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"Hold on! Quick! Hold the line!"

The repair team leader roared as he personally grabbed a handful of gel and applied it to a newly appeared tiny crack, sweat mixed with dust streaming down his forehead.

A dwarf engineer was hit on the shoulder by falling debris, grunted, and almost dropped his rune-carving knife, but he gritted his teeth and immediately lunged forward again.

"For the fortress!"

The shield bearers roared, and the tower shield slammed away a horned demon that pounced on the ramparts, but more demonic claws reached in from the gaps, tearing at their armor.

A shieldbearer's arm was pierced by the claws of a Flood demon, blood spurting out, but he held on to his shield, refusing to budge an inch.

Just then, a terrifying, suffocating pressure suddenly descended.

A dark purple streak of light shot out from behind the chaotic battlefield like a meteorite, heading straight for the repair point.

It easily tore apart the arcane interception beams along its path, moving so fast that it left only afterimages on the retina.

"Legend! It's 'Skullbreaker' Gomrac! Stop him!" The Tauren Overlord's pupils constricted as he issued a stern warning.

Before the words were finished, a short, stocky figure enveloped in a thick, rock-like, earthy-yellow battle aura roared as he leaped up from the side of the city wall to meet the purple light.

"Gomlak! Your opponent is me! 'Anvil' Gorem is here!"

The legendary astral dwarf warrior Golem wielded his rune hammer, smashing it down on the Stream of Light with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.

boom!!!
A deafening explosion! The energy shockwave instantly wiped out the low-level demons and soldiers within a radius of tens of meters.

The purple light dissipated, revealing a ferocious demon with a height of five meters, its body covered in lava-like flowing bone armor, and wielding a huge bone-crushing club.

It was another fierce general under the Demon Lord Balzac, the "Slayer" Gomrac!
He and Goreem are old rivals.

"Grem! Your broken hammer can't stop the will of the abyss!"

Gomrac let out a piercing laugh, and his massive bone-crushing club, imbued with destructive purplish-black fel energy, slammed down on the dwarf like a battering ram.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, compressing the air and creating a loud explosion.

Gorem calmly swung his giant hammer to parry and block, his rock-like muscles bulging, and the alloy bricks beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

He is indeed a legend, but Gomlak's power is far superior, and the opponent's target is not him at all.

Gomlak was exceptionally cunning.

Instead of engaging Golem in a direct confrontation, he used the immense kinetic energy generated by each collision to force Golem to retreat step by step, while deliberately adjusting his angle so that each heavy step he took landed heavily on the vulnerable area of ​​the city wall near the crack.

Even more deadly was the terrifying gale and the splattering fel energy fragments generated by his massive bone-crushing club, which, like a deadly barrage, relentlessly rained down on the engineers who were racing against time to carry out the repairs.

"Despicable scum!"

Gorem's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He had to fend off the enemy's ferocious attacks, control the aftermath of the battle, and desperately prevent Gormlak from getting closer to the core of the rift.

The immense pressure instantly put him at a disadvantage. His giant hammer was no longer as smooth and easy to swing, and he barely managed to block the fel energy impacts aimed at the repair point several times.

A flying shard of bone grazed his cheek, leaving a trail of blood that mingled with sweat.

"Haha! Feel the pain! Struggle! Watch these insects get crushed right in front of you!"

Gormlach laughed maniacally and deliberately swept his staff across the ground, aiming at Gorem, but the massive fel energy shockwave mainly struck the engineer squad that was activating the core rune array not far behind Gorem.

"No!"

Golem roared, disregarding his own wide-open defense, and forcefully twisted his body, holding the giant hammer horizontally in front of him, using its broad hammerhead to block most of the impact!
boom! ! !
It was like being hit head-on by a siege hammer.

Golem's towering body was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a jet of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, before crashing heavily into the base of a Heart of the Furnace turret behind him with a dull thud.

The turret base was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The aftershocks he desperately blocked still swept across the repair site like a whirlwind, knocking several engineers to the ground. The rune generator emitted a piercing overload hum, and the surface of the newly injected Titan gel rippled violently, almost collapsing.

The city wall shook violently, and at the edge of the huge crack, a hastily welded metal plate made a heartbreaking "creak" sound as it suddenly bulged outward and deformed, revealing an even deeper and more terrifying dark rift behind it.

"team leader!"

The repair team looked at the fallen Golem and the crumbling cracks with despair and madness in their eyes.

"Hahahaha, you scumbags."

