Chapter 0703 – Attack and Defense

The formation clearly showed the intent: to unleash all the Blood Wolf Arrows in the shortest time possible.

"Charge!"

"Climb the wall! Let all other races know the might of our Kobold race! Our courage is unmatched under the heavens!"

"We must be the first to scale the wall! After this battle, all will sing praises of the power of the Kobolds!"

A massive wave of Kobolds surged forward like a tidal wave, swiftly advancing under the cover of the war arrows fired by their wolf riders. They headed straight for the city wall, and began climbing the moment they reached it.

With the Kobolds' agility, scaling the Iron-Blood Great Wall took no more than a few moments. Some even leapt onto the wall with a single bound.

Amidst the battle cries, large numbers of Kobolds climbed up the wall.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Yet the moment they reached the top, spears pierced through like lightning, skewering their bodies and impaling their hearts. The lifeless bodies were flung into the air and thrown from the wall.

Kobold corpses slammed into the ground below, sometimes even crushing those still climbing.

Still, there were too many of them—an endless flood surging forward, wave after wave, falling and rising again. The assault was relentless.

But the defenders on the wall were all elites, hardened veterans who had clawed their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Each had reached at least the 5th or 6th level of the Divine Sea Realm, and practiced brutal military cultivation techniques. Their path was the Path of Slaughter.

They fought without blinking.

Defending a city was far easier than assaulting one.

Even though the Kobolds managed to breach the top of the wall, they were swiftly repelled and slaughtered.

Blood flowed freely atop the Iron-Blood Great Wall.

No one retreated. No one showed fear.

To falter now meant death. To fear was to fall.

Only relentless combat and unyielding blades offered hope of survival.

"Divine Machine Battalion, suppress the enemy forces outside the city! Spearmen, intercept those who scale the wall! Shieldbearers, slay the beastmen!"

"Spearmen! Shieldbearers! Divine Crossbows! Form the Three Talents Battle Formation. Kill them all!"

Orders rang out without pause.

Yang Ye, Zhang Fei, Qi Jiguang, Wang Dahu, Yang Yanping, Yang Yanding—all the generals were stationed at different points, issuing commands according to the evolving battlefield.

"War! War! War!!"

Some soldiers, driven mad with battle, were covered in arrows and wounds but refused to retreat. Eyes bloodshot, they swung their blades like lightning, cutting down a Kobold while bellowing to the sky:

"Heaven's thunder beats the drums, the earth becomes our grave—ten thousand miles of blood clouds light the road to conquest!"

"The wilderness is fierce, the aliens are mad—but humanity has never been shamed!"

A soldier impaled a Kobold through the throat with a spear, lifting it into the air. At the same moment, a Blood Wolf Arrow pierced his chest like a meteor, blowing open a hole that revealed his innards. Blood sprayed like a geyser, his hair whipped in the wind, but his body never fell. Even in death, his spine remained unbent.

"Heads can roll! Blood may flow! But with iron bones and loyal souls—we battle for the Nine Provinces!!"

One soldier yanked a Blood Wolf Arrow from his shoulder and drove it into a Kobold's throat.

"I wield ninety-nine steel blades—will not stop 'til the alien races fall!"

Pierced by multiple Blood Wolf Arrows, another soldier, eyes wild with fury, charged out of the city with rune bombs strapped to his body. He leapt into a sea of enemies and detonated himself.

The devastating rune explosion instantly engulfed a radius of several dozen meters, turning flesh and blood into mist.

Upon the wall, a million soldiers bellowed their battle songs. Their voices soared into the skies. The momentum in their bodies surged with the rhythm, as if they had turned into an unassailable mountain. Their wills and battle spirits fused into one. Eyes and faces glowed with killing intent.

Even in death—they would die on the battlefield.

Even in death—they would make the enemy pay dearly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Wang Dahu swung his blade and roared to the sky.

Watching his comrades fall one by one, he was driven to madness.

"Beasts rage, aliens are strong—but we men bear blade and spear! Our blades sever heads, our spears slay gods—none may stand in our way!"

"May our bones paint the skies, may our blood seal our legacy! For our people's future—we'll slay ten million foes!"

"To live as a hero, to die as a warrior—with an undying soul, I'll fight for eternal peace!"

"Today I cast off a thousand years of so-called righteousness—laugh as I drink the blood of all races! Step over mountains of bone! Let weakness no longer define me! Even if ten thousand hate me, I'll never let my enemy curse me!"

