"Boom, boom, boom..."
The Golden Behemoth Demonless was the first to attack the western gate. Roaring furiously, he hammered his enormous golden-furred palms against the heavy gate, several feet thick, like golden warhammers, denting it and shaking grit from the walls.
More than a dozen ballistae fired massive bolts, but failed to pierce Demonless's gleaming golden-furred hide. More than a dozen magic towers turned toward him, unleashing large-scale compound spells such as Furious Thunder Descends, Fire Dragon Roar, and frost storms. They scorched patches of his Golden Behemoth body black, yet he continued battering the gate.
"Death Cloud!"
"Curse of Weakness!"
"Curse of Decay!"
"Torment!"
Dozens of Greater Corpse Witches and Lich Masters appeared atop the gate with bone staves in hand. As they waved their staves, dark spells of curses and weakening descended, steadily sapping the Golden Behemoth Demonless's terrifying strength, vitality, defenses, and more.
Siege engines and defensive engines exchanged fire across the distance, still bursting into one bloom of fireworks after another.
The advantage of the ten thousand Cyclopes over siege engines lay in their mobility and concentrated attacks. The magic towers simply could not cope. Masonry shattered under the bombardment, and undead tumbled down like dumplings dropped into a pot. Even dragons would be wounded by a direct hit, and even Death Knights would fall.
Ten thousand Behemoths battered the walls ferociously like battering rams and excavators, smashing apart great stretches of fortification and gouging out shocking holes dozens of meters across.
Tier-nine troops such as angels, dragons, and demons fought fiercely in the air and on the walls, crushing one another in a chaotic battle. The difference lay in Blackwing Xueshan's Light-Dark Angels. Not only could they wield light magic devastating to the undead, but their melee prowess actually allowed them to clash head-on