Chapter 409: Chapter 423: Fortress Assault and Defense
The old knight wanted to say more, but the Elven Ranger had already turned around to face the two Berserk Demons rushing toward him. His dual blades struck continuously against the enemy’s Battle Axe and Longsword, forcing the heavy weapons off course and revealing a small gap. The Elf flashed through, slipping into the gap, and his Scimitar chopped and slashed at the Demons, each strike landing in the gaps of their armor.
The Demons tossed aside their heavy weapons, trying to grab the slender Elf with their claws. Talasher leaped violently up and out of the ’embrace’ of the two large toads. Now unscathed, while his enemies not only had several deep, bone-showing, blood-gushing wounds but were also empty-handed.
Lancelot did not need to continue watching to know that in another two rounds, the Demons would die from excessive bleeding, and the Elf would not be missing a single piece. Not far away, Bruto had just overturned another Berserk Demon, followed by the Dwarves’ favorite part; and Alamir was crying out as he smashed an Aberrant Demon into a pulp—simply because it was too ugly, something Shuni’s Priest couldn’t stand at all.
He shrugged his shoulders, swung his Great Sword fiercely, and chopping it down on a claw that had just climbed up the fortress wall. The claw’s owner howled as it fell, while the Human Knight was already lunging at another target. The frost-emitting Great Sword was raised high, stirring up waves of pus and severed limbs, leaving only the shattered figures of Demons and the incredulous eyes of the surviving defenders in its wake.
Similar scenes unfolded in many places, the prowess displayed by the sudden reinforcements was astounding: each of them was no less capable than the strongest warriors among the defenders, some even seemed like heroes from legendary tales had come back to life. The lost walls were gradually recaptured, the Demons that had slipped into the fortress were swiftly cleaned out, and the defenses that had almost collapsed became stable once more.
When Kaladrey performed a signature slash, someone finally couldn’t help but cry out that name:
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“Sunset Slash, that’s Sunset Slash! The signature move of Monsoon Warrior Kaladrey Yuyong!”
“How… how is that possible? Wasn’t that move lost?”
“Wait, look at the emblem on his cape… and that Longsword in his hand, that’s Kaladrey!”
“Haha, looks like quite a few people still remember me,” Kaladrey was suddenly in a very good mood, “Friends, Cang Ye and her minions won’t be getting anything today!”
“Look over there! That’s…”
“Moonshadow Strike! It’s Velodis, the Moonshadow Ranger!”
More and more heroes were recognized, and the defenders could hardly believe their eyes. Although the troops stationed here were primarily humans, they were just as familiar with the legendary tales circulating in Androlina. Among these powerful reinforcements, heroes who had long passed away in history had appeared! Numerous people were all pondering the same question: What in the world was going on?
The fierce battle continued, and the returning heroes naturally had no time to explain why they were there, but the morale of the defenders swelled to unprecedented levels, the fortress became like a rock planted in the sea that, no matter how the waves of Demons beat against it, stood unyielding.
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In the main camp of the Demon Legion, the Mother of Demons was silently floating in midair. Under the etheric wind that mortals could not feel, her plain, semi-translucent mourning robe gently fluttered, and behind her, horrifying illusions of piles of skeletons, mountains of corpses, and twisted monsters were projected intermittently, as if the evils of the Multiverse were manifesting physically beside her.
“Oh, great Mother of Demons!” a Quasimodo Demon, lying on the ground and continuously trembling, said to her, “Legion Commander Abbarhas reports, he, he needs reinforcements…”
Cang Ye, hidden behind her veil, moved her head slightly and glanced at the small demon sent to deliver the message. With a slight lift of her hand, the green-skinned Quasimodo Demon burst with a ‘puff’ into a puddle of bile-like pus on the ground.
Not far from there, a Temptation Demon that had been pacing anxiously back and forth suddenly stopped because the voice of the Mother of Demons directly resonated within its heart.
“Abbarhas, send out all your subordinates.”
“But, but, my cannon fodder is already exhausted.” The Temptation Demon closed its eyes, respectfully responding through the mind link, “It seems some formidable reinforcements have arrived at the garrison in Pascaler…I cannot…”
“Send out all your subordinates,” the Mother of Demons’ voice repeated coldly.
“Great Mother, even if we all charge, we can’t capture that fortress.” The Temptation Demon tried to argue, “Let Sniel send up his Soul Wailing Legion’s cannon fodder, just to wear down the garrison’s strength a bit more…”
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“You said you would deliver Pascaler to me, but the fortress gates remain tightly shut to me,” Cang Ye interrupted mercilessly, “‘Bonebreaker’ Abbarhas, you have already failed. Sniel’s people will be behind you, not in front. You are the cannon fodder of the Soul Wailing Legion; that is your only purpose now. Do as I say, now, or would you prefer to join your predecessors in the dungeon?”
“Certainly not! I mean, as you command…”
The Temptation Demon opened its eyes, and its lieutenants, aware that their commander had just been conversing with the Mother of Demons, looked at it with questioning gazes.
“Lord Abbarhas, what did the Mother of Demons say?”
One of the lieutenants asked, a fellow Temptation Demon, though smaller in size. Abbarhas angrily wanted to tear the lieutenant before him to shreds, but his face exhibited a confident expression as he answered:
“The Mother of Demons says her prior arrangements are about to succeed! An explosion will occur inside the fortress at any moment—flames and magma will kill all the defenders!” The voice of the Temptation Demon commander was filled with instigation, “The Mother of Demons orders our entire army to charge, not giving the defenders any chance to discover her preparations! The Mother of Demons also said, whoever’s squad is on the walls, she will personally promote them! Get moving now, don’t leave any glory for Sniel and those idiots under him!”
“Oh, oh, oh!” His lieutenants let out an excited howl, scrambling to rush to their troops, driving the elite of their legion into battle and leaving their commander behind.
“A bunch of idiots.”
The expression on the Temptation Demon’s face changed from fervor to a cold sneer. On the surface, his lieutenants maintained their respect for him, but the moment they heard about a chance for promotion, each was more eager than the last. The sound of the charge being initiated came from afar, and as Abbarhas turned his head, he saw it was from Sniel’s ‘Soul Wailing’ Legion; their cannon fodder followed behind their main force, all rushing towards the fortress together.