Chapter 11:story(part 11);The Third Wave 'ii'(final)
In Humility Kingdom, exactly south of the city, atop the towering walls, the golden-clad archers stood ready, their bows drawn and arrows aimed at the approaching demon horde. The tension in the air was palpable, a mix of determination and dread as the soldiers prepared for what could be the final wave of the battle.
The battlefield below was a chaotic mess of blackened craters, shattered shields, and the remnants of demon corpses. The hammer-wielding soldiers had pushed back the third wave of demons, their massive weapons swinging with devastating force. But the respite was short-lived.
A new threat emerged on the horizon.
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### The Arrival of the Airborne Demons
From the depths of Monoliga Forest, a dark fog began to pour out, thicker and more menacing than before. Emerging from the mist were not just ground units but airborne demons—creatures with goat-like horns, long fangs, and bird-like legs. Their hands were replaced by wings, and in their talons, they clutched black orbs that radiated an ominous energy.
The king's sharp eyes narrowed as he observed the new threat. **"Those are new specimens,"** he muttered, his voice low but carrying the weight of command. **"They've mutated, creating these flying abominations. And those black orbs... I don't know what they are, but I don't want to find out the hard way."**
The airborne demons numbered around 120,000, a formidable force even without the ground units. Their wings beat furiously as they soared through the air, their black orbs glowing with a sinister light.
The king wasted no time. **"Change of tactics! Archers A, focus on the ground units! Archers B, aim for the sky! Mages, prepare area-of-effect spells! Everyone, hold your positions and wait for my command!"**
The soldiers responded immediately, their training and discipline shining through. The archers adjusted their aim, their arrows glowing with elemental energy. The mages began chanting, their staffs crackling with power.
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### The Shield of Darkness
As the demons crossed the 450-meter mark, the ground units raised their shields, activating a skill that sent a chill through the human ranks.
**[Devil's Shield]**
A massive red barrier, forged from dark mana, materialized above the demon army. It was enormous, covering nearly a quarter of the battlefield. The arrows from the human archers struck the shield, their explosions lighting up the sky.
**Boom!**
**Boom!**
**Boom!**
The shield cracked under the relentless assault, but it held firm for a few critical seconds. When it finally shattered, the shockwave from the arrows' impact obliterated three-quarters of the ground demons. The remaining forces were sent flying, their bodies healing almost instantly from the injuries.
The airborne demons, however, were not so lucky. The second row of archers unleashed a volley of arrows infused with skills like **[Piercing Shot]** and **[Explosive Arrow]**. The sky lit up with explosions as the arrows found their marks.
**Boom!**
**Boom!**
**Boom!**
Half of the airborne demons were annihilated in an instant, their bodies disintegrating into black ash. The survivors tried to evade, but the arrows were too fast, too precise.
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### The Hammer Men's Final Stand
On the ground, the hammer-wielding soldiers regrouped, their massive weapons gleaming in the dim light. The remaining ground demons charged forward, their eyes burning with fury.
The hammer men didn't flinch. They raised their weapons high, their muscles straining as they activated their skills.
**[Air Waves!]**
**[Shockwave!]**
**[Tragentar Roar!]**
With a deafening roar, they brought their hammers down, the force of their strikes creating massive shockwaves that rippled across the battlefield. The ground cracked and split, sending demons flying in all directions.
**Dooooom!**
**Booom!**
**Booooom!**
The shockwaves obliterated everything in their path, turning the remaining ground demons into paste. The hammer men stood tall, their weapons dripping with black blood, their breaths heavy but their spirits unbroken.
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### The Black Orbs' Secret
As the airborne demons fell, one of them released its black orb before dying. The orb exploded, releasing a cloud of dark, poisonous gas that spread rapidly across the battlefield.
The soldiers nearest to the explosion coughed and staggered, their vision blurring as the gas took effect. The king's eyes widened in alarm.
**"Poison gas! Mages, dispel it now!"** he commanded.
The mages raised their staffs, chanting spells to purify the air. **[Cleansing Wind]** and **[Purify]** swept across the battlefield, neutralizing the gas before it could cause further harm.
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### The Final Wave: Demon Commanders
Just as the humans began to catch their breath, a new wave of dark fog emerged from the forest. This time, the aura emanating from it was far more powerful, far more menacing.
Ten figures stepped out of the fog, their presence alone enough to send shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned soldiers. These were no ordinary demons—they were demon commanders, each radiating an aura of overwhelming power.
Erick, the commander of the Golden Warrior Army, muttered under his breath, **"Demon commanders..."**
The king's expression hardened. **"This is it,"** he said, his voice steady but filled with resolve. **"The final wave. Soldiers, this is the moment we've been preparing for. Archers, random fire if necessary! Mages, unleash your most powerful area-of-effect spells! Everyone, prepare for the fight of your lives!"**
The soldiers roared in response, their voices shaking the very air. The final battle had begun.
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### The Battle Begins
The demon commanders advanced, their auras clashing with the humans' determination. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the sky darkened as if the world itself was mourning the carnage to come.
The king raised his golden spear, its divine light cutting through the oppressive darkness. **"For Humility Kingdom! For glory and honor!"**
The soldiers charged forward, their weapons gleaming with the light of their skills. The archers unleashed a barrage of arrows, the mages cast devastating spells, and the hammer men swung their weapons with unmatched ferocity.
The battlefield erupted into chaos as the two forces clashed, their skills and weapons colliding in a symphony of destruction.