In the southern defense line of Muxi City, the gaps in the dilapidated city wall were filled with sandbags and other debris that had been hastily found.
Teams of Crusaders knelt in the square behind the city wall, offering their final prayers before the battle to the totem erected in the center of the square, which featured a black dragon statue.
The shaman held a staff made of alder wood in one hand and touched the head of each Crusader with the other, whispering a prayer: "May the Dragon God protect your soul."
Commander Ackerman, carrying a bow and arrows, climbed the flagpole of the tallest tower. Facing the distant horde of corpses that resembled a black ocean, his pupils turned crimson under the blood-red sky.
As the prayer ended, the Crusaders stood up.
Ackerman lowered his head and looked at the orderly ranks of the Crusaders in the square.
With a smile still playing on his lips, Ackerman took out his bow and arrows from behind his back, raised them above his head, and shouted loudly, "By the Dragon God, for my king!"
Everyone looked up at the figure at the top of the tower, and a deafening roar echoed through the sky.
"By the Dragon God above, for my king!"
Ackerman flipped and jumped off the tower, landing on the ground with one knee touching the ground.
The snake sisters walked up behind him, saying nothing more than resolute eyes.
Ackerman looked at the two women and said softly, "It's time."
The snake woman, Parly, smiled and said, "We will stay by your side."
The snake woman Parne nodded vigorously: "Forever."
Ackerman embraced the two women, kissing them as he said, "May the Dragon God protect us."
"Enemy has entered the artillery firing range!"
As soon as the Crusader messenger finished speaking, the Thunder Beast behind the square roared and fired its first batch of spore shells into the direction of the battlefield using its parasitic coil cannon.
Dozens of spore shells traced fiery trails across the sky, illuminating the darkness above and the undead on the ground.
With tremendous explosions and repeated, fierce bombardments, the entire land was turned upside down, leaving a "scar" of flames and charred remains in the center of the distant sea of corpses.
"Second round of shelling, all personnel move into anti-shock cover!"
The Thunderous War Beast bombarded the horde of corpses again, this time with shells landing closer to the defensive line, resulting in a much stronger impact.
Leaning against the back of the city wall, Ackerman lowered his head. After the violent explosion, a strong gust of wind instantly passed through the defense line, and dust and debris filled the air.
A few seconds later, after the impact subsided slightly, Ackerman peeked out to check and found that the horde of undead had reached within two kilometers of the defensive line.
A long bugle call rang out from the tower, and the messenger's voice rang out again: "Enemy enters firing range!"
Ackerman stood up and shouted to the Crusaders beside him, "Everyone to firing positions, horizontal barrage! Scouts up the towers, search for alien undead! Snipers, take your positions, ready to provide support!"
After giving these orders, Ackerman stood up, drew his bow, and with his eyes slightly narrowed, flames immediately appeared on the arrowhead.
With a twang of the bowstring, an arrow, trailing a bluish-purple flame, shot straight into one of the leading undead wolves, like a bullet.
The flames exploded in an instant, burning the undead wolf to ashes.
Under the cover of the orcs, the elves gathered supernatural power in their hands, and fireballs, ice spears, and lightning rained down on the army of corpses.
A Crusader scout, who had climbed the tower, used his eagle eye and X-ray vision to survey the entire battlefield. Upon spotting a mutated undead, he immediately shouted, "Direction 10.5, distance 1200 meters, weakened mutated undead!"
The Crusader sniper, armed with a small Tesla coilgun, knelt on the platform atop the tower, using his magnified field of vision to lock onto the alien undead.
Pulling the trigger, a solid steel bullet, propelled by immense electrical energy, shot out of the barrel at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
The alien undead hidden among the horde of corpses was shot in the head, and its entire head exploded like a watermelon.
The saturation firing lasted for about a minute.
Soon, a second bugle call sounded, and the messenger's voice rang out again: "The enemy has entered the bombing range!"
Ackerman, who had lost count of how many arrows he had fired, heard the messenger's voice and immediately shouted, "Grenadiers, come up! Heavy infantry, take your positions! Archers, retreat and move into support positions!"
Waves of dwarves carrying Molotov cocktails and gunpowder bombs, along with ratmen carrying ammunition boxes, rushed out of the Crusader ranks.
They pressed themselves against the city wall, aimed at the location of the horde of corpses a hundred meters away, and threw their bombs with all their might.
Molotov cocktails and fireballs rained down on the positions outside the city walls, instantly wiping out most of the approaching vanguard of the zombie horde.
The ratmen opened the ammunition boxes and handed bomb after bomb to the dwarves in charge of throwing them.
Under the relentless barrage of bombs, the undead army's advance was halted at a distance of only 100 meters from the position.
The spirits of the dead, burned and blown to pieces, piled up, forming small "mounds" one after another.
Ackerman kept firing arrows at the enemy while calculating the consumption of ammunition.
A moment later, Ackerman took an arrow with a special marking from his quiver and shot it into the sky.
The arrow rubbed against the air and instantly turned into a bright cloud of fire, clearly visible even from several kilometers away.
Just then, a third horn sounded from the tower on the city wall, and war drums thundered like lightning.
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