The Eve of the Decisive Battle (Part Two)

Under the barrage of arrows, the cannon-fodder demons in the front ranks fell dead like stalks of wheat being mowed down.

It had to be said that the demons' fighting spirit was commendable.

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

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

After the cannon fodder had fallen, it was the turn of the miscellaneous demons.

The mighty 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 the Ram Demons and Abyss Demon Dogs had a much worse fate. Arrows stuck out all over their bodies as they fell with piteous howls, often struggling for a long time before they died.

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

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

At last, the demons reached the camp wall, built from logs.

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

This method held the enemy back for a while, but soon demons were stepping on their companions' shoulders and climbing over the wall, where they clashed with the human soldiers and natives.

The fighting spread from outside the wall into the camp, and the situation began to turn against the defenders.

Everywhere Renard looked, he saw demons.

They were like black waves crashing violently against the reefs beneath his feet. One misstep, and he could be swept away and killed.

Before long, a deafening explosion rang out a few kilometers from where he stood.

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