That was what he said, but Nalant naturally had no intention of calling the Lightning Legion to a halt halfway.
After all, if he did not let the defenders in the city taste a little pain, they probably would not know what fear was. They might even think Nalant's Lightning Legion was useless.
The lightning continued for more than half a minute after that.
After more than half a minute, there was no longer a single person standing on the walls of Desen City.
The soldiers who could run had basically all run, while those who had not... had most likely become piles of charcoal.
Only a small number of powerful ones lay heavily wounded on the ground, and they had also lost more than half their lives.
"Th-this... what on earth is going on? Could those girls be witches?"
At this moment, Daryl no longer had the brimming confidence he had shown earlier.
He looked at his subordinates collapsed atop the city wall, and at the carefully arranged awnings meant to defend against enemy catapults.
His confidence had long since been smashed until not a scrap remained.
The enemy had not even begun their attack yet.
They had merely sent a ten-thousand-strong force to stand outside the city, and it had directly caused the city wall's defenses to collapse.
He finally understood just how ignorant he had been.
And while Daryl was at a loss, Arnold and the others outside the city approached the wall once more.
This time, naturally, they had still come to persuade them to surrender.
When they arrived below the city wall and saw the dense, countless charred pits blasted out by lightning all around them, Cullen and the others felt their scalps go numb.
One could imagine just how terrified the soldiers on the