With heavy steps, Alfonso returned to the expeditionary force.

He glanced one last time at the hilltop, put his helmet back on, and ordered everyone, "Attack!"

Joonella grabbed Randall, who was about to step forward, and whispered, "This time, we're the ones leading the charge."

Under the latter's astonished gaze, Joonella and dozens of beast tamers commanded their respective giant wolves to advance towards the mountaintop.

Ackerman watched as hundreds of giant wolves, scattered in formation, approached the mountaintop. With a worried expression, he walked to Alfonso's side and whispered, "There are at least two thousand enemy soldiers stationed up there, fully equipped with muskets and cannons. These war beasts simply cannot break through the enemy's defenses."

Alfonso, his eyes fixed ahead, replied, "Take a close look at the army; do you notice anything missing?"

Ackerman glanced back at the army behind him, then looked up at the battlefield. After a few seconds, he frowned and asked, "Are there fewer war beasts? Where are those lizard-like creatures?"

Alfonso didn't speak, but simply extended his right index finger and pointed to his feet.

Seeing the other party's actions, Ackerman was completely confused.

After approaching the maximum range of the enemy's guns and cannons, hundreds of giant wolves began to lie down and crawl on the ground.

From the enemy camp atop the mountain, tense shouts could be heard from the enemy.

Faced with these ferocious-looking and enormous wolves, some timid soldiers ignored their superiors' orders and began firing blindly.

One person's panic, like a deadly plague, instantly spread throughout the entire enemy position.

At first, there were only sporadic gunshots, but eventually, they turned into continuous firing.

However, due to the limited range and power of the fire, the enemy's shots did not cause any substantial casualties to the war beasts.

Occasionally, one or two unlucky giant wolves would be hit by a musket, at most letting out a couple of howls of pain, but under the control of the beast tamer, they would remain lying in place, motionless.

Looking at the increasingly thick smoke in the air and listening to the growing chaos on the battlefield, Alfonso nodded and said, "It's about time."

Ackerman was completely bewildered: "The time? The time to do something?"

Alfonso turned to one of the beast tamers beside him and said, "Let's begin."

No sooner had he finished speaking than chaos erupted within the enemy's defensive line atop Far Ember Hill.

In trenches, bunkers, tunnels... the once solid walls of these fortifications were suddenly breached by tremendous force, and sharp monster claws emerged from the holes in the rock walls, tearing many unsuspecting enemy soldiers to shreds in an instant.

"Something...something is emerging from the ground!"

A gunner in a bunker was so terrified when he saw the five-meter-long, horned, and iron-scaled mutated giant lizard that he was paralyzed with fear.

The bunker squadron commander collapsed to the ground, watching the enormous, never-before-seen monster crawl closer and closer. His teeth chattering, he roared, "What...what are you all standing there for?! Fire! Fire!"

The defenders in the bunker picked up their muskets and launched an attack on the giant lizard.

The musket struck the giant lizard, and with a metallic clang, the bullets were deflected in all directions amidst a dazzling burst of sparks.

Enraged by the musket attack, the giant lizard opened its massive jaws, and a thick, grayish-green fog instantly filled the small space.

A soldier standing in front of the giant lizard, closest to the poisonous fog, was sprayed all over his body.

This grayish-green poisonous fog appears to be a gas, but when it gets on armor, clothing, and skin, it becomes as viscous as oil.

As a plume of white smoke rose, everything touched by the toxic mist was instantly corroded beyond recognition, as if it had encountered strong acid.

The soldiers watched helplessly as their bodies were corroded by the poisonous fog, leaving only black, fragile bones. Terrified screams echoed across the entire battlefield in an instant.

"Retreat! Retreat outside..."

The commander, who was fleeing toward the bunker exit, only managed to utter a few words before inhaling a small amount of poisonous mist. Blood began to flow from his seven orifices, and he could no longer stand. He collapsed to the ground, his body emitting a foul stench and smoke of rotting flesh.

The poisonous smoke spewed by dozens of venomous lizards slowly spread along the bunkers, trenches, and tunnels, looking from a distance like someone had set fire to a pile of firewood in the enemy's territory.

More and more enemy soldiers crawled out of the trenches, abandoned their original positions, and began to seek refuge in the poison gas at higher elevations on the hills.

Along the way, hundreds and thousands of people collapsed while fleeing after inhaling small amounts of poison gas.

By the time the church's army regrouped, at least a third of the soldiers had died in the tunnels filled with poison gas.

Ackerman, who witnessed this scene from the foot of the mountain, was dumbfounded and speechless.

Alfonso sat on a stone bench, placed his two-handed sword on his lap, and ordered the beast tamer beside him, "Wolves, attack!"

The giant wolves, who had been waiting impatiently, excitedly got up from the ground after receiving the command from their beast tamer. They used lightning speed to bypass the group of bunkers filled with poison gas and pounced on the fleeing enemy troops on the mountain from both sides.

Any lone soldier or small squad that is outnumbered will often be torn to pieces by the giant wolves in a single encounter.

However, when facing enemy forces of more than a hundred men, the giant wolf maintained a relatively safe distance, only pressing closely behind the enemy forces from a distance, driving them in a specific direction.

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