The bombardment continued.
The second wave, the third wave, the fourth wave... Countless Mana Bombs were hurled out, and countless knights fell. As the core of this miracle, Ragehorn was different from the others. He had extra chances to revive!
He could revive three times!
After the fifth round of bombardment, the Minotaur Knight Order had been almost completely spent. Yet Ragehorn was still charging madly onward. His two revivals had already transformed him into something utterly inhuman.
Originally, aside from his head, the rest of his body had resembled that of an ordinary burly human. But now, six arms had sprouted from his body, the horns on his head had grown enormous, and scales covered him from head to toe. Tails as long as five meters swung behind him, actually batting Mana Bombs away...
Perhaps stirred by the War God's Miracle, the undisciplined Orcs at the rear also charged through the "minefield" toward Twilight City. They knew neither pain, exhaustion, nor fear as they charged without end...
Gradually, all the Mana Bombs in the "minefield" had been triggered, and the explosions in the distance began to subside. Yet the catapult bombardment did not stop, continuing to rapidly weaken the enemies rushing toward them.
Watching those frenzied soldiers, watching Ragehorn—already inhuman—riding a crimson war bull at the forefront of the charge, some of the soldiers atop Twilight City's walls finally began to tremble.
Lucina's gaze was solemn. "All gunners, prepare! Archers, prepare! Aim at the Minotaur leader... Fire!"
The instant the order was given, nearly a thousand rays and hundreds of long arrows carrying Mana Bombs gleamed at almost the same time. Accompanied by shrill whistles tearing through the air, they struck Ragehorn's huge inhuman body!
No matter how mad or inhuman Ragehorn was, he was still only a high-order