The enemy army outside the city had finally finished preparing. Siege ladders slowly advanced, while countless arrows and stones from catapults rained down so heavily that Ronan and the others could not even raise their heads. They could only huddle beneath the battlements, unable to fight back at all.
The scaling ladders reached the wall. To avoid harming their own troops, the rain of arrows finally ceased, giving Ronan and the defenders a brief respite. But they immediately had to fight the enemy soldiers climbing up the ladders.
Ronan and the others had no means of countering the enemy's scaling ladders or siege ladders. They could only defend passively. It was only a matter of time before the wall fell. Ronan could only hope that Terra's reinforcements would arrive before they were all dead.
Standing at a gap in the battlements, Ronan repeatedly thrust his spear past enemy shields with precision, striking their arms or shoulders and knocking them down one after another. For the moment, the enemy could not climb onto the wall by way of the scaling ladders.
But once the siege ladders reached the wall, the situation changed at once. Large numbers of enemy soldiers climbed onto the wall by way of the siege ladders, multiplying the defenders' pressure. They could no longer spare the effort to hold back the enemies on the scaling ladders.
After hurling his spear like a javelin and piercing an enemy soldier through the chest, Ronan had no choice but to draw his two-handed greatsword and fight the enemy at close quarters.
Ronan caught an enemy's longsword, then freed one hand to grip the blade near its tip and press forward. He charged with all his strength, and beneath his tremendous force, the enemy was driven back step by step. Several men