mesbooks Chapter 277 Demonic Talent, Clash of Two Cataclysms!
Chapter 277 Demonic Talent, Clash of Two Cataclysms!
Chapter 277 Demonic Talent, Clash of Two Cataclysms!
Li Guang and the skeleton archers have performed beyond their usual level.
Even so, the Goat-Headed Monster still had a terrifying number of over eighty riders.
However, while the dense fog created by the darkness can obstruct vision, it poses no obstacle to the Ark's Soul Vision skill.
Fang Zhou's deep eyes gleamed with a faint blue light, and he could clearly sense the dense soul fluctuations of the Goat-Headed Monster Legion.
Although these goat-headed monsters could barely see their surroundings in the darkness, their vision was greatly affected, which slowed their movement speed by more than half.
In the darkness, their movements become sluggish, as if they are groping their way forward, losing their previous ferocity.
Fang Zhou took a deep breath, raised the crystal ball in his hand, and gave the order in a deep voice.
"Everyone, fire in rapid succession, following the trajectory of my skeletal spears!"
The skeleton archers, of course, would obey his orders absolutely.
The refuge guards, led by the punitive knight Li Guang, obeyed Ark's command without hesitation.
As Ark unleashed its Bone Spear skill, an incredibly sharp bone spear pierced the darkness like a bolt of lightning.
In the blink of an eye, a mournful cry echoed from the depths of darkness.
Immediately afterwards, a rain of arrows poured down from the watchtower as dozens of skeleton archers fired continuously without pause.
Each arrow traced a perfect arc through the air, landing precisely at the designated spot on the ark.
This sudden rain of arrows was like a downpour, throwing the goat-headed monsters, who had thought they were safe, into chaos.
Countless goat-headed monsters were shot in the darkness, their screams echoing throughout the night.
Each scream seemed to tear at the Black Armored Abyss Knight's heart, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
While the Dark Shroud skill of the Dreadwing is very effective against ranged attacks, its power is limited by the casting distance.
Unless the Winged Demon is willing to take a huge risk and get within 200 meters of the camp.
Otherwise, trying to completely envelop the watchtower with that dark power would be nothing but a pipe dream.
The Black Armored Abyss Knight knew this all too well, but at this moment he could only grit his teeth and bear it.
He squeezed his legs together, and his warhorse seemed to sense its master's will, letting out a loud neigh and charging forward like a black whirlwind.
Finally, after a short but long sprint, he broke through the boundary of darkness, and the world before him became clear and bright again.
The distance to the camp gate was less than thirty meters, which was only a matter of a moment for him at this moment.
He saw the two open doors, as if beckoning him to enter quickly, and a strong desire to conquer ignited within him.
"Kill! Charge in! Kill all who resist!"
The roar of the Black Armored Abyss Knight echoed across the battlefield like the howl of a wild beast, inspiring the warriors around him.
At this command, the darkness around him seemed to come alive and began to churn violently, from which countless goat-headed monsters emerged. These half-human, half-beast monsters had ferocious faces, twisted bodies, and held gleaming spears and javelins.
They let out deafening screams, like demons escaped from hell, and launched a frenzied charge towards the camp gate.
The goat-headed monsters were filled with a desire for victory.
They firmly believed that once they crossed this wooden wall, the humans who had lost their protection would scatter like frightened birds, leaving them to be slaughtered.
This scene has become a set pattern in their countless attacks, and each successful raid has boosted their confidence.
At this moment, they were urging the black monsters below with all their might, their hoarse roars sending chills down one's spine.
Just as the goat-headed monster at the front was about to rush through the gate, it stood up from its mount, ready to let out its triumphant roar.
However, before the sound could be fully uttered, it abruptly stopped, turning into a piercing scream.
For right before it stood a chilling forest of skeletons, their blades gleaming with an icy light, like the scythe of death, silently awaiting every enemy who dared to cross that line.
Beside this forest of guns stood a burly, skeletal warrior—Olav.
He held a pair of huge double-edged axes, the blades reflecting a faint blue light.
