The Eve of the Decisive Battle (Part Two)

Under the covering fire of a hail of arrows, the cannon-fodder demons in the front ranks fell like wheat before a scythe.

The demons' fighting spirit was certainly worthy of praise.

Even knowing they were doomed, they still dared to charge.

Their courage deserved admiration, but it could not spare them death.

Once the cannon fodder had fallen, the miscellaneous demons were next.

The powerfully built Minotaur Demons could use their companions' corpses as shields, while the Scythe Demons, with their bone blades, could block arrows with their arms.

Ordinary demons like Ram Demons and Abyss Demon Dogs fared far worse. Arrows bristled from their bodies as they fell with pitiful howls, often struggling for a long time before they died.

As the distance closed, the bows fired faster and faster, and the arrows grew ever denser.

Even so, they could not stop the demon army from advancing.

At last, the demons reached the camp walls, which had been built from logs.

But before they could show their excitement, gleaming spears thrust through the gaps in the walls and pierced their hearts.

This tactic held the enemy back for a moment. Soon, demons were climbing over the wall on their companions' shoulders and fighting the human soldiers and natives.

The battle spread from beyond the camp walls into the camp itself, and the situation began to turn against them.

Everywhere Renard looked, he saw demons.

They were like black waves, pounding fiercely against the rocks beneath his feet. The slightest mistake could sweep him away to his death.

Before long, a tremendous explosion rang out several kilometers from where he stood.

He turned to look. A fiery red glow lit up the sky, as if a meteor had crashed to earth.

It was clear that some position had become impossible