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Chapter 285 Skeleton Archer Saint, Precision-Guided Archery
Chapter 285 Skeleton Archer Saint, Precision-Guided Archery
At this moment, Lu Renjia took a deep breath, his chest bulging with the force, and the studded leather armor on his body made a slight rubbing sound with each breath.
His face flushed crimson from the exertion, his eyes fixed on the approaching red tide. Then, he opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar: "Kill!"
He used the [Battle Cry] skill directly!
The sound resounded across the entire battlefield like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting. Immediately afterwards, more warriors joined the shout, their voices converging into an irresistible force. Accompanied by the first row of long-spear skeletons thrusting their skeletal spears forward, they met the impending torrent of demons. At the forefront was the simple-minded but most ferocious and impatient Horned Demon.
These towering demons, protected by thick scales, showed no fear of the oncoming spears, letting out bloodthirsty roars as they charged forward.
Their scales have withstood attacks from various weapons many times.
In their hearts, this time was no exception.
However, with the aura of brutality unleashed by the Ark, the spear-wielding skeleton's long-prepared assassination was far more powerful than the horned demons had imagined.
When the sharp spearhead clashed with the thick scales, a deep, unsettling sound filled the air.
Those scales that were once considered indestructible were now as fragile as paper, easily pierced by the spear tip.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the bodies of the horned demons and the ground beneath their feet. Their bloodthirsty roars gradually turned into painful howls. Fear and despair filled the eyes of the horned demons, and their massive bodies trembled under the spearheads, as if they would fall at any moment.
The spear-wielding skeletons remained calm and coordinated, their arms taut to the limit, and a chilling grinding sound emanated from between their bones.
With a silent shout, they exerted their strength simultaneously, pulling the spearheads out of the horned demons' bodies.
These spearheads, stained with sticky blood and torn flesh, traced horrifying arcs through the air before finally returning to the hands of the spear-wielding skeletons.
As the horned demons at the front collapsed to the ground, the lesser demons behind them surged forward like a tidal wave.
Although these lesser demons are small in size, like human children, their strength is not to be underestimated; they are definitely comparable to an adult.
They screamed and roared, brandishing their steel forks, attempting to rush into the spear formation and create chaos before the spear-wielding skeletons could get their footing.
The spear is a very inconvenient weapon to use in close combat, and the timing chosen by the lesser demons was not wrong.
However, the deafening sound of Olaf's twin skeletal axes striking the battlefield resounded like thunder, "Thud!"
As Olaf moved, the row of melee-armed skeletons behind the spear-wielding skeleton let out a silent shout, took a big step forward, held their weapons horizontally, and thrust them out.
If it's still horned demons charging at us, these melee-wielding skeletons, lacking the ability to withstand a charge, will likely struggle to inflict fatal damage on the horned demons.
However, this time it was the relatively weaker lesser demons that rushed at them. Faced with these lesser demons, their skeletal weapons appeared exceptionally sharp and deadly.
They easily pierced through the bodies of the lesser demons, lifting those once arrogant and domineering demon cannon fodder high into the air before slamming them heavily to the ground.
Amidst the splattering of blood, the struggles of the lesser demons gradually weakened, eventually fading into eternal silence.
However, while the fleshy wings on the back of the lesser demons cannot make them fly, they can effectively reduce their body weight, giving these guys amazing jumping power.
Some lesser demons, taking advantage of their lightness, circled around between the refugee shacks on both sides, attempting to bypass the sturdy array of spears and find a breakthrough.
Their movements were like those of ghosts, moving silently through the narrow alleyways, attempting to launch a surprise attack on both sides of the defensive line.
However, they were met with battle axes and longswords, ready for battle.
Several lesser demons approached Lu Renjia and quickly surrounded him, their steel forks gleaming coldly in the dim firelight.
They emit hoarse roars, attempting to intimidate the humans in front of them with this sound.
However, Lu Renjia, an outstanding second-year warrior apprentice, was not intimidated by these inferior creatures.
Instead, he skillfully used his familiarity with the terrain to his advantage, making full use of every obstacle that could conceal him, and easily avoided these chaotic attacks.
He then stopped, took a deep breath, and let out a low roar. His eyes widened, a bloodthirsty light emanating from them. The heavy greatsword in his hand seemed to become as light as nothing.
Lu Renjia chose the closest target, which was the little demon who had charged ahead earlier.
He suddenly pushed off the ground, propelling himself forward like a cannonball, his greatsword rising high in a perfect arc.
The next moment, the sword, carrying an unparalleled momentum, slashed straight down at the little demon.
The little demon was clearly aware of the impending danger. It hurriedly raised its steel fork high above its head, attempting to block Lu Renjia's fatal blow.
However, neither its thin arms nor its steel fork forged from abyssal flames could stop Lu Renjia's powerful slash.
With a snapping sound, the steel fork broke.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Renjia's greatsword landed heavily on the little demon's head, almost splitting its entire skull in two.
Blood and brains were scattered everywhere, the scene was extremely gruesome. The lesser demons who witnessed this panicked and let out mournful cries, their attack halting for a moment.
But Lu Renjia gave them no chance to breathe. He continued to wield the greatsword stained with black and red demonic blood, each swing taking away more lives.
One of the lesser demons had its skull half blown off at an angle, and blood and bone fragments splattered onto the faces of the other two lesser demons, leaving them frozen in fear.
However, Lu Renjia's greatsword did not stop.
With a heavy and terrifying whooshing sound, it swung down again, this time targeting the two little demons who were stunned by fear.
With a scream, their bodies were severed at the waist, their mangled remains lying in pools of blood, convulsing until their last breath.
At this moment, the other side of the spear formation was also engulfed in the fiercest fighting.
