Chapter 693: Chapter 295: The Unshakable Steel Army of Weilu City, Misfortune Appears_3

Wherever they passed, even the earth shattered beneath their feet.

At the same time, 12 and 13-level demons, although slightly weaker, emerged in massive numbers, swarming like locusts.

"Not good!"

The Goddess of Misfortune spoke with a heavy tone.

"It’s using blood talismans for sacrifice, completely tearing apart the rules!"

"Master Lear, I’ll do my best to block it! The Tyrant Monarch can only sustain for half an hour at most... if we can hold out for that half hour, the rift will collapse on its own!"

As the words fell, the blood-red mist began to surge. In no time, it completely enveloped the sky over Katana.

The demon army fell directly from the sky, entering the city for slaughter... the roars of warriors and the clash of weapons echoed across the battlefield.

The tide of 15-level Tyrant Demons under the Tyrant Monarch surged, burning spears piercing the city walls, with spiked thorns breaking inch by inch.

Though the Cold-blooded Cavalry were unmatched in bravery, every strike suppressed the Tyrant Demons, yet the numerical disadvantage made the slaughter endless.

The Ancient Tree Guardians were besieged, branches breaking. The arrows of the Dark Night Hunters, though precise, struggled to stem the demon flood.

The Wetland Angels, though ultimate soldiers, were limited by the temple’s range, hindering full coverage of the battlefield.

"Your Majesty, the pressure on the walls is too high, and demons are pouring in endlessly around!"

Isa rode the Swamp Giant Horned Deer up the city wall, speaking urgently.

Lear glanced over, sensing the number of Tyrant Demons emerging from the spatial rift had exceeded tens of thousands, and was still increasing.

The Tyrant Monarch’s clear goal— not to destroy Katana, but to annihilate his army completely, to weaken the foundation, making the strategic value of defending the walls very low now.

"All forces, heed the command!"

Lear declared solemnly.

"The Cold-blooded Cavalry abandon the walls, form battle formations for assault, concentrate the Ancient Tree Guardians at the center, the Dark Night Hunters attack from the treetops, Wetland Angels defend the temple!"

Though he couldn’t wield divine power, his army, forged into a iron-blooded elite by his own hand, must hold off the Tyrant Monarch’s claws in this battle!

Half an hour... do you think you can destroy my army with this?!

"Yes!"

Isa accepted the order and swiftly went down.

The 60 squadrons of Cold-blooded Cavalry divided into three formations, starting their best charge combat.

If the demon legion dared to intervene, they’d taste the horror of the heavy cavalry.

And the aim was to kill living forces, if they didn’t intervene, this purpose couldn’t be achieved, so faced with tough options, they had to push forward.

Demons had a fair amount of long-range power, but the Rock Heavy Armor was too uncanny, providing perfect protection in such brutal combat.

Minimizing casualties for the Cold-blooded Cavalry.

The demon’s long-range forces were the primary targets of the Dark Night Hunters, compared to them, these sniper-like precise archers were deadlier, their long-range advantage allowing Weilu City’s army to manage comfortably.

The Ancient Tree Guardians converged in the center, branches smashing like heavy hammers, crushing demons upon approach.

The Dark Night Hunters stationed on top, relying on the Ancient Tree Warriors’ steadfast combat to rapidly shoot down enemy forces.

Arrows rained densely, precisely harvesting.

The Wetland Angels and Doomsday Angels contracted above the temple, guarding its safety.

The followers all hid back in the buildings sealed by the Starry Sky Vine.

Apart from a few structures torn by demons, others remained intact. Amidst the intense battle, few cared for these powerless lambs.

"Kill!" The roar of Cold-blooded Cavalry shook the sky, Rock Heavy Armor enduring spears, war sabers slicing down, Tyrant Demon flesh flying. The robust melee of the Ancient Tree Guardians made demons unable to advance, the long-range strikes of the Dark Night Hunters tore through enemy lines. Weilu City’s army stood rock-solid like an unmovable fortress, firmly anchored, the Tyrant Demon’s offensive fiercely suppressed.

Time ticked away, and within the blood mist, the Tyrant Monarch grew more furious.

"You worms, you must die, must die!! I’ll turn you all into blood mud!!"

Lear stood before the temple, hearing but not responding, continuing to orchestrate the army’s fight.

Curses were the weak’s wails.

His will was like steel, managing the army with precision.

Though the demon army was fierce, within the well-trained army of Weilu City, they were like colliding with an iron wall, suffering heavy casualties.

Once abandoned defending the walls, the army’s agility greatly improved, reducing casualties significantly.

And in the Long Thorn Mountain Range, rescue operations were rapidly progressing.

Though many villagers perished, facing external terrifying threats, shallow believers surged, rapidly restoring the power of faith, offering Lear a bit of solace.