Centurion Atli, who had stormed the city walls, was now serious.
He had seen it clearly from behind.
The defenders of Sandcastle Number Fourteen were not as strong as they had imagined, and after the attack by the [ Practice More If You're Bad ] 100-man team, their defenses were no longer as impregnable as they had been at the beginning.
Atli himself suffered absolutely no losses in combat power.
He didn't treat [ Practice More If You're Bad ] as one of his own, but rather as cannon fodder that could be discarded at will.
Seeing that most of the enemy's elite troops were already lying dead under the city walls, he became ruthless. His body swelled up, and he immediately overturned seven or eight skeleton soldiers and Soul Returner mercenaries.
[ Practice More If You're Bad ], lying in the sand beneath the outer wall, received a message from [ Western Sharpshooter ]:
"Hey friend, why did you send me the Hulk?"
"Wow, is this guy really that outrageous?"
[ Practice More If You're Bad ] Recalling the Hulk's appearance, I feel that it doesn't quite match Atli.
Although Atli was a size bigger after transforming, his armor didn't even break. He was only a little over two meters tall, and it was his overly strong limbs that made him look scary.
[ Western Sharpshooter ] stared intently at Atli, replying in the chat box:
"Calling him the Hulk is a bit of an exaggeration, but it always reminds me of that teenage version of the Red Hulk."
"Okay, we didn't get any information about his symbiotic animal, but since he can grow bigger, maybe he's... a pufferfish?"
"Pufferfish?"
The corners of [ Western Sharpshooter ]'s mouth curled up slightly:
"Cowboys like pufferfish."
Atli reached out with both hands to his sides simultaneously, accurately grabbing two skeleton soldiers.
Then came the classic " Facebreaker " move. With two "crack" sounds, the skulls of the two skeleton soldiers shattered into countless pieces, and the Psionic Energy flames in their eyes were instantly extinguished.
Knowing that there was a formidable enemy, the fortress knight Colin had already arrived nearby. As a veteran fortress knight, he had a deep understanding of the Imperial military system.
The guy in front of me is much stronger than a regular centurion, but slightly weaker than an Imperial chiliarch.
He seems to be an old guy stuck in his position, feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.
Whether he truly saw through the other person's true nature at a glance or this person genuinely resembled him, Colin had already placed his hand on the longsword at his waist.
They can't stop an enemy like this; we have to do it ourselves!
Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind Colin:
"Sir Knight!"
The fortress knight turned around and saw the [ Western Sharpshooter ] rushing over:
What do you want?
"How dare the Knight deal with such trash?"
"Oh?"
Colin understood the meaning behind the other person's words, and sure enough, the next moment [ Western Sharpshooter ] said impatiently:
"Your subordinate is willing to share your burdens, sir."
"Good!"
Colin immediately agreed, because he had discovered a very serious problem—
To ensure he could find more reliable mercenaries, he sent [ Aluode ] back to the homeland of the Soul Returner, while entrusting his equally useful subordinate [ Dark Archmage ] with the important task of guarding Fortress Number Fifteen.
In previous scouting missions, he had lost several of his close skeleton warriors.
That night, the fortress's knight, Colin, was astonished to find that he had almost no trusted men left!
That guy named [ Mules and Horses Drive the Sun ] is quite lucky; we could consider giving him a slight promotion.
Besides him...
Colin turned his gaze to the [ Western Sharpshooter ] in front of him, then made a serious promise:
"Let this damned imperialist shut up again, and I'll promote you to my squire!"
Unexpectedly, [ Western Sharpshooter ] shook his head and walked forward, saying at the same time:
"My lord, I have no interest in being a retainer. Please convert it into gold coins as you wish."
As he spoke, he stepped out of the crowd and faced the monster that was raging on the city wall.
The outer walls of Sandcastle Number Fourteen have also suffered many misfortunes. Just a few days ago, they were demolished by Half-Treant Aggregate formed by five players. They had just been roughly repaired when this battle occurred.
As the monster rampaged across the city walls, many places became dilapidated again.
"Hey, you imperialist!"
[ Western Sharpshooter ] cursed using a newly learned nickname:
"Open your eyes and see who's here!"
The berserk armored monster in front of them suddenly turned around, still clutching a blood-stained longsword in its hand.
It was a two-handed metal knife with a thick back and a wide blade, but it didn't feel out of place at all when Atli held it alone.
"Let's fight!"
Atli roared and swung his greatsword in a flourish that was usually only possible with a one-handed sword, the whooshing sound almost deafening the [ Western Sharpshooter ].
Looking at the imposing enemy charging towards them, even Colin behind him was sweating for the [ Western Sharpshooter ].
However, the mercenary showed no fear at this moment, and simply drew a strange, short, stick-like weapon from his waist, which was less than the length of his forearm.
Before Colin could even see what it was, he saw [ Western Sharpshooter ] raise his short stick and point it at the enemy, followed by a deafening "bang".
The next moment he saw a burst of blood mist erupt from the shoulder of the tall, muscular enemy clad in heavy armor, and a nick appeared in the thick-backed, steel-forged double-handed sword.
"This... you... uh..."
He only managed to utter a few syllables before the burly enemy, who had been so aggressive just a second ago, staggered toward the edge of the outer wall and then collapsed.
A Soul Returner from the Imperial faction, not far away, suddenly broke free from feigning death upon seeing this, and then shouted at the top of his lungs:
"The centurion is dead! Run! The centurion is dead! Run!"
With the aid of a Aberration plant resembling a trumpet flower, his voice instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield.
Before the crowd could recover from the previous loud noise, they heard these words. Turning around, they saw their centurion fall off the city wall and plunge into the sand, his fate unknown.
"The royal army has been defeated! Retreat! Retreat!"
"We can't hold on any longer, brothers, run!"
Don't ask me who the tanks are—the slow ones are the tanks!
At this moment, many of the feigning dead Soul Returner quietly revived, and then instantly began to stir up trouble, frantically destroying the already dwindling morale of the army.
After shouting a few times, to prove their words were true, the group immediately took the lead and started running, naturally heading west, the direction of the empire, the place where everyone's spirits were anchored.
Centurion Atli, who fell off the city wall, did not actually die; he was merely seriously injured and temporarily unable to move due to the fall.
But he could still hear the sounds.
One after another, shouts that were undermining morale came from the air. He initially thought it was an enemy plot, until at one point he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
That was something that should have been dead already [ the Practice More If You're Bad ]!
Damn it, I've been tricked!