Mountains at dusk.
At this moment, the sky gradually darkened. In the area where the sunlight was already dim, the sky became even darker, like thick and water-soaked cloth covering the top of the head layer by layer, gradually descending, and constantly compressing the world.
The ground was filled with hissing and roaring monsters in various shapes and forms. There were evil ghosts covered in blood, giant snakes with human face patterns, powerful ghost apes with three faces and four hands, ghosts piled up in layers in the sky and clustered like a school of fish, and low-level monsters with various strange appearances.
These demons emerged from the cracks of the underground caves. Some were created by natural evolution, while others were the remains of the Yama Palace. They bared their fangs and claws, rubbing their sharp black hooks and fangs, growling and looking forward.
At the exit of the Great Rift Valley, soldiers clad in dark yellow armor stood atop a low, rubble-covered wall. Shields, like red scales, were arranged in tight rows. Sharp spears were placed between the shields, pointed outward. From the rear, crossbow bolts, black as locusts, continuously swarmed, plunging into the surging black beasts.
In the current situation, there was no need to aim; any arrow could hit a demon. However, even if one group of demons was shot down, another group would fill in, and their number seemed endless.
"What's the situation?" Tu Haoyang led several people out of the valley and came to the position at the entrance of the valley.
"Your Excellency, we can only hold on for now. Although these monsters are small in size individually, there are simply too many of them." A general in dark bronze armor replied with a fist salute.
"Is that so..."
Tu Haoyang looked up and saw demons swarming all over the mountains, gathering from all directions. Some of them could even fly, preparing to charge into the valley. Fortunately, the dragon knights of those dynasties were very powerful and could quickly kill most of these invading demons.
The red-scaled fire dragon in the sky roared, and the flames that had been suppressed and accumulated became like substance, pouring down from the sky and burning many ferocious monsters.
Some of the powerful individuals were also enraged and began to fight back.
Thirty-two vultures with brown-gray iron feathers flew through the sky, their speed increasing, like moving steel knives, occasionally slashing down from the sky, slicing through the atmosphere, scraping scales off the fire dragon's body, and splashing blood.
Although these evil vultures were not very good at cooperation, they relied on the powerful strength of the Undead Sequence 6 and their numbers far exceeding those of their opponents, and finally made the dragon riders of these dynasties start to suffer injuries, and they were no longer crushed as directly as before.
Looking at the scene in the sky where flames and afterimages collided and moved with each other, Tu Haoyang's eyes became solemn.
It's undeniable that the Dynasty's dragon knights have undergone rigorous training and can control flying dragons and cooperate with each other, which can unleash powerful strength. But the current problem is that even the strongest and most outstanding warriors have limited physical strength.
These dragon knights have basically not slept for two days. If they continue, there will probably be a large number of casualties.
To this end, Tu Haoyang gripped the hardwood bar in front of him tightly and made a difficult decision in his mind.
Things are different now than they were six years ago. At that time, Sequence 5 Dragon Knights could only be considered reserves, and there was even a well-organized Sequence 7 Dragon Knight Legion within the dynasty.
It's a shame that so much has changed over the years. Sequence 5 Dragon Knights are now the dynasty's most elite combat unit, and the rare Sequence 6 Dragon Knights are usually the commanders of Dragon Knight corps.
The power to command these individuals rested with the governors of each state; not even the governors could mobilize them. To command these dragon riders in large numbers, the governors needed the tiger talisman from the imperial center. The fact that he could bring these sixteen dragon riders with him was already the limit of his power; any more would be beyond his control.
After all, he was not a special general of the dynasty and had no right to mobilize so many of the most elite troops.
Under the battlements, groups of demons rushed forward, but were killed by the garrisoned soldiers. Their corpses continued to pile up, eventually forming a slope under the battlements, and the garrisoned troops gradually lost their geographical advantage.
Looking at this scene, he slowly waved his hand and asked his adjutant to give orders, ordering the soldiers to retreat temporarily and move to the rear to continue building another battlement.
"Yes, sir."
Afterwards, the golden gong sounded and the command flag fluttered in the air. The tens of thousands of the dynasty's border troops retreated slowly, giving up the position full of ruins and blood, and re-formed in the rear.
Seeing that these enemies were about to leave, some demons also wanted to take the opportunity to attack, but unfortunately, the dozen or so fire dragons in the sky spewed out red fire, burning the position full of corpses and temporarily blocking these demons outside.
After so many demons appeared outside the valley, the residents of the valley began to worry again. This was the umpteenth time in the past month that they had become worried and frightened. Sometimes they would be awakened by the loud roars of the beasts.
Inside the shrine, Granny Gro leaned against the doorframe, gazing out at the chaotic, fierce battlefield beyond her sight, her eyes filled with worry. The border troops were fighting and retreating, while the demons were gathering in ever-increasing numbers, the balance of power on the battlefield gradually tilting in favor of one side. Without further support, I'm afraid tomorrow, or the day after, these demons will completely swarm into the valley, and then, everything will be over.
"Did they actually find the horn... Alas, everything is fate, the jade sword, the bronze candle, and the crane feather..."
As she finished her words, she seemed to have made up her mind and summoned a group of black-clad demon-slayers.
After the shrine maiden gave some instructions, the black-clad demon-slayers disappeared outside the shrine and rushed into the valley.
Not long after, the elders, village chiefs, clan leaders, and other representatives of the Youchi tribe in the valley received the news and gradually gathered outside the shrine with heavy steps.
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