Rumble!
As the sound drew closer, the Naaru finally saw what was approaching.
They were armored Knights, their bodies glowing white and Lightsabers in their hands. Without pausing for even a moment, they charged into the demon legion with unstoppable momentum amid the demons' terrified cries.
Blood splashed everywhere. For the first time, the Naaru and their Holy Light Warriors realized how fragile demons could be. What a slaughter it was! Before these Knights, the demons were like feeble old men, utterly unable to fight back. No matter how they knelt and begged for mercy, merciless wolf hooves crushed their bodies without hesitation, trampling them into scattered pulp.
Even many of the strong-willed Holy Light Warriors felt their stomachs churn at the sight. Some could clearly see the demons desperately climbing the walls, looking up at them with pleading expressions. They looked as pitiful as could be.
Yet the Holy Light Warriors felt no sympathy whatsoever. Instead, they felt the satisfaction of vengeance in their hearts. Even those once-savage demons had finally met their match! Thinking of their invaded homelands, they remembered their own defenseless kin. Hadn't they begged the demons in just the same way?
Had the demons spared them? No! They had even reveled in their victims' dying pleas and sobs.
Under the demons' pitiful gazes, the Holy Light Warriors raised their bows without hesitation, drew the strings, and aimed their arrows at the demons' heads. Amid the demons' final curses, a dense rain of arrows swept over the walls.
At that moment, the demons' screams sounded like a victory song, bringing joy to the warriors along the defensive line. They had waited who knew how many years for this day.
The slaughter continued. Like merciless killing machines, the Holy Light Clerics spared not a single demon, while