Creaking and groaning, the gates of Lordaeron City burst open with a crash. At the sight, the allied soldiers pushing the battering ram let go, stopped what they were doing, and began to cheer. Their thunderous cheers swept across the battlefield in an instant, and countless allied soldiers who had witnessed the gates swing open joined in.
Everyone present knew exactly what it meant for the gates to be open.
Taking the city in a single day would be more than a slogan. As Rex watched, his heart burned with excitement. He took a deep breath, gripped his greatsword with both hands, and rushed toward Lordaeron City. This was an opportunity that came once in a thousand years, and he would never let it slip away.
Several Abominations stood before Rex, the stitching on their bodies glaringly obvious. As he rushed up to them, a foul stench filled his nostrils. He had expected all of this, and his expression changed as his soul pressure erupted in full force. He held nothing back, unleashing every last bit of his soul pressure. This was a first for him.
Ever since he had broken through to become a Heroic Powerhouse, Rex had always kept something in reserve. Now, to end the battle swiftly, seize the initiative, and conquer Lordaeron City completely, he abandoned every fallback.
When the gates were breached, the Abominations stationed there immediately began to clog the entrance, using their own bodies as a defensive barrier to keep the allied soldiers outside from charging in. Yet they had barely taken a few steps when their already swaying bodies suddenly sank under a crushing weight. The ones at the very front, who had been staggering like drunks, lost their balance and fell straight to the ground. They became stepping stones for the