Samael climbed onto the city wall, pulled the javelin from the Tri-horned Lion Dragon's neck, and gazed at the spearhead still embedded in the brickwork, still gleaming coldly. He could not help but marvel.
As expected of old Urum's craftsmanship. The forging standards of the Age of Gods truly could not be explained by science.
Screech!
Just as the ancient serpent retrieved his throwing spear, another diving Wyvern hooked its clawed wings and clawed at his head and neck.
Yet, at the instant it drew near, a pale arm shot out like a venomous snake, seized the beast's claw, and smashed it straight into the city wall, reducing it to a splattered heap of flesh and bone.
But even after effortlessly dispatching the ambushing beast, the ancient serpent's eyes remained clouded with suppressed gloom. Looking back, he saw that the city wall had already become a brutal battlefield.
Shouts, impacts, screams, tearing flesh, and countless other sounds rose and fell, blending into a melody thick with the scent of blood.
"Raise shields! Lift spears! Thrust!"
"Withdraw spears! Step back! Thrust!"
"Three Divine Authority Seals on the left! Flank from both wings!"
"Rear ranks, advance! Finish them off! Leave no survivors!"
"Wyverns! Wyverns! Bring over the ones throwing the nets!"
"Are all the magicians and priests dead? Cast dispelling spells and keep up the divine-word prayers!"
"Shrine maidens! Where are the shrine maidens? Save them! I said fucking save them!"
As elite troops who had resisted for half a year, the Uruk soldiers quickly recovered their fighting spirit after the initial chaos.
They assembled into Spartan phalanxes with practiced efficiency, raised their round shields, and repeatedly thrust long spears through the gaps. Like hedgehogs, they rolled across Babylonia's defensive line, sweeping everything before them.
The magicians, shrine maidens, and priests also