Night fell...
Blue Radiance Empire's Vansdian showed none of the quiet of night. The sky above was ablaze with light, and amid the thunderous din, all manner of dazzling flashes erupted from time to time.
The battle on the western side had already reached a white-hot stage. Fierce fighting raged in the skies and across the ground, with both sides fighting as though their lives meant nothing.
The ground before the city walls was riddled with scars, many places soaked in searing crimson. That lava-like blood-red sludge had formed from the melted remains of Abyss monsters.
Many corpses that had not yet dissolved were heaped into mountains. Arrows and magic rifle bullets rained down from the battlements, ceaselessly halting the approaching hordes of Rift Demons and Berserk Demons. Even so, the flood from the Abyss continued to press forward, and many monsters that had reached the walls had begun to climb.
Casualties gradually appeared among the defenders, most of them wounded by the bone spikes fired by Berserk Demons while attacking. Each Berserk Demon had six bone spikes and could fire no more than six times, but their numbers were simply too terrifying. Under such dense attacks, even the Dwarf Race's greatshield warriors could not cover every angle.
More and more Abyss monsters crowded near the walls. From afar, that sea of blood-red seemed to be endlessly battering the city walls, its "waves" piling higher and higher as they rapidly neared the battlements.
Sandro did not panic. He gave an order to the First Mage Legion. The elf mages marched neatly onto the battlements, ignoring the monsters already close at hand and making no move to evade the bone spikes filling the skies as they swiftly began casting the spell they had long been preparing.
The shield of a dwarf