Grimrak grinned maliciously, dragging his massive bone-crushing club as he took heavy steps.

Ignoring Golem's struggle to get up, he headed straight for the crack that exuded an alluring aura of destruction.

Just as Gormlach's massive bone-crushing club was about to smash into the fatal crack, Gorem struggled and vomited blood, despair filling the repair point in that instant.

hum!
A warm, powerful, and seemingly life-golden pillar of light tore through the murky and chaotic air without warning, precisely enveloping the fallen dwarf legend, Gorem.

The light was so pure, without a trace of impurity, carrying the freshness of the forest and the vastness of the sky.

Within the beam of light, Gorem's shattered sternum emitted a faint crackling sound as it repositioned and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood gushing from his mouth stopped instantly, and his paper-pale face quickly regained its rosy hue.

The skin, scorched and corroded by the evil energy, recovered its healthy bronze color as if peeling off scabbed skin, and even the depleted physical strength was replenished as if by a spring.

"Roar--!"

Golem let out an incredulous yet ecstatic roar, not because his injuries had healed, but because the power that surged through his body dispelled the filthy, sticky feeling of the abyss.

It made him clear-headed and powerful like never before! He sprang up from the dent in the turret base, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Gormlach, who was about to destroy the city wall, and roared across the battlefield: "Dragon Mother! Thanks! You scum of the abyss, your grandpa Golem is back!"

He glanced at the sky, where a huge and elegant blue and white dragon shadow was gliding down from the depths of the fortress.

With its wings spread wide, it blots out the sky, yet brings hope for life.

That's Viona, the Sky Dragon.

Her overwhelming dragon might, mixed with the pressure of pure life force, caused the lesser demons that were rushing up the city wall to hesitate for a moment.

"Hold the line! I will protect you!"

Viona's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed deep within the hearts of every defender on the battlefield, carrying a power to soothe the soul and an unquestionable majesty.

Her golden vertical pupils swept across the chaotic city walls, and with a light flick of her dragon claws, she pointed to another breach in the city wall that had long since been turned into a grinding wheel of flesh and blood.

That was where the demons' attack was most intense. "Hold on! The wind is coming!"

A Night's Watch captain, covered in blood and with his severed arm hastily bandaged, had just used his remaining shoulder to shove aside a berserker and was desperately trying to rouse the almost submerged defensive line.

His squad had already lost more than half its men. The pile of demons and the corpses of the defenders in the breach in the city wall almost filled the gap, and the next wave of demons continued to surge up, stepping on the mountain of corpses.

Om-! ! !
The second, the third... countless wisps of finer but equally shimmering emerald breezes poured down from the tips of Vionasha's wings.

Ignoring the chaos of the battlefield, they swept across the entire ground, encircling every Night's Watch warrior and Bloodbath Fortress soldier who fought to the death and was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Ugh—!"

A Lightbringer warrior, whose chest was pierced by a horned demon's spear and who was futilely clutching his wound as he fell, suddenly jolted.

The emerald light merged into his body, and the hideous wounds stopped bleeding and healed at an alarming speed, while his lost life force was restored at an alarming rate.

His unfocused gaze instantly sharpened, bursting forth with an unbelievable light.

"Order! Battle!"

He let out a beastly roar, yanked the spearhead still embedded in his breastplate, and plunged it into the eye socket of a nearby lesser demon.

"My legs... my legs can move again!"

A minotaur shield guard, whose legs had been shattered by the shockwave of a siege beast and who was desperately firing at his comrades' corpses, suddenly felt his broken bones crackling and instantly mending in the emerald light.

He roared with ecstasy, his massive body rising to its feet, grabbing the broken tower shield beside him, and delivering a powerful shield bash.

The few inferior demons that had just stepped onto the breach were swatted off the city wall.

"Crush them! For the fortress!"

"Power... an endless source of power!"

An old Night's Watch soldier, whose arms were sore and numb and who could barely lift the flail in his hand, felt his fatigue vanish and his body filled with explosive power as he basked in the wind.

He roared, and his flail, carrying a howling holy light, smashed the brains of a Flomon in front of him.

"Night Watch! Kill!"

The gap, enveloped and covered by the verdant breeze, was like a shot of adrenaline.

The exhausted and dying warrior instantly became energetic, unleashing power and killing intent far exceeding his usual level.

The counterattack came so swiftly and decisively that the surging wave of demons rushing towards the breach was as if it had hit an invisible wall and was forcefully pushed back.

A brief roar and the sound of weapons slicing into flesh merged into a raging torrent!
"Glory to the Wind Dragon! Glory to us!"

