute fighting spirit: "The defenders of White Tower City will hold out until that day at all costs."
Before he finished speaking, Hel Shadow slowly raised the bone staff in the undead formation opposite him.
A dark purple light burst forth from the crystal at the top of the staff, rising into the sky like an ominous signal flare.
Immediately afterwards, a deep and long horn sounded from behind the undead army, one after another.
The horns sounded from the west gate to the south gate, and then from the south gate to the east and north gates. The horns from all four sides intertwined under the purple clouds, forming a cold command: a full-scale attack.
Hel's figure rose first, stepping on the black mist and ascending into the sky a thousand meters high.
Behind him, the Death Lord, the Bone Dragon King, and the Lich simultaneously took to the air.
On the human side, Lin Feng and Isabella exchanged a glance, and their two figures transformed into golden and blue streaks of light, soaring straight into the sky.
Suleiman and Edmund followed closely behind, and the six level 40 powerhouses also took to the air.
The sky was once again divided into four battlefields, exactly the same as three days ago: Lin Feng versus Hel at a height of 1,000 meters, and Isabella versus Sazar at 800 meters.
The 600-meter mark was a chaotic battle between level 40 powerhouses from both sides, while the 500-meter mark was a battle between Jiang Zhaoyue and Jiang Yelan, who led more than 50 human powerhouses to confront the undead army.
But this time, the most crucial battlefield is not in the sky, but on the ground.
The moment the horn sounded, the skeleton army outside the four walls of White Tower City moved simultaneously.
One million three hundred thousand skeletons surged toward the city walls like a white tide, the cracking sound of bones grinding together filling the air and deafening everyone present.
On the west gate, a hundred siege towers made of white bones began to move slowly, surrounded by skeletons.
On the city wall, after three days of rest, the curse of rain has been dispelled one by one.
The soldiers' status bars have completely returned to normal. Not only are they free from the risk of losing their minds, but even if they die in battle, their souls will no longer be turned into skeletons by necromancy.
"Prepare!"
The grey-robed crossbowmen simultaneously raised their heavy crossbows, the longbowmen steadily nocked their arrows, and the greatswords of the Dawn Crusaders were drawn in unison.
Lin Feng, suspended a thousand meters in the air, looked down at the city wall defense line one last time.
Behind the battlements, Zhao Tiedun was carrying a heavy shield and running towards his designated position, muttering something under his breath.
A female warrior ran past him carrying a one-handed longsword, patted his shield as if to say, "Don't die."
Further away, a young archer was already standing by the crenellation, his quiver hanging on the outside in the most easily accessible position.
He withdrew his gaze, his five fingers suddenly tightened, and he gripped the Wildfire Spear in his hand.
The deep purple clouds overhead were still churning wildly, and a faint ray of sunlight struggled to leak through the gaps in the clouds, casting dappled patterns of light on the city wall.
However, the next second, those spots of light were completely swallowed up by the shadows of the arrows flying all over the sky.
The siege has begun.
...
The moment the horn sounded, the sea of bones outside the west city wall stirred.
Fifty thousand skeleton soldiers marched forward simultaneously, and a gray-white wave slowly rolled toward the city wall from three miles away.
Ten thousand undead soldiers, mingling with the skeletons, wielded bone knives and shields, their steps more orderly and faster than the skeletons themselves.
Deep within the ranks, over a hundred shadowy figures moved and roamed among the skeletons.
Those were level 25 elite units, Death Knights. The skeletal warhorses they rode were also made of bones, with ghostly blue soul fire flickering in their eye sockets.
This was merely the first wave of probing troops. Behind them, a massive army of skeletons and undead pressed in like dark clouds, ready to fill any gaps in the battle line at any moment.
With a dull tremor from the ground, one hundred bone siege towers, surrounded by an army of skeletons, began to slowly advance.
The massive bone rollers at the base of the tower relentlessly crushed the broken bones on the ground, producing a teeth-grinding crushing sound, like the chariot of death, approaching the defenses of White Tower City step by step.
The undead archers on the tower's platform had already drawn their bone bows, and the first batch of arrows was nocked.
Behind the siege towers, more than two hundred skeletal mortars were slowly adjusting their angles under the control of necromancers.
"The siege tower has entered the 1200-meter range!"
The lookout on the city wall squinted, his voice cutting through the wind.
"Catapults! Ballistae! Ready!"
On the city wall, the commander in charge of long-range firepower raised his command flag and swung it down sharply, shouting, "Target: Bone Siege Tower—Fire!"
On the high platform behind the city wall, hundreds of catapults simultaneously emitted a muffled volley.
The giant rock, enveloped in the pale golden light of holy water's blessing, streaked across the deep purple clouds overhead and crashed like a meteor into the advancing siege tower of white bones.
At the same time, heavy crossbow bolts from the ballista positions tore through the air with a piercing whistling sound, the holy water smeared on the shafts leaving pale golden trails in their flight.
The first salvo was terrifyingly accurate.
Three massive stones simultaneously struck the middle section of a bone siege tower, causing the tower to tremble violently. The bone spikes on its surface were smashed to pieces, and bone fragments flew everywhere.
However, the tower did not collapse, and the cracks that had been smashed were repaired at a visible speed by the infusion of magical power from the core of the bone tower.
Immediately afterwards, two heavy crossbow bolts pierced through the crack, penetrating the spiraling bone staircase inside the tower and pinning an undead warrior who was climbing it to the bone wall.
But the tower continues to move forward.
"Keep firing!" the commander waved the flag again, "Shoot at its tower platform!"
The catapults adjusted their angle, and the second volley raised the landing point, causing the boulders to crash onto the platform at the top of the tower, crushing several undead archers into pieces.
The crossbow bolts followed closely, piercing the bone railing at the edge of the platform and shooting another archer off the tower.
However, there were simply too many siege towers. With a hundred advancing simultaneously, the Terran ranged firepower on the walls was simply insufficient to suppress all targets at the same time.
The catapults could not keep up with the siege towers' advance speed, and although the ballistae were accurate, they could only target one target at a time.
After losing several siege towers, the remaining ninety-odd towers continued to advance.
"The 800-meter line!" the lookout shouted again.
The skeleton mortars began to roar, with more than two hundred skeleton mortars firing simultaneously.
A gray energy blast shot out from behind the sea of bones, arcing high through the city wall, clearing the crenellations, and crashing into the city behind the wall.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The shockwave spread in all directions.
An energy blast exploded near the supply line, and several county soldiers who were carrying arrows were hit by the shockwave and fell to the ground. Blood gushed from their wounds, staining the city bricks beneath their feet.
"Disperse the transport!" the logistics officer shouted at the top of his lungs. "Don't all take the same route! Stay close to the wall!"
Inside the city, the county soldiers' transport team began to break up into smaller groups, pushing wheelbarrows and moving forward in alleys along the inner side of the city wall.
However, the energy projectiles have such a wide coverage area that their curved trajectory allows them to bypass the city walls and strike directly behind the walls.
A passage leading to the treatment area was hit by three consecutive energy blasts, and the county soldiers carrying the wounded and the wounded all became motionless.
