Zhang Tie did not know whether to count himself lucky or unlucky. He had only just arrived in Moge City and spent one night there, yet the very next day he encountered such a grand spectacle.
Many people who wanted to leave the city but could not had gathered by Moge City's northern wall, watching what was happening before them. Many faces had gone pale. When something reached the scale of a million and was laid out before your eyes, even if those things were mere ants, they would still fill you with terror and an overwhelming sense of momentum.
What was charging toward Moge City at that moment was not ants, but a legion of demonized puppets.
At least two demonized puppet legions were charging toward Moge City.
Many of those gathered atop the northern gate wall alongside Zhang Tie were demon hunters from the war zone, along with a few rangers. There was not much difference between the two. Demon hunters were experts with military backgrounds, while rangers were experts who had voluntarily come to the Selnes War Zone to resist the Devil Race. Both had extensive experience fighting the Devil Race and demonized puppets, and many demon hunters were even officers. That was why the garrison at the gate allowed Zhang Tie and the others onto the wall to see what exactly was happening.
The little trees and grass beyond the walls trembled. The ponds beside them shivered with ring after ring of ripples. The earth boomed like thunder—the sound of over a million demonized puppets running. From afar, the demonized puppets charging toward Moge City looked like a filthy, ferocious tidal wave. Everyone, Zhang Tie included, held their breath.
Directly behind the section of wall where Zhang Tie stood rose a cannon tower over fifty meters