When Diu Ni Leimu led his men to the positions outside the Military Camp facing the swamp, he had barely entered the elevated frontline command post, let alone found a window to observe the battle, before an even more violent tremor shook the ground beneath his feet.
Diu Ni Leimu froze for a moment. Then, coming to his senses, he rushed to the nearest observation window, took out his Telescope, and looked beyond the Military Camp.
A scalp-prickling rustle of scales scraping through mud and wet grass surged like a tide from the dark swamp beyond the camp perimeter.
The sound grew louder and closer, finally merging into an eerie shriek of savage, primal fury as countless Lamia Snakefolk hissed and roared.
"Flares! Launch the flares, now!"
Diu Ni Leimu bellowed.
In fact, since Players made up more than half the Holy Crusade Army, its soldiers showed exceptional initiative. Some had already begun making preparations when Diu Ni Leimu was attacked by the assassin.
Whoosh... bang...
A piercing whistle split the night sky at the same time as his command rang out.
Ten magnesium flares shot into the air and burst violently, releasing dazzling, cold white light that instantly illuminated a vast stretch outside the camp as brightly as day!
The sight before him made Diu Ni Leimu, who was experiencing a major battle for the first time, hold his breath.
Beyond the chevaux de frise and shallow trenches around the camp, the once-silent swamp, with its smell of rotting vegetation, had erupted into turmoil. Countless Lamia Snakefolk surged toward the human defenses at astonishing speed, like a black torrent pouring from the depths of hell.
They slithered swiftly through the dark swamp, their densely packed scales reflecting a sinister sheen beneath the cold light of the flares. Rank upon