As that golden comet streaked across the sky, its terrifying power came crashing down like Mount Epiph bearing down from above.
The demonic beasts gathered beneath the city scattered and fled as though they had encountered a natural predator, retreating into the night like receding seawater.
The unlucky ones stranded atop the walls trembled all over, barely able to move.
The Uruk soldiers, whose courage only grew in battle, seized the opportunity. They formed Spartan phalanxes and divided the remaining demonic beasts, surrounding them piece by piece.
Only high-ranking creatures such as the Blue Dragon Bashum, Wyverns, and Tri-horned Lion Dragons sensed the danger and fled back onto the wasteland.
The remaining low- and mid-ranking fodder were either skewered by the forest of spears in the Spartan phalanxes or shoved off the walls by groups of musclebound men with shields, splattering into pulp below.
After three hours of fierce battle, the Babylonia defensive line finally won a brief moment to catch its breath.
"Touch me again and see what happens! You filthy pervert!"
The Lion-headed Storm Demon, who had just let out a long breath, rolled his eyes and snorted as he turned around. Baring a mouthful of sharp fangs, he issued a sinister threat.
"Oh? So it was Samael? How did you end up like this?"
The Magus of Flowers discreetly withdrew his hand, stroked his chin, and leaned closer. He looked half surprised, half amused, with a hint of teasing delight at Samael's misfortune.
"None of your damn business! I should be asking why you only showed up now!"
The ancient serpent turned back and glared furiously, the more he thought about it, the more something felt off.
That old fraud was practically at the level of a Grand Magus. He had only needed to travel from the