William was already unconscious, his friends and guild masters were either dead, wounded, or scattered to collect things from the dead. Seeing all this made them feel terrible, feel great rage, one that made them release their spirit power uncontrollably like this.
There were ten thousand of them here, almost one-fourth of the entire city's strongest spirit master count. They appeared on top of the hills, coldly looking at the dark masters down below, feeling more disgust and hatred towards them.
"Attack!" Sloth shouted it first, and then everyone followed. They didn't need to say anything else, didn't need to ask about what happened to make things reach such a dire situation.
When they got Lara's distressful call, it was just when William was entrapped in the middle of the enemies. He was safe and sound, and many things changed since then.
If the youngsters put such an effort and did all that to crush the enemies, then it was expected how these old and more formidable masters would do. They all used their top and deadliest techniques from the start and didn't preserve anything.
They joined the fight as if they were fighting the strongest and fiercest enemy they'd ever faced in their entire lives. The barrage of attacks landed, and things changed by then.
The dark masters felt their legs grow feeble and numb, and they struggled to even fight back, or even run away. Tons of them fell in the first few waves of attacks, and then the deadly ballistae arrows landed and claimed more of them.
The tide shifted, and all of them got immersed in killing more enemies. As reinforcements arrived, the masters on the ground became more confident in their ability to pull this through.
Yet dreaming about winning this battle was something out of pure fantasy. Even to the ones like Sloth and city leaders, they all knew this wasn't going to happen.
The dark masters here were a gathering of top-tiered ones, and they knew they had to accept the fact of their lack of power to crush them.
When they thought back towards the incoming monster army, they knew things were going to be bad for them, for the city. They could fight against two monster tides, but not when they got supported by such a scary gathering of high calibre dark masters.
Their main task now was to kill as many of them as possible and use the chaos they caused to pave a path for them to retreat and walk away. But things didn't mean to go down that path for them.
Just after an hour of their arrival, they were this close to giving the order to retreat. They killed enough, and the number of dark masters blocking their path toward the walls and outside was growing thin.
They felt it, they could make it once they left the hills zone. But just before any of them would react, something new developed.
"This…"
"It's the damn crystal!"
The leaders who spotted the opening of the monster gates from these crystals recognised what was going on right on the spot. All of sudden, two gates opened, releasing an explosive wave of monsters from far away.
They were spreading their spirit senses already, and such a big thing didn't escape their senses, didn't escape all the masters here.
Seeing this felt like reaching the seventh heaven and falling deep down the hellish abyss once more. They all looked at each other in silence, knowing dreaming about retreat now was impossible.
As for thinking about pushing forward and killing more monsters… This was far more impossible.
The situation grew worse all of a sudden. The dark master leaders didn't want to use these two crystals now and wanted to wait a bit longer until the other two monster tides would arrive here first.
But they got forced to use them, or else this huge prize would run away. All the masters here were at a high-end stage, and taking them down was enough to weaken the city by almost fifty percent.
"Let's try and push together," Sloth and other high-end masters couldn't help but lean towards such hope. They all knew how fierce and deadly a single monster tide was, and they got two right now.
They weren't in the city, didn't have defences or anything but these hills and mountains. There was nothing in front of these monsters, not to mention the presence of a large number of dark masters who started to flood their way in endless floods.
The first wave of monsters was drawing closer to them. They had to return and fortify themselves in the hills and mountains while knowing this was all futile. They tried to push their way back towards the walls, ending up getting engulfed in facing tons of dark masters.
The latter stopped coming at them from the front, already circled the entire area, and blocked their path for retreat.
"They want to bury us this time," many masters knew the end was drawing near, "then let our death here be glorious and filled with tons of stories to tell…"
"Who said we are going to die here?" Just when everyone lost hope, William's voice suddenly rang from their backs. They all turned to him, even the ones far away on the ground fighting deadly battles against dark masters.
"But…" Sara was the nearest one to him. He wasn't good, didn't look that great actually. His face was ashen white, and his body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
He wasn't in his top condition, not in his good condition at all. Yet he stood tall, and looked at everything happening here, before finally shouting:
"Make sure to open a path to the walls!"
"That's crazy! Don't you see we can't do that?!!" Sloth and other masters shouted from far behind, not sure if he woke up sane and fine, or if he was delusional and terribly hurt his head or something.
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