EFB Chapter 278 Fortified Tactics, Skull Heavy Machine Gun
Chapter 278 Fortified Tactics, Skull Heavy Machine Gun
Chapter 278 Fortified Tactics, Skull Heavy Machine Gun
Under Ark's command, the archers did not hide despite the enemy's fierce attack.
Instead, they remained upright, like rows of towering stone pillars, firmly standing on the edge of the watchtower, drawing their bows and shooting arrows at a certain frequency.
The twang of the bowstring was much fainter than the sound of short spears raining down on the wooden board.
However, their killing efficiency varies drastically.
After each resounding boom, a goat-headed monster would scream and fall from the back of the black monster.
This kind of back-and-forth attack is certainly dangerous.
However, the archers were protected by the watchtowers, and their skeletal bodies allowed them to ignore most of the javelins that were not very accurate.
They stood firm amidst the incoming spears, their movements of drawing and releasing arrows unwavering.
This scene caused the black-armored abyss knight, who was not far away, to feel unprecedented anxiety.
The defenses of the Knee Watch Tower were stronger than he had expected.
Not only was the tower built with sturdy logs, making it incredibly strong, but the skeleton archers on top were also exceptionally powerful.
Braving a hail of short javelins, they retaliated by firing arrows downwards with astonishing accuracy and speed.
The Black Armored Abyss Knight wields an extremely powerful black longbow, capable of blowing off half the top of a watchtower with a single arrow.
However, on the watchtower closest to him, a particularly fearsome archer was watching him closely, making the Abyss Knight dare not make any rash moves.
The Black-Armored Abyss Knight had a profound experience of this archer's skill.
During his assault on the camp, the archer's arrow not only pierced his shield, which had been enhanced by abyssal magic and should have been indestructible, but also shattered the shield into a pile of scrap metal.
Although the armor worn by the Black Armor Abyss Knight was also enhanced by dark magic and possessed extremely high defensive capabilities, he had no intention of personally testing whether this armor was stronger than that shield.
"Concentrate fire! Target the nearest watchtower!"
The Black-Armored Abyss Knight's voice was deep and threatening.
Even though he had gained immense power after being corrupted by the demon, his arms began to ache from holding the black longbow for so long.
The goat-headed monsters could not disobey the orders of the Black Armored Abyss Knight.
They let out piercing screams, like a pack of frenzied beasts, swarming toward the watchtower where Li Guang was located.
The short javelins cast a shadow in the air, raining down like a dense storm.
"Bang bang bang!"
The low wooden wall withstood the fierce impact of the short javelins; each sound foreshadowed a heavy blow.
The top of the watchtower was not spared either, swaying slightly under the constant bombardment of short spears.
Right next to Li Guang, a skeleton archer suddenly trembled slightly.
A short javelin pierced the narrow gap between the top of the watchtower and the low wooden wall, striking the skull of the skeleton archer directly. The white bone was exposed, and the once-burning soul fire dimmed considerably from the blow.
Such an injury would be fatal to an ordinary soldier, making it almost impossible for them to continue fighting and requiring immediate emergency treatment.
However, the wounded skeleton archer had no concept of death, nor any fear of pain.
It still stands tall, like an indestructible javelin, firmly rooted to the spot, without the slightest intention of retreating.
"Boom!"
As soon as the bowstring snapped, another scream rang out from outside the wooden wall.
The goat-headed monster, who had just thrown the short spear, hadn't even had time to celebrate his good fortune when a sharp arrow landed on his neck, and he tumbled off his mount.
Then, Fangzhou, who had been keeping a close eye on the movements around the battlefield, quickly and gently waved the crystal ball in his hand.
He unleashed the [Resurrection] skill, instantly healing the skeletons that had been injured by the Goat Horde's dense spear attacks.
Except for a few unlucky skeleton archers who were directly hit by the Soulfire and scattered into a pile of bones, most of the skeleton archers recovered to their full strength.
As the watchtower stood firm against the barrage of javelins, and the skeleton archers on it retaliated with precise arrows, the goat-headed monsters under its command fell to the ground one by one, dying instantly.