With Olaf's inherited war command experience from General Ning Feihu, he was naturally adept at commanding such small-scale battles.
Beside him stood a squad of skeleton soldiers wielding greatswords made of bone.
Although they lack intelligence and are slow to act, they possess an unparalleled advantage—absolute obedience and execution.
Once given a command, these undead creatures will act without hesitation, and nothing in their path can stop them.
kill!
Olaf let out a silent roar, raised the giant axe in his hand, and cleaved downwards.
The spear formation of long-spear skeletons responded immediately, taking firm steps forward in unison.
At that moment, the spear's sharpness, like the first ray of dawn, pierced through the gloom of the battlefield and thrust forward.
The goat-headed monster that had just rushed through the gate let out a terrified scream, wildly waving the spear in its hand, before being pierced by several spears, which also pierced through the black monster beneath it.
As the spear was withdrawn, the goat-headed monster's body fell limply to the ground like a tattered sack, its blood staining the ground red, and it never rose again.
Without a moment's hesitation, the spear-wielding skeletons continued to advance with unwavering steps.
Their formation formed an impregnable barrier, blocking the path of the goat-headed monsters.
The goat-headed monster charged in like a raging torrent, but the spear-wielding skeletons standing side by side remained as firm as unyielding rocks, holding their spears level, their formation imposing, like an insurmountable Great Wall.
Each of the goat-headed monster's attacks only stirred up crimson waves against the solid defense, followed by the terrified screams of the survivors.
They had to retreat, their minds filled with chaos and fear.
As the Black-Armored Abyss Knight watched his wolf-fox-like subordinates retreat from the entrance of the sanctuary, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He raised his black longsword, and a cold, ruthless command followed.
"Charge through, or die!"
The Abyss Knight's words were not to be questioned. Although the goat-headed monsters feared death, they were clearly even more afraid of the Abyss Knight's wrath.
After a series of wild shouts and screams, the goat-headed monsters regained control of the black creatures beneath them, preparing to launch a new attack.
By this time, Olaf had already directed the spear-wielding skeletons to prepare.
They were arranged in two rows, tightly blocking the entrance to the camp.
The spear-wielding skeletons in the front row crouched down, deeply embedding the ends of their spears into the soil beneath their feet. They gripped the shafts tightly with both hands, the sharp tips pointing straight towards the enemy.
The spear-wielding skeletons in the back stood with their feet apart, one in front of the other, and rested their spears on the shoulders of those in front, forming a dense forest of spears. Before their strength reached a certain level, the dense spear formation composed of spear-wielding skeletons had a natural restraining effect on light cavalry like the goat-headed monsters.
The shelter's entrance was less than three meters wide, and six spear-wielding skeletons in each row formed a very dense defensive line.
On either side of the first row of spear-wielding skeletons, there were also many shield-wielding skeletons holding heavy shields.
They acted like sturdy shields, further strengthening the defensive line and ensuring that any enemy attempting to break through would pay a heavy price.
The goat-headed monsters charged close to the spear formation, using the momentum of their charge to throw their short spears with all their might.
This tactic was originally a classic method for light cavalry to counter dense gun formations, using the impact force brought by high speed to increase the penetrating power of projectiles, thereby breaking through the enemy's defenses.
Even the hollow-boned spear-wielding skeletons under Ark's command, while able to ignore some lightweight projectiles, would inevitably suffer some losses in the face of such a rapid offensive.
However, at this decisive moment, the giant shield skeletons that had been silently positioned on both flanks of the gun formation began to move.
The heavy skeletal shields were raised high by their powerful arms, and the air was torn apart by the rapid swinging of the shields, producing a low roar.
As the shields advanced, they formed an impenetrable wall of bones.
When the short spears made contact with the city wall, they either shattered upon impact or were bounced away, losing their original threat.
A few short javelins managed to slip through the giant shield's blockade, but due to their erratic trajectories, they merely embedded themselves deeply in the distant wooden wall, failing to inflict any real damage on the gun formation.
At this moment, a sharp, cold glint flashed in the eyes of the black-armored Abyss Knight who was watching the battle. He gripped his jet-black longsword tightly, preparing to command the battle once again.
