Fierce Battle in the Corridor

"Let's go!"

In fact, when Shen Mu heard the heavy impact sound, he instantly judged that it was the sound of the Security Door being damaged.

Then he immediately led 25 Swadian Footmen into the Corridor, in rows of 5, with their left hands holding shields in front of them, and their right hands tightly gripping Spears, instantly forming several layers of dense Pike Squares, like hedgehogs!

All the Swadian Footmen were tightly packed together, forming a thickness that almost completely blocked the entire Corridor.

Any enemy charging over would first see the dense steel thicket formed by those 25 two-meter-long Spears!

"Caw! Caw caw caw! Caw caw!"

But just as the Swadian Footmen formed the Pike Square, noisy shouts and the flapping of wings appeared in the darkness ahead.

Before Shen Mu could come out of the Stronghold Main House door holding a Torch, the battle in front of the Pike Square began in an instant.

And it immediately entered a white-hot stage!

"Kill!"

"For Swadia!"

The Fan Shields that these Swadian Footmen pushed forward with their left hands made thudding sounds.

The heavy impact force from the shield surfaces made the Footmen in the front row grit their teeth and push forward, barely blocking the black figures that rushed out from the darkness, from the Gray Fog, and the fierce force with which they struck them.

As for the Spears in their right hands, they only knew how to mechanically thrust forward, and regardless of whether they hit the target or not, they immediately pulled their arms back again.

Then, using the rhythm of their comrades' Spears thrusting forward over their necks and heads.

Their arms would gather strength again.

Then their own Spears would thrust forward again when their comrades' Spears were pulled back.

One after another.

Continuously!

Just like stubborn rocks standing here, the formation remained motionless.

Just like waves sweeping over, the Spears came one after another, continuously, endlessly thrusting forward in waves.

Making those Imps that rushed over, struck over, or flew over in the darkness.

Directly turn into sieves full of bloody holes!

Whoosh!

Shen Mu pointed the Torch in his hand forward.

As the firelight flickered.

More than ten meters away, the countless Imps that filled the Corridor, their dark red bodies, appeared before everyone's eyes.

And in front of the Pike Square, twenty to thirty Imps that had been instantly pierced into sieves, also fell headfirst in front of the Swadian Footmen's boots, emitting a nauseating smell of Sulfur, and a thick stream of dark red blood flowed on the marble Corridor floor.

Clearly, the battle that erupted in an instant and immediately entered a white-hot stage was caused by these Imps.

Amidst the pervasive smell of blood.

Even though the eyes of the many more Imps behind them revealed cruel eyes filled with chaotic, crazy, and bloodthirsty malice.

But facing their own kind being slaughtered like this, the Imps, who still possessed a certain degree of intelligence, were now terrified.

Low-Tier Demons are not Low-Tier Undead, they have no intelligence and only fight single-mindedly driven by hatred for the living and a craving for flesh and blood.

Low-Tier Demons understand what anger is, what brutality is.

And, they know what fear is!

It's just that these Imps, after leaving the darkness, directly crashed into the Pike Square and suffered heavy losses, so they were too scared to continue attacking.

But that doesn't mean that Shen Mu's soldiers, who were already prepared for battle, were willing to let these Imps go!

"Shoot!"

Inside the Stronghold Main House, the shout of a Mercenary Sentinel came.

Swish swish swish swish!

Then, Crossbow Bolts instantly flew over the heads of these Swadian Footmen, accurately shooting into the midst of those Imps.

This caused seven or eight of the front-row Imps, who were still cowering and not daring to move forward, and thus were crowded together, to fall down on the spot. Two or three of the unluckiest Imps were even struck in vital points like the chest or face by the Crossbow Bolts, and fell to the ground twitching and silent!

"Caw caw caw! Caw!" This further aroused the anger and fear of those Imps, as well as greater chaos.

In the Abyss, Imps themselves are not powerful demonic creatures.

Or rather.

As the lowest-tier Imps, their role is inherently to scout and harass enemies.

They cannot be used as main force demons at all.

Generally, when fighting against the Order Faction, their greatest achievement is to disperse and harass or plunder areas without strong garrisons.

Or, they wait for the main force of the Demon Troops to defeat the enemy's main force, leaving behind some old, weak, and disabled, before these Imps are gathered to sweep up the defeated, only scattered small groups of enemies, doing such tactically insignificant tasks.

Like now, charging head-on into a Pike Square, and in such a narrow space where there is no room to maneuver at all.

That would be pure suicide!

These Imps, inherently cunning and fond of attacking or fleeing based on the battlefield situation, didn't continue their assault this time.

