The demons' offensive knew no reason. They never cared about casualties, much less things like stamina. They simply charged, charged through the line of fire, and charged up the walls! If one wave failed, they sent another! There were plenty of dretches!
At last, after the fifth wave of attacks, nearly tens of thousands of dretch corpses had been piled all the way up to the battlements! Dretches had limited courage after all. Even under the supervision of mid-rank demons, once casualties reached thirty or forty thousand, huge numbers of dretches could no longer help but break and flee.
The remaining tens of thousands of dretches fled madly from the front lines, and there was simply no stopping them under such circumstances. But the other demons did not care, because their purpose of exhausting the enemy had already been achieved. Most of Disaster Coin Town's ranged weapons had reached their limits. Neither bowstrings nor cannon barrels could fire without limit, and consumables like arrows and shells were semi-nonrenewable resources even in the Abyss, requiring replenishment from the Material Plane.
It could be said that with the rout of tens of thousands of dretches, their mission had essentially been completed! Now it was time for the mid-rank demons, the backbone of the force, to take the stage!
The thick-skinned, tough-fleshed goristros charged at the front. They paid no heed to arrow fire, because so long as vital points were not struck, the attacks were not enough to affect them. Vrocks dived down from the sky, while sinister yet elegant bulezaus prowled along both flanks. Demons of this sort had been cunning and deceitful in life, and they became even more so after reincarnation. Behind them came the hezrous responsible for climbing the walls. These were the true main force, and every