On a chaotic battlefield, Isha could clearly feel the pressure on her flank significantly lessen, and she could see the huge monster in the distance finally begin to lift its hooves, moving towards the Northern Wind Bear’s flag.
“Protect the Governor!”
Someone shouted from within the army, and the already frantic soldiers became even more aggressive, almost trying to push the monster in front of them away.
The monster before them was also constantly retreating; rather than fleeing, it was moving closer to that huge creature.
But the human army was unconcerned, feeling that their attacks were effective, and began a more frenzied and fierce offensive.
Thanks to the effects of Holy Water, monsters continuously being wiped out as they approached Noam, but as long as they could take down the enemy’s flag, everything would be worth it. With this thought, several of Noam’s mouths began to murmur simultaneously, and more monsters began to converge towards Lind’s direction.
The monsters gathered like a black river, stirring up a terrifying wave as they charged towards the battlefield where the Northern Wind Bear flag continually advanced.
Flora, accompanied by the Sisters, had made her way to beneath Noam’s hooves, but more and more monsters were blocking the path of Flora and the Sisters. Flora pulled the trigger, and flames surged upwards again, roaring through the Northern Wind, as the center of the battlefield transformed once more into a fiery hell.
Noam could distinctly feel the burning sensation coming from beneath his hooves, and his movements grew increasingly frantic.
At this moment, the Demon Clan Commander was atop Noam’s back, tightly gripping Noam’s tentacle, cursing, “Where are the other soldiers? Hurry and stop those damned Sisters! Where are the chosen Demon God Offspring?”
“Commander, the Demon God Offspring seem to be held up ahead!”
The soldier beside the Demon Clan Commander used reconnaissance-type Bloodline Magic to observe that not far ahead, the chosen ones were still entangled with Hammond.
But with the murmurs of Noam’s many mouths, Sludge Monsters poured in from behind like a tsunami. These monsters, once human, began to surge crazily onto the battlefield, and because they had been eroded by sludge for so long, they no longer resembled humans at all, appearing more like a pile of standing slime.
Although Flora and the Sisters had burned through most of these monsters, these wave-like creatures circumvented the Sisters and charged rapidly towards Hammond.
Hammond and the Lars Knights’ armor had long begun to crack due to the Bloodline Magic of these Demon God Offspring, with enchantments flickering in and out of existence. When faced with the wave of monsters, Hammond and the other Lars Knights had no thought of fleeing; instead, they pulled out their Holy Water bags and drenched themselves with the last of the Holy Water.
“Lars Knights, charge!”
Hammond shouted with all his might, and the remaining knights raised their dwindling magical weapons, following Hammond bravely into the fray against these monsters.
Faced with such a suicidal attack, the Demon God Offspring did not choose to continue fighting but instead shrank back, crouching down to allow the Sludge Monsters to crawl into their gaping mouths.
The final charge of the Lars Knights gradually became engulfed by the tide of Sludge Monsters. Before long, these insatiable Demon God Offspring seemed to regain their vitality, standing up and continuing to surge forward with Noam, repeatedly unleashing Bloodline Magic.
The Sisters’ Movement Barrier was fully operational, disregarding overload and warnings of depleting energy, as those capable of using Bloodline Magic in the Demon Clan opened a path for the increasingly gathered monsters. The colossal creature was drawing ever closer to the Lord Governor’s flag.
Though the soldiers in front were fighting desperately, they still could not stop Noam’s advance.
After all, just Noam’s size alone was capable of inflicting immense damage on the army simply by moving, and those chosen ones able to use Bloodline Magic were also causing significant trouble for the humans.
The price of this was that the flanking human army was getting closer to Noam, but as long as they could take down that human Governor, any number of soldiers would mean nothing.
Currently, the battlefield had completely shifted; it was a race to see whether the flanking army would reach Noam first, or if Noam would stomp the flag underfoot. From the current situation, the Demon Clan seemed to have all their bets placed on victory.
The soldiers near the Demon Clan Commander were praising his wise decisions and criticizing the enemy Governor’s foolishness, thinking that if the enemy Governor had continued to remain in the battlefield, the humans could win with a steady approach, but it was unexpected that the human Governor would refuse to heed their warnings.
However, while crouching on Noam, gripping a tentacle, the Demon Clan Commander noticed something strange.
Where were the enemy’s cannons?
The Demon Clan Commander forced himself to stand and looked toward the human position. Could it be that they were too close to the enemy Governor, and the human artillery was afraid of friendly fire, thus not firing at all?
He looked at the flag in the distance, noticing many cannons around it, yet they had never fired, and those cannons did not resemble the ones the Demon Clan had previously observed; they looked more like makeshift models.
At this moment, the flag had stopped moving, for advancing further would lead to a collision with the Demon Clan’s army.
“Report!”
Feeling a twinge of unease, the Demon Clan Commander commanded, and the soldier beside him immediately continued using Bloodline Magic to examine the surroundings of that flag.
“Report, the enemy soldiers seem to be tinkering with their cannons, and they’re ready to fire.”
Watching the increasingly close enemy Governor, Noam’s murmurs resonated once again across the battlefield: “Insignificant humans! Ordinary cannons cannot harm the great Demon God Offspring at all! I will crush your human Governor to pieces!”
At that moment, Lind was gazing at the gradually approaching monster, and the closer this colossal being got to Lind, the calmer he became.
“Lord Governor, we can fire at any time!”
Standing beneath the flag, Lind’s gaze was sharp as he scanned the neatly lined-up soldiers.
Everyone was extremely tense, and each person straightened their backs, holding their breath in anticipation.
Lind drew the Lars family heirloom sword from his waist and shouted, “Prepare to aim! For victory! For vengeance! For the Northern Border! For our unwavering faith and glory! Fire!”
If the Demon Clan’s scouts understood human artillery well enough, they would have realized that the cannons moving with Lind were quite antiquated. The Graywhite Territory had long ceased using solid cannonballs; almost only those sold to the Royal Capital and Doug used solid rounds, with the rest essentially being magic-powered.
However, the cannons moving with Lind were all structured to fire solid rounds.
Moreover, their design was extremely simple, and their size was small, resembling mortars more than cannons.
The soldiers received the order, started calculating distances with a jump-eye method, and then calmly began firing.
As the small cannonballs flew, several of Noam’s mouths began to hum softly. These projectiles striking him wouldn’t even break the skin.
Let alone the action of dodging, Noam didn’t even instinctively slow down.
But as these projectiles made contact with Noam and exploded, the first sensation he felt was not warmth but a chilling touch.
Water?
Before he could react, Noam immediately began to howl in pain, for the icy sensation was quickly followed by an intense burning.
As more cannonballs flew in, Noam became increasingly tortured, even beginning to waver and gradually fell down.
“It’s that special potion!”
The Demon Clan Commander, holding on tightly to Noam’s tentacle, reacted immediately, realizing that the targets of the cannon fire were not only Noam but also those chosen ones within the firing range.
Seeing the effectiveness of these Holy Water rounds, Lind let out a long sigh of relief. These cannonballs were a modification of the previous fire extinguishing rounds, but with the foam and liquid replaced by Holy Water.
Since they were hastily created, Lind couldn’t guarantee their stability or range; however, given the current distance and the enemy’s proximity, stability and range didn’t matter anymore. As long as they could be fired, one shot would end everything.
