The archers on the inside of the wall maintained a constant shooting density at a constant distance. The arrows passed over the heads of the heavy armored infantry and landed in the black mist farther away, limiting the speed of the approaching monsters to a certain extent.
Those monsters are continuously emerging from the black mist.
The black fog in the distance is still thick, and it is difficult to see their specific number and distribution density, but you can always see new outlines emerging from the fog.
Move forward along the ground that has been cleared of paths, filling the gaps in the front line that are being compressed by Scorpion, fire cans, and heavy armored infantry.
The queues and attack rhythms they formed were like a never-ending tide that continued to squeeze the dividing line drawn by flames and steel.
The front is under new pressure at every moment, and new positions are constantly filled in the gaps that have been repulsed, maintaining a continuous filling pressure that will not retreat.
Redd stood on the inside of the wall, looking away from the heavy armored infantry who were fighting, scanning the landing points of the catapults and the trajectories of Scorpion arrows that fell further away, and then cast a glance towards the darkness further away.
He felt weak continuous vibrations coming from the ground under his feet, as if something heavier and denser was moving in the direction of the camp from farther away, forming a longer wave.
The inertia of battle is constantly pushing, burning, breaking and filling the boundary between iron and fire.
And that line has not broken yet, but is constantly under pressure, slowly moving backward or forward, like two wavy edges that are eroding each other and are seeing each other repeatedly.
Each wave leaves behind a new layer of debris and embers, waiting for the next wave to re-form and come again.
Redd stood on the inside of the wall, scanning the battlefield from three directions in sequence, as if measuring a slowly bending arc with his sight, checking where it was bearing the greatest pressure.
The physical strength and formation of the heavy armored infantry fighting the monsters were being continuously depleted. Although the casualties were not large, everyone's movements were half a beat slower than at the beginning of the war.
The archers inside the wall were also shooting less frequently. Some stopped to rub their fingers on the string, and then picked up the bow again.
Those monsters are still pouring out of the black mist in batches, filling the gap torn by Scorpion and the fire pot, like a dark tide that will never dry up.
The way was blocked by the flames and steel in front, but they were still piling up and piling up backwards, waiting for the first the Rift to appear on the line of defense.
An elite force of three thousand people would never be able to survive a night under such intensity.
Humans are not made of iron. Iron will also develop fatigue lines after repeated forging, and then start to break from the intersection of those lines.
Those monsters have no concept of fatigue. They will not feel tired due to continuous fighting, will not have the thought of retreating because the same kind in front of them is burned to ashes, and will not have any instructions other than "keep moving forward."
The longer the time goes on, the greater the possibility of being breached. Once there is a gap on the front that cannot be filled in time, the entire camp's defense will be torn apart.
The fire oil tanks have been emptied into some spare areas, and Scorpion's crossbow arrow reserves are also continuing to be consumed. Those things can last for one to two hours, but they will not last until dawn.
He quickly completed the switch from assessment to decision-making in his mind, and then issued instructions to King Ghidorah through his spiritual link.
On the hill to the right of the camp, something was moving in the darkness.
First there were a few subtle sounds, the friction sound of the scales rubbing against the rock, then the sound of the bones and joints moving when the wings were spread out, and finally a low roar emanating from the three heads at the same time.
The sound spread from the hills to all directions, forming a wide sound wave between the black mist and fire outside the camp, causing some of the approaching monsters to briefly pause.
Immediately afterwards, several rows of orange-red light spots lit up on the hillside. This was because the surface of different numbers of Demon Dragon scales began to accumulate heat and was warming up from dark to visible light. Layers of fine light emitted from all locations on the hillside lit up at the same time.
With the second roar of King Ghidorah, the Demon Dragons began to glide out from the hills. After spreading their wings, they took advantage of the night airflow and flew downward along the slope of the hills, bringing up bursts of chaotic, up-and-down airflows as they flew over the camp.
Those air currents lifted the edges of the tent's canvas, picked up the fine sand and ashes on the ground, and blew some loose ropes and hanging objects to sway.
The fabric of the tent made a continuous, tense and loose shaking sound under the impact of the airflow, as if it was being fiddled with by a huge hand.
The Demon Dragon group crossed the wall, crossed the ditch, crossed the burning fire line, and flew into the area covered by black mist.
Their Dragonfire began to spray out during the flight, and sheets of flames covered them from low in the sky and spread along the ground.
When those flames fell on the advancing monster group, they first ignited a small area, and then spread quickly.
A continuous burning covering layer is formed within the same area, burning monsters within the covering area from the moment they come into contact with the flames until they are completely incapacitated.
Some larger monsters will struggle to take a few steps forward after coming into contact with the flames. The flames on their bodies will drag out several intermittent strips of light, and then they will roll over and fall, like a piece of melting coke.
Smaller monsters lose their ability to move the moment the flames touch them.
The colors of Dragonfire sprayed by different Demon Dragon are different.
Orange-red is the most common color, like an ordinary flame that is stretched and twisted into a bunch of airflow, with obvious thermal radiation distortion when passing through the air;
The edges of the flames ejected by several dark dragons showed a dark ink texture, as if something was suppressing the bright bottom layer;
A few of them eject blue or greenish flames, which contrast with the surrounding orange-red when they fall on the ground, leaving a visual contrast that looks like a cold tone.
The number of white flames is the smallest, and only two or three Demon Dragon can be sprayed out. The trajectories they draw in flight are particularly clear against the dim background.
The light emitted after landing on the ground is also stronger than other Dragonfire, making the darkness around the landing location illuminated farther and longer.
King Ghidorah and Ehm were the last ones to leave the hill.
The size of Ehm is particularly large among the sub-adult Demon Dragon, and its scales still maintain that deep dark luster in the night.
It maintains a stable speed during flight, with a just right distance between it and King Ghidorah.