Volume Four: The Buddha Saves No One; Only I, the Demon, Shall Save Them - The Real Battle (Part Two)

Only today did Luo Qian truly understand what war was. He watched soldiers fall before his eyes, yet could do nothing. His troops knew perfectly well that they were rebels and would die if captured—Gesberti had carried out Luo Qian's indoctrination thoroughly, without a doubt—so they fought for their lives.

The heavy infantry suffered terrible losses under the Earth Sink spells and flying magic. The warriors of the Archangel Brigade were masters of both magic and martial combat. They swung their holy cross swords to fend off the magical attacks, then beat their wings and charged. They were less than three hundred meters from the Luo Mine's defensive line. If they broke through, they would seize the initiative.

The Centaur Javelin Throwers charged with them. After covering several dozen meters, they hurled their javelins with all the force of their charge. More than a thousand dark-tipped javelins flew toward the enemy lines, trailing a wind that sounded like a sob. The Centaur's advance was perfectly ordered. As the next rank surged forward, they left enough space between them for the first rank to withdraw at its leisure. The first wave ebbed away, and the next swept in.

The javelins struck with far more force than arrows. Pressure on the Mine's barrier surged, and the area it protected underwent Shrinking by nearly half. Gesberti hurriedly ordered, "Feed it more energy Crystal Stones!" A Messenger snatched up a Communication Conch and shouted into it, passing the order down through the ranks.

The God King stood on a distant peak with several of his senior ministers. Defeat after defeat had become more than His Majesty could bear. He was determined to win today's assault. "Prepare," he ordered Pale-ly. Behind him, a stout old man with snow-white hair and beard gave a slight nod.