Faced with such enormous losses, the Black Armored Abyss Knight finally felt unprecedented pressure.
He let out a deafening roar, casually waving his black longbow, and an arrow, filled with hatred and resentment, flew out.
Then he turned and ran wildly into the darkness, trying to escape this doomed battle.
The inaccurate black arrow grazed the watchtower and gnawed at a piece of the wooden retaining wall.
Li Guang, atop the watchtower, had eyes as sharp as a hawk's, and the silver fir longbow he gripped tightly rang out with each movement.
He quickly aimed, and saw an arrow streak across the sky like a meteor, whistling sharply, heading straight for the back of the black-armored Abyss Knight.
However, the Black Armored Abyss Knight displayed astonishing reflexes.
Just as the arrow was about to strike, its hooded cloak suddenly opened, like a pair of wings, helping it accelerate and plunge into the darkness, cleverly avoiding the fatal blow.
Li Guang's arrow merely grazed the edge of his cloak, tearing a piece of black fabric before embedding itself deeply into the ground, leaving a noticeable mark.
Ark kept its eyes fixed on the direction where the black-armored Abyss Knight had disappeared.
The leader of this demonic warband not only possesses formidable combat power, but also extraordinary speed and agility.
To achieve a perfect score in this trial, you must completely defeat this formidable foe.
The escape of the Black Armored Abyss Knight plunged the remaining goat-headed monsters into deep panic.
Their eyes revealed hesitation and fear, and they lost the courage to continue fighting. They scattered and fled, trying to escape this place filled with the aura of death.
During this chaotic retreat, the goat-headed monsters collided violently with each other; some fell to the ground in panic, while others were trampled by their companions in their haste to escape.
The black monsters beneath them were equally fierce, frantically tearing at their own kind in an attempt to carve out a faster escape route for themselves.
Click click.
Amidst the chaos, the sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out from the direction of the camp gate.
The spear-wielding skeletons stood in neat rows, each holding aloft their sharp spears.
Behind them were Olaf's melee skeletons, including giant shield skeletons and greatsword skeletons, as well as the sanctuary guards led by a middle-aged warrior.
These hundred-plus skeletons, together with the NPC guardians of the shelter, formed an unbreakable square formation, aggressively crushing the fleeing goat-headed monsters.
In the end, only about thirty of the goat-headed monsters managed to escape back into the darkness.
Their faces were filled with fear, and the black monster under their arms seemed to feel the same way, letting out a mournful cry like a hyena.
The sound was mournful and shrill, like a pack of dogs that had been defeated and fallen into the water.
The Black-Armored Abyss Knight, the leader of the Goat-Headed Monster Warband, now looked extremely grim.
Fear and anger intertwined, causing his hand holding the black longsword to tremble uncontrollably.
The Dreadwing Demon, descending from the sky, saw the Black Armored Abyss Knight in this state and opened its mouth to sneer.
However, when they met the other person's fierce eyes, those sharp and sarcastic words got stuck in their throats, and they couldn't utter a single one.
The Black Armored Abyss Knights and the Terrorwing Demons began secretly planning their next attack.
Meanwhile, Ark was directing its army of skeletons to repair the battered defenses.
On the surface, the Goat-Headed Legion has suffered heavy losses, with more than two-thirds of its members having fallen.
Even with the help of the Dreadwing's Dark Shroud spell, they were unable to breach the Sanctuary's defenses.
However, as a price for victory, the shelter's originally sturdy wooden walls and watchtowers had become riddled with holes, greatly reducing their defensive capabilities.
Those once-standing defensive fortifications are now just ruins, and the exposed gaps testify to the intensity of the battle.
According to the strategy provided by Lu Renjia, behind this group of demons, there is also a considerable number of reinforcements.
The real challenges are yet to come.
For Ark, winning a perfect rating in this perilous battle means more than just withstanding the demon legion's attack and protecting this fragile refuge; more importantly, it means annihilating these invaders with minimal losses.
At this moment, the Ark's enemies are the ram-headed cavalrymen known for their speed.
These monsters come and go as swiftly as ghosts, making it quite difficult to annihilate them all.
Not far in front of the shelter, a squad of skeletons stood silently, forming a phalanx of spears.
