The goblin mages said nothing. They merely accepted the strategist's orders with heavy hearts. Forming a circle, they pressed their staffs together and prepared explosion magic. Once unleashed, it would turn the high walls into a sea of fire, and the goblin longbowmen stationed atop them would surely not survive.
The Space Wolves charged onto the walls the instant the goblin longbowmen drew their bowstrings. They did not even need to climb; with a push of their legs, they leaped straight up.
Their heavy bodies made the walls tremble. Fortunately, the villagers had put their hearts into building them, or they would surely have collapsed beneath the Space Wolves' assault.
If longbows could not damage the Space Wolves' armor, daggers stood even less of a chance. Soon, the mangled corpses of goblin longbowmen were continuously flung down from the walls. This cruel sight sent a chill through Platinum Dragon Lord, who witnessed it all.
What hatred. What contempt. What ruthlessness...
From the Space Wolves' slaughter, Platinum Dragon Lord understood Ainz's meaning. Compared to him, a ruler of death whose appearance was rejected by the world, these radiant knights clad in heavy armor were even more terrifying. The force driving them was more brutal than even the Eight Greed Kings.
The image within the crystal continued. A Space Wolf lifted a goblin longbowman's corpse in one hand, then hurled it toward the goblin heavy infantry lined up in formation on the street.
It was a provocation, but the goblin heavy infantry could only endure it. They could see that they were no match for these invaders in single combat. Only by standing united could they hope for victory.
"Hah!!!"
The goblin mages had finally finished preparing their spell. Together, they wove a massive fireball and hurled it at the fallen wall.