"For order! For revenge!"

A cacophony of frenzied battle cries erupted from the mouths of the healed soldiers, mingling with the screams of demons, becoming the most stirring symphony on the battlefield at this moment.

High above the fortress, inside a floating, diamond-shaped watchtower enveloped by multiple energy shields.

Edgar Winston, the legendary swordsman "The Bastion" and one of the commanders of the "Rockline," was leaning back in a command chair.

He removed his breastplate, revealing a bare upper body covered in gruesome old and new wounds. A deep claw mark on his left shoulder, visible to the bone, was being healed by two high-ranking priests using holy light, the flesh writhing and struggling to heal.

His face was pale, and sweat soaked his forehead. He leaned on the legendary greatsword called "Steel Breaker" for support, his gaze piercing through the transparent crystal wall of the watchtower, looking down at the battlefield on the city wall below, which was like a boiling furnace of flesh and blood.

Viona's signature emerald breeze swept across the battlefield, bringing localized counterattacks that caused Edgar's tense lips to loosen slightly.

His tired but sharp gaze swept across the red areas on the map that were flashing and represented key pressure points, his voice hoarse yet steady as a rock.

"The peak of the demon's rage... it's finally here. Judging by the intensity of this reckless impact, 'Blood Skull' Balzac has pulled out all the stops, trying to take advantage of our focus on the cracks to create multiple points of damage..."

He took a breath, and the priest next to him increased his Holy Light output, which made his furrowed brows relax slightly.

"The intelligence analysis is correct. This level of impact is expected to last for about a month. As long as we can withstand this wave, their numbers will be greatly reduced, and we will be able to recover. Your defensive line will then be completely established."

In this way, they have finally pushed the battlefield forward, the order side has occupied more territory, and they have a more suitable and stable rear.

His gaze swept over the logistics area behind the city wall, which was still operating smoothly—alchemy transport scorpions, shimmering with runic light, moved among the mountains of supplies.

The engineering puppet is urgently repairing minor damage.

The shield generator hummed steadily and powerfully... Edgar's eyes revealed a hint of sincere admiration.

"Thanks to the Night Watchers' alchemical equipment and the Lightbringers' resilience. Without these floating scorpions maintaining supply lines, without the suppressive fire of the 'Heart of the Forge' and the floating towers, without those engineers risking their lives to repair the runes under the demons... we wouldn't have made it this far."

Or rather, the reason why the entire defensive line is so important is because the Night's Watch leads and guides.

He paused, his voice becoming even lower.

"How are the Bloodbath Fortress's own reserves depleted? How long can it sustain high-intensity consumption? As for the other Bloodbath Fortresses... how long until the support troops promised by Overseer Grimren and High Priestess Anas arrive at 'Anvil Wall' and 'Holy Flame Fortress'?"

These two bloodbath fortresses are the upper and lower levels of this bloodbath battlefield, essentially linked together.

The adjutant next to him immediately pulled up the data panel and spoke rapidly.

"Commander, the core reserves of the fortress can still support about twenty days of high-intensity combat, but there are less than 10 tons of special strategic materials such as 'Titan Gel' left."

"Urgent reinforcements are needed. 'Anvil Wall' is the closest. The 'Citybreaker' heavy infantry regiment and three squadrons of Holy Light Priests they have dispatched, led by 'Skullbreaker' Tiger, are expected to arrive on the battlefield within seventy-two hours."

"The 'Flame Avengers' mage squadron from 'Holy Flame Fortress,' led by 'Burning Wind' Elina, is expected to arrive in five days!"

"Seventy-two hours...five days..."

Edgar closed his eyes and pinched his brow hard with his fingers, as if trying to squeeze out all the fatigue and stress.

"Good! Tell the logistics department to use all means to prioritize the supply of 'Titan Gel' for the main crack."

"For repairs in other areas, use common alchemical solutions and physical reinforcements as a starting point."

"Order the commanders of each section of the city wall to reduce the number of troops at secondary defensive points and prioritize securing key breaches and pivotal turrets."

"Drag it out... stall until reinforcements arrive! Tell Tiger and Alina... 'Rock' needs their iron fists and flames!"

After uttering the last word, Edgar seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. He leaned back, his closed eyelids unable to resist the heavy exhaustion.

He still gripped the hilt of "Broken Steel" tightly, as if it were his final anchor, and in the priest's holy light and the slight swaying of the watchtower, he fell into a brief, precious respite. (End of Chapter)