Looking back at the surging flames behind him, Hammond realized that the Sisters were truly afraid of him holding them back. The attack range of the flamethrowers was too large to control. If he weren’t wearing armor, Hammond might have wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Even Hammond, who had just led the retreat, could feel the heat wave behind him, let alone the surrounding monsters centered around the Sisters. The Sisters scattered across the battlefield, wielding a flamethrower in one hand and a chainsaw sword in the other, crazily harvesting these monsters while continuously getting closer to the frenzied creatures in the distance.
These flamethrowers were originally designed to burn down the mountains, with an astonishing attack range. The battlefield behind the Demon Clan was instantly engulfed in burning crimson lotuses.
Without the same mobile barrier and special equipment as the Sisters, one could not fight alongside them.
As the Sisters began to disperse, the uncontrolled and increasingly aggressive special monsters abandoned their previous stationary magical attacks, rushing madly across the battlefield while indiscriminately spewing magic from their massive mouths.
Hammond, who had fought all his life, had never seen such a scene. On one side were cannons and arcane magic formations, and on the other were monsters inheriting bloodline magic, with both sides using their magic as if it cost nothing, creating a chaotic and apocalyptic atmosphere on the battlefield.
Even the battle-hardened Hammond felt a chill in his heart.
The long-prepared flanking troops also charged into the battlefield, with soldiers raising a water pipe that sprayed holy water over a large area, causing the monsters that came into contact with the holy water to immediately stop their movements. At this moment, the cavalry troops swooped in to reap the harvest, while the flanking forces gradually pressed closer to the center of the battlefield using this tactic.
“How many of those strange potions do humans still have?!”
The Demon Clan Commander standing on Noam observed the chaotic battlefield, starting to feel somewhat anxious. He urgently summoned the demon soldiers beside him and ordered, “Have Dimier prepare with the other soldiers; let them destroy the water cart containing the humans’ potions!”
At this time, the Demon Clan soldier beside the commander wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, “My lord, Dimier has gone mad again…”
The Demon Clan Commander widened his eyes as he recalled something and glanced at the Sisters, who were using flames as cover to leap out and slaughter the Demon God Offspring.
Could it be that what Dimier said initially was true? Did they really go crazy and annihilate upon encountering this Sister unit?
“Useless thing!”
The commander stomped his foot in anger, but then, as if comforting himself, muttered, “It’s fine. As long as those chosen Demon God Offspring launch an attack, everything will be fine.”
At the same time, the commander looked toward the so-called chosen Demon God Offspring, who were recklessly using bloodline magic not far away.
These Demon God Offspring had already started to engage with the Sisters, flames shooting up rapidly as the Sisters began controlling the flamethrowers to unleash their firepower against the Demon God Offspring capable of using bloodline magic. After feeling pain, the Demon God Offspring became even more enraged, continuously attacking their surroundings with bloodline magic.
As the number of these Demon God Offspring gradually increased, their spells became more and more frantic. Flora’s group was already starting to suffer damage, and the light of the movement barrier was flickering. However, Flora finally found an opportunity, shut off her flamethrower, and using the power of the movement barrier, hurled holy water onto the Demon God Offspring.
At this moment of deadlock with the Demon God Offspring, the other Sisters followed suit, stopping their flamethrowers and quickly throwing holy water out, seizing this opportunity for Flora to climb up the legs of the Demon God Offspring and viciously cut a long scar into the massive creature with her chainsaw sword.
The tentacles on the creature’s body attempted to grab Flora but recoiled in fear upon contact since she was already drenched in holy water.
Reaching the monster’s back, Flora shoved the flamethrower into the creature’s large mouth. Pulling the trigger, a burst of orange flame exploded from within the creature’s body, shooting out through the opening cut by Flora’s chainsaw sword, incinerating the monster completely.
Flora also fell from the creature. Gasping for breath, she noticed the movement barrier’s glow gradually weakening, as if it were reminding her that their energy consumption had already exceeded half.
There was no choice; originally, the energy consumption had been calculated to be sufficient for Flora and the others to reach the feet of that massive monster, but previously, more energy had been expended to fend off the sudden emergence of these monsters capable of using bloodline magic.
Looking back at the Sisters, she found the glow of their movement barriers also weakening. Flora and the Sisters nodded to each other in understanding and quickly stowed their flamethrowers. The high temperature from the flamethrowers, as well as their own energy consumption, were substantial, and since the flamethrowers were reserved for the large monster, the Sisters decided to save where they could.
Although this would expose them to more monster attacks, the Sisters were already prepared for this.
After killing a monster capable of using bloodline magic, the Sisters took a moment to catch their breath and continued to douse themselves with holy water, rushing forward unwaveringly towards those monsters.
Since they had already used the flamethrowers, the horses were definitely lost; the poor horses likely didn’t know when they had been incinerated, so the movements of the Sisters were greatly impacted on this battlefield.
Flora even began to feel somewhat disoriented. Although the largest monster’s hoof was already close at hand, the creatures capable of using bloodline magic in front of them made it difficult for the Sisters to proceed. While they could annihilate one monster after another with holy water, it was hard to say whether the energy of the movement barrier on their side would run out first or these frenzied monsters would perish.
Just then, a loud shout came from behind Flora: “I come to aid you!”
Hammond had not retreated but had instead returned with more Lars Knights.
These knights waved their large axes and directly struck at the hooves of the monsters. After being chopped and losing pieces, the monsters quickly lost their balance and fell onto the battlefield. The Sisters seized the opportunity, rushing up and violently sawing open a gap, then directly inserting the flamethrower into the opening, burning yet another monster to death from the inside.
Before Flora could speak, Hammond declared, “The Lord Governor sent me back.”
Flora, who had been entangled with the monsters, looked up at the sky and realized that so much time had already passed.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed that among the Lars Knights, there were even quite a few Royal Guards.
The knights dismounted one after another, handing their reins to the nearest Sisters. Hammond explained, “There aren’t many horses left, and bringing too many horses increases the risk of them being eaten by monsters on the way. Hand over these horses to you; go burn that big guy!”
Flora and the Sisters said nothing more, quickly mounting their steeds with their gear. The frenzied monsters tried to obstruct the Sisters, but they were immediately blocked by the Royal Guards wielding water guns.
“Your opponents are here! These damned monsters!”
Hammond and the knights beside him raised their weapons, facing the twisted monsters.
At this moment, Noam and the Demon Clan Commander standing above him could clearly sense that the humans’ counterattack was extremely fierce. Not to mention the Sister unit that penetrated the center, even the knights who rushed to support, the Demon Clan had not gained any advantage on the flanking battlefield. The monsters were starting to lose ground under the tide of humans.
“Those potions are quite troublesome. I can feel our connection to certain battlefields intermittently breaking.”
Noam’s voice echoed in the mind of the Demon Clan Commander, who nodded and reluctantly said, “At this point, let’s retreat for now. Once we figure out that potion, we’ll make further plans.”
Noam let out a massive roar from his multiple mouths, seemingly approving this proposal. Meanwhile, the huge hoof that had been standing in the battlefield began to move. Noam prepared to retreat; such a massive body consumed tremendous energy with every move, which was why Noam had been unwilling to move earlier.
But at that moment, a massive Northern Wind Bear flag suddenly rose in the human camp, and the flag began moving towards Noam.