Especially those in the front row, pushed and shoved by the Imps behind them, getting closer and closer to the Pike Square, closer and closer to those sharp spearheads. These Imps were restless and didn't want to be in the front row anymore, flapping their wings and trying to squeeze into the Demon Troops further back.

This caused the Imps' formation to become even more chaotic and crowded, providing the Lake Rats Recruits on the tower, who had already aimed, with...

A better shooting opportunity!

Bang!

On the top floor of the second story, a muffled sound of something vibrating the air appeared.

Whoosh!

A black shadow shot directly from the top floor.

Like lightning, it instantly tore through the barrier of space, arriving in the blink of an eye at the area where the Imps were most entangled, crowded, and pushing each other.

Bang! Then, it truly seemed as if lightning had shattered everything in its path.

Whether it was the demons' bodies.

Or the demons' wings.

Or the demons' claws or feet.

As long as they were hit and swept past by that black shadow, they instantly exploded on the spot, then scattered and splattered in the direction the shadow had swept!

So much so that when the black shadow finally stopped, one could see a 1-meter long Javelin with three Imps still impaled on it, struggling and wailing in pain, looking as miserable as Tanghulu!

And along the path that Javelin had swept through, there were seven or eight Imps lying on the ground, scattered haphazardly, primarily along a straight line.

All of them had broken arms and legs, or had been pierced through their bodies.

Only the lucky Imps had their thin membranes, like Bat Wings, injured, tearing the entire wing like a piece of rag, but unexpectedly only losing the ability to assist in flight, surviving without vital injuries.

But at this moment, they were all crawling towards the surroundings in terror, emitting bursts of painful wails from their fanged mouths.

Of course, these wails were only affecting the morale of their fellow Imps around them.

For Shen Mu and his soldiers.

The enemy's wails were the most pleasant music one could hear on the battlefield!

Now, on a life-and-death battlefield, facing such beautiful music, how could they stop the act of killing?!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The sound of air being torn apart appeared again.

Inside the Stronghold Main House, the Crossbow Bolts shot by the 10 Mercenary Crossbowmen, after successfully re-stringing their Light Crossbows with force in just a few breaths, passed through the Shooting Slots, over the heads of the Swadian Footmen in front, and once again descended upon the Imps.

Blood splattered!

Another seven or eight Imps flapped their wings and fell to the ground.

"Gak gak gak!"

Making those Imps even more chaotic!

Click click click click click click...

But on the roof of the Main House, the Lake Rats Recruit operating the Ballista was still forcefully turning the winch.

Using the winch to tighten the heavy crossbow string and crossbow arm.

The rules of basic physics were accumulating terrifying power, and the two-finger thick crossbow string and three-finger thick crossbow arm were making subtle sounds.

This indicated that the power was accumulating more and more during the process, becoming stronger and stronger, and increasingly wanting to be released as kinetic energy and lethality!

Then a 1-meter long Javelin was loaded into the Shooting Slot.

The spearhead was once again aimed at the narrow Corridor below the building outside, within the building's passageway which now had a 10-meter long opening on the roof, where the dense, still chaotic Imps were located!

Bang! Another muffled sound of air being agitated appeared.

Whoosh!

The Javelin flashed past.

More Imps were directly pierced through their bodies, and more Imps had their limbs torn off directly by the Javelin!

Even in the narrow Corridor where the Imps were timidly huddled together, not daring to advance, a death line, about four meters deep, was forcefully carved out!

"This is truly..." Even Shen Mu, at this moment, looking at the long line that had been directly shot out by a single hit from the Javelin, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A narrow space, a Ballista with extreme destructive power at close range.

Unarmored and shieldless enemies.

"Perfect!" Shen Mu was extremely happy!

"Roar—!!!"

As if sensing that Shen Mu and their morale were rapidly rising, those timid Imps began to avoid battle and dared not advance.

A roar came from behind these Imps, echoing through the narrow Corridor, making Shen Mu and their eardrums ache slightly.

At the same time, behind the Imps blocking the corridor, in the darkness, streaks of dark red firelight began to spread.

Bang!

Then, a terrifying figure, almost scraping the ceiling and side walls of the corridor, burst through the swarming, crowded Imps that were blocking the corridor.

Its thick legs even directly trampled the Imps that couldn't dodge underfoot. The weight, close to a ton, instantly crushed the Imps into a bloody mess.

Then, with angry, heavy panting, it roared and charged towards the Swadian Footmen blocking its path!

It was as if... a tank had suddenly appeared in the corridor!