Holding long, gleaming spears, they stood upright on the ground, like an insurmountable barrier, blocking the threat from the goat-headed monsters deep in the forest.
Under the tight protection of the skeleton warriors, a group of brave camp guards and several volunteer refugees are cleaning up the battlefield in a tense but orderly manner.
They dragged the heavy goat-headed monsters in their hands, piling them up together.
As the flames ignited, plumes of black smoke rose, and the goat-headed monster's corpse twisted and deformed in the firelight, emitting a chilling roar.
These seemingly dead monsters showed signs of life under the scorching heat.
Their limbs twitched incessantly, as if they were making a final struggle.
This sight sent chills down one's spine and further proved the eeriness and terror of the creatures of the abyss.
Even after death, the demonic tissue within them can remain active for a period of time.
Anyone who comes into contact with these corpses, without sufficient willpower to resist the erosion of demonic power, may be transformed into a new demonized human, becoming another threat.
Fang Zhou stood to the side, staring at the scene in the flames, a hint of undisguised disgust flashing in his eyes.
During the cleanup, he noticed that the equipment on these goat-headed monsters was fraught with unknown dangers.
The weapons and armor were coated with an unknown toxin, which would undoubtedly be fatal to ordinary humans.
But it seems to have a completely different effect on the goat-headed monsters. Not only does it not harm them, but it can also help them heal their wounds and stop the bleeding.
Fangzhou gazed intently into the distance.
Nearly a kilometer away, the black-armored Abyss Knight stood at the edge of the forest, his hands resting on his jet-black longsword.
A chilling aura emanated from his body, like a merciless and vast frozen wasteland.
The Goat-Headed Band is actually a very tough opponent.
These abyssal monsters are not only incredibly fast, but they can even surpass the fastest human light cavalry.
Moreover, they possess immense strength; the short javelins they throw are powerful enough to pierce even the strongest chainmail at close range, posing a deadly threat to any enemy army that dares to engage them head-on.
The Black Armored Abyss Rider, who is the leader of the warband, is a powerful warband who has risen through the ranks from apprentice.
His arrows were so powerful that if they hit a watchtower, they could blow half of its top off; their destructive force was chilling.
The defeat of the Goat-Headed Legion this time was not due to a lack of combat strength. In fact, the Goat-Headed Legion was better suited to the role of light cavalry, and they were not good at attacking camps with strong walls.
Furthermore, the Black Armored Abyss Knights were so impressed by Li Guang's superb archery skills and the Ark's powerful magic that they failed to quickly eliminate the archers on the watchtower, which led to the unfavorable situation in the battle.
In an open field battle where both sides have roughly equal strength, the Ark side would likely suffer heavy losses, and the balance of victory might tip in favor of the Goat-Headed Legion.
To ensure the highest possible rating for this battle, Fangzhou secretly resolved to annihilate the entire Goat-Headed Monster Legion here.
But this goal is not easy to achieve.
Although the Goat-Headed Legion had suffered heavy losses, with less than a third of its original fighting strength remaining, the Ark did not have enough power to pursue them.
Skeleton soldiers generally march slowly and are no match for the swift, light cavalry like the goat-headed monsters.
Even organizing a long-distance pursuit is an unrealistic idea.
As for the camp guards, they were mainly composed of ordinary professionals and strong refugees, and their combat strength was relatively weak.
Chasing after them will only make them another target for slaughter by the Goat-Headed Squad.
In this situation, all Ark can do is feign weakness, mislead the enemy, and wait for another reinforcement from the Abyss Demon Chapter to arrive.
Only when enemy reinforcements arrive can the Ark seize the opportunity to completely annihilate the remaining Goat-Headed Legion.
The midday sun shone directly down, and the fog became very thin.
A gentle breeze swept across the open space in front of the shelter, causing the grass blades to sway and rustle softly.
Outside the simulated battlefield, a group of second-year students are watching the live broadcast of the ongoing battle through a huge holographic screen.
As the Ark successfully withstood the first wave of demonic invasion, the students' expressions changed from initial tension to current relaxation.
They began to talk to each other, discussing the future course of events.