Their war songs rang across the battlefield like thunder.

"Let my broken body be buried beneath the Iron-Blood Great Wall."

A soldier shouted as he fell.

"Bastards! A bunch of Kobold slaves dare ignore their emperor!? Outrageous!" Green Emperor raged atop the high platform.

Yet due to a Silencing Rune Stone, he could not make a sound.

Watching the insane Kobold assault, he turned green with fury.

"Watch the guillotine! Chop them! Chop!! Chop!!!"

The Green Emperor roared inwardly.

Opening his mouth, a pitch-black Kobold Guillotine appeared on the battlefield.

Clank!

Seven chains were wrapped around the guillotine, restraining it when not in use. But now, they slithered like living snakes, stretching out over the battlefield.

In a crisp flurry of sounds, a Kobold was bound in chains.

As he was captured, terror filled his face.

"What's happening? Why can't I dodge these chains? Why do I want to be bound?!"

"No—it's the guillotine! The Kobold Guillotine!!"

"Why don't I want to resist? Why do I feel like putting my neck on the block? No! This has to be an illusion! I'm not afraid!!"

Each chain strung up seven or eight Kobolds like skewers. Dozens were hung in the air.

Ka-cha!

One yank—and seven Kobolds appeared beneath the blade. The guillotine fell. Their grotesque heads stared upward as the blade sliced clean through.

Seven heads dropped.

Blood sprayed like fountains, but the blade absorbed every drop—its surface still gleamed with cold luster.

Ka-cha! Ka-cha!!

More bound Kobolds were brought to the blade and killed instantly. They didn't even resist, as if caught in unavoidable fate.

As dozens perished, an invisible pressure radiated from the guillotine.

This pressure had no effect on other races—but for Kobolds, it felt as if a mountain had landed on their heads.

In an instant, their morale plummeted.

"Damn it! The Kobold Guillotine! Damn those werewolves—they had it all along, and still let the Green Emperor take it!? Useless pigs!"

A Kobold elder cursed at the sight.

With the guillotine present, their warriors had their strength suppressed by 30%. On the battlefield, that was a death sentence.

"Don't slander our Pig-Head Tribe—we're great allies on the battlefield!"

A pig-headed warrior protested indignantly.

Innocent scapegoats again.

"You Kobolds are just weak—can't even resist a blade. Trash!"

The Werewolves sneered right back.

"Say that again after the war—we'll wipe you out! Our numbers alone are enough to drown you!"

A Kobold warrior bellowed in rage.

"Enough bickering! Kobolds, fall back. Second wave—advance!"

Golden Behemoth King silenced them all with a glance. "No matter how strong the humans are, they're only a million. Our beastman coalition outnumbers them ten- or twenty-fold. We'll crush them with sheer numbers. Keep attacking. Wave after wave. Exhaust them. I want those human soldiers to have no rest—grind them down until they die!"

The Wolfmen and Kobolds were only part of the beastman army—not all had been deployed.

The Behemoth King's goal was clear: endless waves of assault, a tide of bodies crashing against the wall. Eventually, a gap would appear—and once it did, the collapse would follow.

The Kobolds and Wolfmen retreated, leaving behind mountains of corpses.

Blood flowed in rivers, forming paths paved with flesh and bones—a stairway of gore leading up the wall. Some corpses had already been crushed into blood mud.

"Jackal-Weres—charge! Storm the walls!"

The Jackal-Were commander issued the next order.

Without hesitation, a tide of Jackal-Weres dashed forward. Carrying throwing spears on their backs and in hand, their bodies moved nimbly, racing toward the wall.

"Archers and crossbowmen! Ready! Aim for targets outside the wall—free-fire! Kill!!"

The human soldiers atop the wall didn't relax after the first wave withdrew. They quickly regrouped. Upon seeing the Jackal-Weres approach, a shout rang out—and another barrage of arrows rained down.

But the Jackal-Weres had clearly anticipated this. They had witnessed the devastation of the arrow storm before.

This time, they charged in a scattered formation, keeping wide distances between each other.

As the arrow rain whistled toward them, they drew weapons and sprinted madly, relying on their agility to escape the danger zone, while constantly swinging to deflect incoming rune arrows.

They danced through death.

It was a wild, primal, and awe-inspiring sight.

They fully exploited their racial strengths.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Throwing spears hurled forward as they charged, bombarding the city wall.