In an instant, the Mysterious Creatures surged forward like a tumultuous black tide, their momentum overwhelming. The scene felt as terrifying as the arrival of the apocalypse. The Minister of War, his expression grim yet resolute, let out a thunderous roar: "Form ranks! Spearmen, move to the front immediately and form a shield wall! Archers, prepare to fire at once!"
The soldiers, well-trained and disciplined, moved instantly in response to the command. A forest of spears was raised in unison, glinting with a cold, metallic sheen, while shields were locked tightly together, forming an impenetrable wall of steel. Simultaneously, the archers had already notched their arrows, their eyes focused and unwavering as they aimed at the oncoming horde. With a crisp, sharp command, a hail of arrows was released. The projectiles streaked through the air like a dense rain, whistling as they struck the Mysterious Creatures.
However, these creatures were formidable foes; the scales covering their bodies were harder than anything imaginable. Ordinary arrows merely struck sparks against them, like ants trying to shake a tree, failing to inflict any real damage. Undeterred, the Mysterious Creatures broke through the barrage of arrows and collided with the front line like ravenous wolves. Chaos erupted as the sounds of battle, agonizing screams, and the screeching of the creatures intertwined into a tragic dirge from hell. The carnage was unbearable to witness.
Chapter 224