At the border between the Kingdom of Saint Sordin and the Necromancer Empire, the Divine Wall, the Lulimas Snowfield.
On a colossal ice wall a hundred meters tall and more than ten meters wide, large groups of soldiers dressed in cold-weather gear roared as they stood in a line and worked together to operate over a thousand heavy ballistae.
Bang!
The taut bowstrings snapped loose. The snowflakes falling from the sky were shattered in large swaths as a metal bolt shot out. The entire bolt was at least three meters long—however one looked at it, it clearly was not a weapon meant for dealing with humans.
The metal bolt tore through the air and reached the bottom of the ice wall almost instantly, piercing straight through the body of a humanoid creature without any obstruction.
With a loud crack, the humanoid creature's upper body exploded, spraying pale green blood. Its lower body staggered forward several steps before collapsing.
Below the ice wall, countless humanoid creatures charged toward it. Their skin was deathly pale, and they looked almost identical to humans, but their eyes were green—a ghastly green. Merely staring into those eyes made one's hair stand on end. They... were the necromancers.
The necromancers were numerous, but they were not cannon fodder. On the contrary, they all wore finely forged armor and carried gleaming weapons. Judging from their charging formation, they were clearly a well-trained army.
"Gait! (For the King)!"
"Gait! (For the King)!"
Hundreds of thousands of necromancers roared as they charged toward the ice wall. They were not emotionless creatures. On the contrary, necromancers were somewhat single-minded. Once they set their minds on something, they would accomplish it no matter the cost.
No one knew why the necromancers were so fixated on attacking the Divine Wall. After all,