Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2626: 1446: Rout and Deepening
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
Observing the Human Clan troops unleash their power and shatter the heavily armored undead warriors into disarray, the Catman warriors felt a surge of energy too, charging forward under Leo Ray's command to renew their attack.
With Leo Ray spearheading the rush, the enemy's once-unbreakable defensive front was ripped open in what felt like an instant, sending their ranks into utter disorder.
The leftover skeleton heavy armor troops either got cleansed by the Holy Light Bullets raining down from above or got buried under the advancing Catman forces, disappearing in short order.
“A bunch of feeble Humans, and they've wrecked my Skeleton Army so badly!”
As his carefully nurtured undead forces crumbled to dust before his eyes, the Witch Demon's skeletal features contorted in furious rage, his crimson gaze locked onto Leo Ray's form amid a haze of killing intent.
However, Leo Ray stayed wrapped in crackling lightning, pressing on at the head of the pack alongside Lannis and the rest of the Catman powerhouses.
The Medusa's petrifying beam was utterly fearsome, after all—instantly turning any body part it touched to stone, while piercing through magical barriers and even suits of armor with ease.
Nevertheless, Leo Ray's safeguards, bolstered by layers of strengthening buffs and a robust energy shield, proved unyielding, allowing him to navigate the turmoil of combat without issue.
What enabled the Human Clan troops to show such prowess stemmed from a form of collective spellcasting, a goal Leo Ray had pursued for ages.
Up on the Ice Rock Wall amid rising incantations, a squad had formed with targeting guidance from a select group of top Priests, as fellow mages supplied their power, crafting the ongoing barrage of Holy Light Bullets.
Though it appeared straightforward on the surface, pulling off such strikes demanded intense practice for seamless execution, since supplying mana for Holy Magic differed greatly from standard incantations, needing exact mana transformation to produce the intended impact.
“Back in the day, pulling off such synchronized group magic was no small feat for Human Clan soldiers, yet thanks to allies from the Outer Regions like the wooden and Flower Fairies freely passing on their skills and wisdom, it's starting to come together at last. That's exactly why I push for sharing and teamwork.”
“Across this expansive realm of the Ten Thousand Clans, it's only through every faction playing to its advantages and covering its flaws, advancing together side by side, that we can grasp the essence of the world and the swiftest route to refining the ‘Fortress’ to perfection.”
Mulling over these thoughts inwardly, Leo Ray creased his forehead once more.
Just recently, messages had come from Crisis and Broy, plus the guards holding the Desolate Fortress and Tweeting Fortress, reporting that the enemy's vast invading host had arrived at the gates, unleashing a colossal assault unlike any before.
This thunderous assault was plainly meant to eradicate our forces and the strongholds entirely, offering zero mercy.
To put it simply, the window of time available to him was slim; failing to halt the enemy's push before total ruin struck would render every previous endeavor pointless.
Given the Witch Demon's notorious brutality, every one of our troops and civilians would end up as fodder for the undead rituals and dark incantations, with survival out of the question.
“Hold on, all of you—I’ll be back soon.”
Leo Ray's forehead wrinkled deeper, his strikes turning even more relentless.
By then, the Catman warriors had all but seized control of the fortress's ramparts, as the foes retreated to the steps and routes flanking the walls, desperately trying to halt our push.
Even with the adversaries on the back foot, down at the fortress base and near the far-off lake, additional Medusa troops had assembled, building up further defensive layers that sealed off the Holy Land's gateway.
In the pitch darkness, those ever-flickering serpent tongues could be glimpsed now and then, paired with massive coiling tails that whipped about, sending repeated “swoosh swoosh” noises rippling across the earth.
Moreover, hordes of Skeleton Mages stood in orderly rows, marching our way, their bony staves cloaked in necrotic power, infusing the storm-lashed, gore-drenched field with extra chills and swift menace.
Taking in this sight, Lannis and the other Catman elites wore faces growing sterner by the moment.
Our overall power outmatched theirs, sure, but facing scores of disciplined legions dug in like this, piercing their multi-tiered barriers was no walk in the park.
“Hahaha, the Absolute Defense Barrier's broken—so what? This is our territory!”
Following rounds of brutal clashes, the Medusa commander's gaze burned scarlet, lost in frenzy, and she shouted defiantly: “You'll be through here long after your Desolate Fortress and Tweeting Fortress lie in ruins!”
“Who claimed we can't smash through fast?”
Leading the charge on the field, Leo Ray kept his cool, even as behind him, a host of magic cannons rose on the wall, their countless muzzles trained on the foe's setup inside the fortress.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The thunderous roar of the salvoes swiftly dominated the chaos of war, as varied magical blasts whipped up bloody tempests through the enemy's lines.
Though the enemy's distant strikes packed some punch, they paled in comparison to our overwhelming barrage.