Chapter 1121: Chapter 787: Standing Above This Abyss_2
The dark gray bastion, like a cold star that suddenly flared in the Abyss, was about to collide with the onrushing filthy tide in the most brutal of crashes.
The curtain of war had already been drawn open amid the silent killing intent of the defenders and the clamor of the Demons!
The foul Abyssal wind, laden with the reek of sulfur and blood, slammed hard against the cold bastion.
Outside the walls, the filthy tide was surging forward with a momentum of annihilation.
"Loose!"
Raelia’s command was like an icicle, piercing the Demons’ first line of clamor.
At the instant her voice fell, a scalp-numbing roar of mechanisms erupted atop the bastion!
"Wng——! Wng——! Wng——!"
It was not a sparse volley of Arrows, but a Metal storm howling up as dozens of heavy Enchanted Crossbow Cannons roared in unison!
Steel bolts as thick as an arm, etched with Demon-Breaking Runes, tore through the air with shrill screams, slamming hard into the charging clusters of Frenzy Demons at the very front!
"Putsch! Putsch! Putsch!"
The dull sounds of rending flesh merged into one continuous noise.
The massive Frenzy Demons’ vaunted tough hides and chaotic eldritch shields were pierced as easily as cheap leather armor by the Night Watchers’ specially made Demon-Breaking bolts.
The enormous kinetic force hurled their huge bodies backward, toppling a swath of lesser craven Demons behind them.
Foul blood and shattered entrails instantly dyed a wide stretch of scorched earth red.
The Demons knew nothing of formations; they only knew how to swarm together in a black mass and Charge forward.
"Second echelon, free fire! Blanket the center ranks!"
The commander atop the wall spoke with a cold voice, utterly unshaken.
They were long since the Elite of war; even if these Demons were pressed up against their faces, they could still issue orders with cool precision.
The Crossbowmen, already prepared, raised their oddly shaped Alchemy repeating Crossbows in perfectly unified motion.
Pull the trigger!
To be honest, it had been a while since they’d used this kind of Weapon that could fairly be called primitive.
They had previously fielded Magic Power firearms, but due to issues with the Abyssal Environment, they needed to retune and remanufacture Weapons that could adapt.
Some of them were actually nostalgic; their hands had not gone rusty.
Shu-shu-shu——!
A suffocatingly dense chorus of air-tearing sounds rose up.
No longer point-to-point sniping, but a saturating barrage!
Alchemy Armor-Piercing Arrows glimmering faintly like a torrential downpour swept precisely over the Demon ranks beyond the Crossbow Cannons’ impact zone.
The winged Frolo-Demons tried to beat their wings and evade, but their membrane wings were nailed through by the pre-aimed rain of Arrows; nimble little Demons were shredded into sieves beneath the barrage.
The Demons’ Charge faltered; their ranks thinned and broke into chaos to the naked eye.
"Damn! Their ranged... is too vicious!" On the Blood War Fortress watchtower, the Crowman Karas’s voice trembled with disbelief.
He had seen the cruelty of blood-soaked battles, but never such efficient, such merciless ranged slaughter!
The Demons’ numerical advantage, before this Metal storm, seemed almost a joke.
There was no helping it.
The Night Watchers’ previous foes had fielded numbers that couldn’t even begin to compare to these Demons.
They could only resort to this kind of mad, saturating strike.
"Third wave! Throwing munitions, cover the forward edge!" The order came again.
The Night Watcher Warriors who had long been waiting hurled their mountain-like piles of "obsolete stock" down without hesitation.
Boom! Rumble! Boom!
Alchemy incendiary canisters smashed into the blackened ground and burst at once into great clots of viscous, blinding white flame, Igniting the Demons’ fur and the tar-like soil under their feet, forming a leaping wall of fire.
This was professional work, Weapons specialized for dealing with all manner of evil Lifeforms.
Crafted from tailored materials.
Guaranteed to send these Demons straight to heaven—in their own way.
Corrosive canisters of strong acid, relics of the Evil Rat War, ruptured, spreading a pungent yellow-green acid mist that ate into the Demons’ shells and flesh, drawing out wave after wave of agonized shrieks.
Not to mention those heavy rolling logs and boulders tumbling down from on high, smashing the already chaotic Demon ranks into a sprawling tangle of bodies.
The Demons’ Charge was shattered completely a mere hundred paces from the wall by these three precise, lethal, saturating waves of ranged fire!
Their vanguard Elite were almost entirely wiped out, the center ranks lay in utter ruin, and the follow-up troops, confronted with seas of fire, acid fog, and the severed limbs of their comrades, fell into instinctive panic and hesitation.
"Raise Shields! Hold the line! Long Spearmen, prepare to receive! Assault teams, stand by!"
Raelia’s voice rang out again, still as steady as a mountain.
She herself hadn’t even shifted position, simply staring coldly at the Purgatory-like scene below, the massive gray-blue Longbow in her hand hanging slightly low, as if the slaughter just now had nothing to do with her.
This time their objective was to defend the walls, to take a defensive stance rather than attack, so Raelia did not need to Charge in front and become a storm within the enemy ranks.
When the first ragged wave of little Demons and a few Frenzy Demons who had somehow survived the killing ground came howling to the base of the wall, they were met by a forest of steel.
"Shields up!"
Clang! The dark gray great Shields slammed heavily into the ground, instantly linking into an unbreakable Metal embankment.
From the gaps between the Shields, gleaming fine-gold Long Spears shot out like venomous snakes!
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Precise, efficient, lethal.
Every thrust went straight for a vital point, with no wasted movement, no frenzied roars—only silent killing.
The Demons clambering up the wall were easily skewered and pried off by the Long Spears.
For these Demons, the height of the wall actually meant very little; they could easily scale it without any additional aid.
