Chapter 13 story(part 13):The Final Wave II
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, a symphony of destruction where every second could mean life or death. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning flesh, the metallic tang of blood, and the oppressive aura of dark mana. The final wave of demons had arrived, and with it, the true test of the human army's strength and resolve.
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When the winged demons reached a distance of approximately 50 meters between them and the battle below, the archers released their bowstrings in unison.
**Siyup!**
**Siyup!**
**Siyup!**
The sound of the bowstrings cutting through the air was sharp and precise, a testament to the archers' skill. More than 100,000 arrows soared into the sky, their trajectories arching gracefully before descending like a deadly rain.
**Swoosh!**
**Swoosh!**
**Swoosh!**
The arrows cut through the air with terrifying speed, heading straight for the flying demons. But the winged demons were not mindless beasts. They were smarter, more cunning than their predecessors.
With a mighty screech, the winged demons repositioned themselves horizontally in the air. The black orbs they clutched in their talons began to glow ominously, dark energy swirling around them.
**Yeeeeeh!**
The orbs shot out straight black beams, colliding with the incoming arrows in mid-air.
**Boooom!**
The explosion lit up the sky briefly, a blinding flash of light that faded just as quickly as it had appeared. The arrows disintegrated upon impact, their elemental energy nullified by the dark beams.
But the winged demons weren't done. They screeched again, their legs now completely enveloped in dark energy. With two powerful flaps of their wings, they began their descent—straight toward the human army below.
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The king's expression shifted, his calm demeanor replaced by a flicker of urgency. He knew exactly what the winged demons were planning.
"Mages, don't let those things drop down! Archers, fire with precision—no skills this time!"
The command was delivered with such speed and clarity that only the highly trained soldiers could process it. The mages and archers sprang into action immediately.
Half of the mages channeled their mana, creating a net-like barrier of energy above the battlefield. The winged demons, now in a steep dive, slammed into the barrier with terrifying force.
**Clang!**
**Clang!**
**Clang!**
The barrier held, but not without strain. The winged demons slashed at the barrier with their black, claw-like legs, their screeches echoing across the battlefield.
Not all of them survived the assault. Some were cut down by the barrier's energy, their wings severed or their bodies reduced to ash. But others managed to break through, their dark energy-enhanced claws tearing through the barrier.
The remaining mages didn't hesitate. They raised their staffs, their eyes glowing with mana as they unleashed their spells.
"Flaming Arrows!"
"Ice Spears!"
"Viper Sticks!"
"Light Beam!"
A barrage of elemental attacks shot into the sky, each one guided by the mages' precise control. The winged demons fell like flies, their bodies disintegrating under the relentless assault.
The archers, meanwhile, fired volley after volley of arrows, their aim true and their movements fluid. Within moments, the sky was clear of winged demons, their black orbs falling harmlessly to the ground.
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At the edge of Monoliga Forest, just beyond the battlefield, ten figures stood in silence. These were no ordinary demons—they were the commanders of the demon army, each radiating an aura of overwhelming power.
Their appearances were strikingly different from the grotesque forms of their lesser brethren. Long horns adorned their heads, their red eyes glowed with murderous intent, and their ears, though slightly longer than a human's, gave them an almost elegant appearance.
One of the commanders, a demon named Frak, broke the silence. "Blake, do you think it's time to attack?"
Blake, the leader of the group, didn't respond immediately. His gaze was fixed on the battlefield, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he spoke, his voice calm but laced with tension.
"Frak, we should wait a little longer. The 9th Prince of our lord hasn't finished his preparations. We can't jump into this just yet."
Another commander, Ghoud, stepped forward, his voice filled with frustration. "Blake, they've sent us on a suicide mission! If it weren't for 'that' thing, I wouldn't have joined this raid, no matter what!"
Blake's expression darkened. He understood Ghoud's frustration all too well. The feeling of betrayal, of being used as cannon fodder, was something he had grown accustomed to. But there was nothing they could do.
"Ghoud, we're not even near the top of the hierarchy. We're just pawns in this game. All we can do is obey orders and hope to survive long enough to be revived again."
The group fell silent, the weight of Blake's words hanging heavy in the air. The wind howled, the trees swayed, and the occasional growl of a nearby monster broke the eerie silence.
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Back on the battlefield, the human soldiers were locked in a brutal struggle against the demon horde. The clash of steel, the roar of flames, and the guttural cries of demons filled the air.
A swordsman found himself facing two demons—one wielding a staff and the other a mage. Despite being outnumbered, the soldier remained calm, his movements precise and calculated.
The staff-wielding demon swung its weapon in a wide arc, aiming for the soldier's head. The soldier activated his movement skill, [Electric Rush], and dodged the attack with ease.
**Swoosh!**
The staff passed just inches above his head. In one fluid motion, the soldier bent down and slashed horizontally, activating his skill [Neon Slash].
The blade cut through the demon's waist, the electric current paralyzing it instantly. But before the soldier could deliver the finishing blow, the mage demon attacked.
[Dark Arrows!]
A dark, A-shaped projectile flew toward the soldier. Gritting his teeth, the soldier slashed vertically, releasing a purple energy wave that collided with the dark arrow.
**Boooom!**
The explosion sent debris flying, but the soldier didn't falter. He turned his attention to the mage demon, his eyes burning with determination.
This was war. One mistake, one wrong move, and it would all be over.
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### To Be Continued...