Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2665: 1466: Desperation and Counterattack
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
A thick veil of inky fog blanketed the battlefield, saturated with frenzied and sinister energy, where deadly intentions proliferated without restraint.
The enemy's ferocious and unrelenting assault crashed down wildly, sending ripples of power crashing against the protective shield over our central forces, resembling a tempest striking a serene pond, relentless and without pause.
Following the intense bombardment from the foes, including Little Jie, the soldiers channeling energy into the shield appeared even more ashen, some quivering faintly, evident markers of their magical reserves depleting at a frantic pace.
Observing this unfolding, Leo Ray's forehead creased more tightly.
Since the prior brutal clash in the Underground City, our fighters' stamina had already been greatly exhausted. Now, this ominous thick black fog further hampered energy replenishment and circulation, worsening the strain, especially under the adversaries' savage barrage.
His eyes shifted to the overhead shield, which shuddered nonstop, drawing Leo Ray's closer attention.
Though the foes' brutal onslaught had barely started, the magical light on the shield had already faded noticeably, showing it wouldn't endure for long.
“Your Majesty of the Humans, what’s our next move?”
Sina's pale features showed pure gravity, her eyebrows drawn together as she questioned.
Once Sina had spoken, Loris approached too, his leonine visage bearing an equally grave look.
Even these seasoned commanders had never faced such a precarious bind in combat.
Though unspoken, it mirrored Leo Ray's earlier assessment; we were truly trapped in a bind. Should things persist, not only would storming the enemy's Skeletal Capital City prove impossible, but total annihilation loomed just ahead.
Confronted by this utterly disadvantageous state, our sole path appeared to be a desperate escape, seeking any slim hope of endurance.
Noting the heavy looks on their faces, Leo Ray had anticipated this far in advance.
However, prior to entering this fatal snare, we had foiled the Witch Demon’s plots and strikes multiple times, roused Old Gary and his allies—it marked our triumph's height, the foes' utmost vulnerability. Failing to crush them now would invite endless unknowns later.
Besides, considering looming threats like the Great Catastrophe and Lord Competitions, our available moments were severely constrained. We couldn't squander them in this spot.
While Leo Ray pondered swiftly, Old Gary approached with a slight bow and declared, “Your Majesty of the Humans, I might have a strategy to turn the tide, though it demands your complete support.”
“Oh? Tell me more, old leader!”
Leo Ray's gaze sharpened with interest, quickly pressing for details.
“Here's the plan.”
Without delay, Old Gary outlined the precise approach.
Upon listening, not just Leo Ray, but Sina, Loris, and the rest displayed clear signs of renewed vigor and hope.
Should it succeed, this truly could flip our fortunes around!
Still, it was an endeavor only Leo Ray might pull off.
Additionally, committing to it would forfeit our prime window for retreat, yet evidently, no one dwelled on that anymore.
To be exact, relying on others—be it Sina or Loris—would prompt deep consideration, since mishandling it spelled certain doom.
But with Leo Ray, doubt vanished, for this youthful Human Emperor had secured their faith and admiration via his deeds.
“Got it, old leader. Let's move at once.”
Leo Ray gestured firmly, nodding with resolve: “All of you, focus on sustaining the Absolute Defense Barrier as best you can, and I'll handle everything else.”
With Leo Ray's words concluded, the group sprang into motion, dispersing amid the heavy black haze.
Nevertheless, amid our disciplined but strained efforts, the enemy's bombardment stayed brutally intense, pushing our Absolute Defense Barrier closer to shattering.
“Lord Leader, they're on the brink of breaking!”
From the ramparts of the Forest White Giant City, a witch demon in gray robes smirked mockingly, addressing the Witch Demon Leader nearby: “Our Undead Army has them fully encircled, and even wings wouldn't save them now!”
As the gray-robed witch demon concluded, the nearby witch demons chimed in with approval, their ghastly visages twisting into icy, derisive grins while overlooking our forces, pelted by endless bone spears and shafts.
It felt like in the instant ahead, our weakening Absolute Defense Barrier would shatter entirely, heralding the bloodbath they craved.
“These pests realize they're in a tight siege, but insist on digging in instead of fleeing—what scheme do they harbor?”
While the encircling witch demons scoffed, the Witch Demon Leader remained with folded arms, fixing a piercing stare on our forces, his magically scarred features hardening into a chill, contemplative scowl.