On this wall built of steel and flesh, guarding the flanks is the berserker spirit Olaf.
It wielded two skeletal battle axes, its skeletal body was even more robust than that of an ordinary horned demon, and its strength was no less than that of a slayer demon.
When countless lesser demons surged in like a tide, this berserker spirit did not choose to hold his ground, but instead opted for the most direct and fierce strategy—to launch a preemptive attack.
Olaf was like an enraged bull, his eyes blazing with a fierce, burning spirit.
It gripped two enormous skeletal battle axes tightly, and the axe winds of the hurricane raged.
Whether it was a lesser demon or a makeshift shack built by refugees blocking its way, nothing could withstand the power of those two battle axes.
Wherever the axe passed, only broken walls and shattered bodies remained.
The lesser demons clearly hadn't anticipated such a fierce counterattack.
Startled by the sudden impact, they huddled together in a chaotic mess.
The little demon ahead wanted to escape Olaf and his terrible giant axe, but found itself in a dilemma.
Meanwhile, the lesser demons behind them tried to block their companions in the front row, attempting to use their bodies to wear down the giant's stamina so that they could survive.
In this brief melee, several of the more clever lesser demons chose different strategies.
They quickly lay down on the ground and huddled in the shadows of the hut.
Some even deliberately immersed themselves in pools of blood, feigning death, attempting to launch a sneak attack from behind after Olaf had charged past.
Such a strategy might work in other situations.
But today, they encountered a meticulous middle-aged warrior NPC.
The warrior held a longsword that emitted a faint glow, and every movement he made was so precise and deadly.
Whenever a lesser demon tries to escape by feigning death, the middle-aged warrior NPC's longsword will appear behind it like a shadow.
With a short, piercing scream, these little imps that had been playing dead truly ended their lives.
The Demon Chapter's attacks from the front and flanks failed to achieve any results, and instead suffered unprecedented heavy losses.
The Demon Slayer Commander's expression darkened noticeably; it had to admit the unfavorable situation. Demons, after all, were a group of creatures lacking loyalty and a sense of honor.
When they are in a dominant position, their ferocity is almost unmatched.
However, once they saw their companions falling one after another, pierced by spears, and killed by swords, that ferocity vanished instantly, like a candle flame in a storm.
The lesser demons were the first to waver.
Their charge began to falter.
Immediately afterwards, even the simple-minded horned demons began to lose their determination to continue fighting.
Another roar in the demonic language burst forth from the twisted, ferocious mouth of the Butcher, shaking the entire battlefield.
This was more than just a simple roar; it was more like a rallying cry for the dark forces, announcing the impending devastating blow from the demonic ranged units.
Flame demons and blazing demons, their hands flashing with fire, strode forward, their deep, demonic incantations forming a continuous stream that sent chills down one's spine.
The spear formation, a mix of shelter guards and skeletons, is known for its robust defense and counter-attack capabilities.
It was indeed able to play a very amazing role in resisting the onslaught of large numbers of lesser demons and horned demons.
However, this advantage is based on a dense formation, and once it encounters the Flame Demon's explosive fireball attack, the losses will be enormous.
Upon realizing this, even Lu Renjia's expression changed slightly.
Just then, a knight NPC clad in heavy armor and wielding a longsword stepped forward.
His voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder: "Cavalry, heed my command, prepare to charge!"
As the order was given, the knights in the cavalry straightened their backs.
Their breathing became heavy, and the longswords in their hands gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
The warhorses sensed their master's fighting spirit; they snorted uneasily and pounded the ground with their hooves.
If the reins hadn't been kept taut, these warhorses would probably have neighed and, carrying their riders, launched a fierce charge towards the demons' camp.
However, at this critical moment, Fangzhou's calm and resolute voice suddenly rang out.
"Wait a minute!"
"Ark Earth, the demon's ranged forces are about to arrive!"
We must launch a counter-charge now, rushing to the side of those Flame Demons to inflict heavy damage, otherwise—”
The heavily armored cavalry NPC frowned, just as he was about to give the order to charge again, when suddenly a series of blurry silver lights streaked across the sky.
These silver lights moved at an astonishing speed, almost exceeding the limits of what the human eye could perceive.
They streaked across the night sky like meteors, and tore through the air like lightning, disappearing precisely into the demon army.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar erupted from where the silver light had disappeared.
A massive fireball, accompanied by billowing smoke, rose into the air, engulfing the surrounding demons in a sea of fire.
The intense heat and shockwave from the fireball sent shivers down the spine of the entire battlefield. Screams and wails mingled together, creating the most brutal scene of the battle.
Countless lesser demons and horned demons were violently thrown out.
The demons tumbled through the air, accompanied by piercing screams.
Their bodies were as if grasped by an invisible hand, then discarded like withered leaves, finally crashing heavily to the ground, leaving behind a mess.
The demons closest to the epicenter of this fiery power suffered an even more tragic fate.
They had no chance to utter a final lament before being torn to pieces by the powerful impact, turning into countless flying pieces of flesh and blood scattered across the battlefield, creating a horrifying scene.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of burning, as if the whole world had frozen in that moment.
Faced with this sudden disaster, even the Demon Slayer, as the supreme being in the demon army, had to temporarily set aside its arrogant posture.
Its massive body trembled with rage, its gaping maw opened, and it let out a deafening roar.
The voice contained endless anger and resentment.
Its eyes, like burning lava, were fixed intently on the spot where the silver light would land.
There, the once peaceful land has now been blasted into a huge crater.
The smell of black smoke and sulfur filled the air, as if a gap had been opened in the gates of the abyss, which looked terrifying.
Just seconds ago, that spot was a gathering place for dozens of Flame Children and Blazing Demons, but now, everything is over.