Sometimes, over the course of a lifetime, people did things that others found utterly inexplicable. Back on Hidden Dragon Island, Zhang Tie had heard of a senior brother from Hidden Dragon Hall who loved surfing when hurricanes whipped the sea into terrifying waves dozens of meters high. Zhang Tie had never quite understood why—until today. Watching the millions of demonized puppet troops in the distance surge toward them like colossal waves dozens of meters high, he understood. It was the fearless oath surging in every man's soul—I came, I saw, I conquered!
By evening, the slope of corpses piled outside Moge City's northern wall had finally reached the height of the city wall. The filthy hands of the first demonized puppet finally clawed their way over the top of Moge City's wall, and then it leaped up.?..
Without any surprise, that batch of demonized puppets was completely slaughtered by the defenders stationed atop the wall. Their bodies tumbled down from the wall, adding a little more height to that slope.
After ten days of relentless, storm-like assaults on Moge City, at the very moment they were able to climb the walls, the demonized puppets stopped. All of them withdrew from the front lines and returned to the main force. The outskirts of Moge City abruptly fell silent, entering a brief and eerie peace. At that very moment, the shrill alarms atop every air-defense tower in Moge City rang out like the final roar and wail of this human city, shaking everyone to the core. In that instant, everyone stationed in the city stopped what they were doing and listened intently. It was the alarm that the Devil Race had climbed the walls, and an urgent, life-or-death warning to every human in the city—the Devil Race was coming.
When the alarm