A powerful arcane beam pierced straight through the Wrathgate from top to bottom.
The lower gate was blasted open, leaving a breach roughly ten meters long. The engineers inside quickly dropped every crossbeam forged from Saronite to stop the human Allied Forces charging toward them.
"Quick, bring me the High-Energy Explosive!" Moss moved swiftly, throwing down his greatsword and catching the explosive his assistant tossed him.
This mixture of explosives packed into a metal casing was one of the materials used to make Mage Hunters. Though it lacked their wide-ranging destructive power, it was extremely effective against small, heavily fortified positions.
"Protect the Commander!" the blue-robed Priest ordered every member of his squad to keep casting Power Word Shield on Moss, protecting the young master from surprise Shadow Spells cast by Scourge Mages.
This Priest squad answered directly to the Ashvane Family. It was also the family's only unit that had not undergone restructuring-the last small privilege Lord Ashvane retained after the Family Council's reforms.
Holy Light Shields followed Moss forward. Stubborn as ever, he watched steel crossbeams rain down from above, threatening to seal the entire breach. Without worrying whether the holy spells could keep pace, he charged ahead.
His thinking was simple: if the vanguard failed to seize this chance to break through, the entire charge would have been for nothing.
Once Moss accelerated, the protection of the Holy Light no longer gave him its soothing warmth. Yet he felt no fear.
Damn it, I should never have listened to Rowan and attended those Party classes. A man as terrified of dying as me has actually fallen in love with this spirit of self-sacrifice and leading the charge.
There's definitely something wrong with the ideas Rowan's been spreading!
Carrying the High-Energy Explosive on his shoulder, Moss charged into