But before he could speak, a strong sense of crisis struck him like lightning.
This premonition came suddenly and quickly.
The knight reacted with exceptional speed, dodging almost the instant he realized the danger.
He suddenly turned to the side, tumbling off the horse.
Almost simultaneously, a sharp arrow descended from the sky with a whistling sound, piercing deeply into the back of the knight's mount.
Even with its sturdy black armor, the loyal warhorse could not withstand the fatal blow.
It let out a mournful neigh, its front hooves suddenly rising as if in a final struggle, before crashing heavily to the ground, its life force extinguished in an instant.
The black-armored abyss knight rolled several times on the ground before regaining his footing.
Despite being clad in heavy armor, he still displayed astonishing agility, showcasing the exceptional physique and strength of this black-armored abyss knight.
Faced with the scene before him, especially the tragic death of his loyal mount, the Abyss Knight's eyes burned with rage.
He slowly reached out and took a longbow that gleamed with a dark light from his shoulder. He then nocked a twisted black arrow onto the bowstring, raised his head, and stared ahead.
On the watchtower near the gate, the gaze of the vengeful wanderer Li Guang was as sharp as an ice blade.
His silver fir longbow was ready with a second arrow, its tip aimed directly at the head of the black-armored abyss knight.
Sensing that sharp gaze, the black-armored Abyss Knight grunted, his face growing even more gloomy.
The hoarse, cold voice rang out again, and this time the command was completely different from the previous one.
"Ignore the main gate, attack the watchtower first!"
The goat-headed monster had already hurled two volleys of short spears, unleashing a rain of arrows.
However, more than forty short javelins were intercepted by the shields of the giant shield skeletons and shattered in front of the spear formation.
A few short spears managed to penetrate the defense, but most missed their target.
Only a dozen or so short javelins pierced the spear formation, striking the skeletal bodies of the spear-wielding skeletons before bouncing off, failing to cause any real damage.
The new orders from the Black Armored Abyss Knights brought a sigh of relief to the mutton-headed monsters who had been trembling with fear.
They immediately kicked their mounts hard in the belly with both feet and fled from the front of the camp gate at top speed, leaving behind trails of dust, as if to proclaim their fear and helplessness.
As the goat-headed monsters scattered and fled from the camp gate, a cheer erupted from behind the gun emplacement.
Those were the voices of some of the camp guards and courageous refugees.
Holding various weapons, they stood behind the spear-beast formation, ready to charge and fight the demon if the spear-beasts could not hold out.
Among them were old men wielding rusty swords, young men gripping simple sticks, and women and children carrying stones and pieces of wood.
The threat to the camp gates was temporarily averted, but the archers on the watchtower faced an even greater danger.
Under a gloomy sky, dozens of goat-headed monsters moved swiftly like ghosts outside the wooden wall surrounding the watchtower.
Their eyes, gleaming with a wild light, were fixed intently on the towering watchtower.
The goat-headed monsters swiftly drew their short javelins from their sides, and with a roar, they swung their arms with tremendous force, hurling the javelins with astonishing speed.
The spearheads left streaks of silver-white trails in the air, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.
The ram-headed monster's strength is astonishing; these short javelins demonstrate terrifying penetrating power at a distance of about 30 meters, and their power even exceeds that of ordinary arrows.
However, the watchtower is over 15 meters high, with an additional half-meter-high wooden wall as a protective measure.
Despite the short spears constantly striking the wooden wall, causing the entire structure to tremble violently, the wooden wall remained sturdy and showed no signs of damage.
The goat-headed monsters not only possess amazing strength, but they are also exceptionally agile.
They move quickly across the battlefield, forming a loose and irregular formation, making them difficult to predict and aim at.
For Ark, although there is no immediate threat to his life, the Goat-Headed Monsters' constantly changing positions and frequent attacks make it impossible for him to find a suitable opportunity to unleash his "Death Ripple" skill.
Therefore, he chose to remain hidden for the time being to avoid revealing his location or power too early.