779. Battle on the Border

Aierlin endured the sour stench and lay at the edge of the freshly dug trench, holding an Explosive Crossbow in one hand while bracing himself on the rim with the other as he looked down the slope below them.

Below the slope, a white mass of Puji surged like maggots, constantly drawing closer.

"Where are the Puji Masters? Why can't I see any Puji Masters?"

Aierlin took a slap to the back of the head and hurriedly straightened his helmet. He heard his officer's voice come from behind him.

"Idiot! Those are controlled by the Fungal Fortress's Mushroom Transformers. The Mushroom Transformers are mixed in among them. Just kill them all in a while—"

Those Puji curled into balls one after another and began to charge.

Only when the Puji had rolled halfway up the slope did the officer give the order to attack.

Aierlin raised his crossbow, aimed at one Puji in that white mass that seemed to be deliberately controlling its speed, and fired the bolt.

The explosion tore the target Puji and several others around it to pieces. Almost at the same time, more than ten nearby Puji released their spherical forms, fell to the ground, and froze in a daze.

The dwarves' trenches were built in tiers. Bolts shot out from the rear, and explosions erupted one after another among the Puji horde, successfully stopping their momentum.

However, before long, Puji appeared in the sky as well.

Aierlin aimed his reloaded bolt at the sky, only to take another punch from his officer. "Keep attacking the Puji on the ground. The ones in the sky aren't your problem!"

Sure enough, when those Flying Puji tried to close in and fire Mushroom Cannons—or simply self-destruct—the dwarf Mages in the fortresses at the trench Nodes made their move.