Fantasy Romance Xianxia Anime Sci-fi Historical WNMTL
Home > Summoning the Holy Sword

752 Rumbling Gunfire

 This situation isn't looking good.

Cullen felt breathless. He laid behind the hill miserably with a complete lack of grace. Large holes were blasted in his left chest and half of his skull. Ordinary Undead Creatures would have died to the attacks, but fortunately for him, as a Lich who was an expert in alchemy, he had many more ways to protect himself. But even so, he sensed his strength fading away quickly. Logically speaking, he should return to his campsite and heal himself immediately. However, he didn't have the time for that. He gritted his shattered teeth and felt more anxiety and frustration than ever before.

Cullen was sure that the enemy didn't just received the help of the Dawn Angels a few days ago and it was apparent from their plan to instantly eliminate his 300 Necromancers in a single wave of attacks. The Dawn Angels were the natural enemies of Mages. During the Creation War, countless Liches who were much stronger than Cullen harbored grudges against the Dawn Angels' sacred arrows and Cullen counted himself as fortunate to survive. At this moment, he gazed ahead with his magic eye tool and realized that he made a huge mistake. It was obvious that it was premeditated and the enemy had sniped his Necromancers. If not, the Dawn Angels would have wiped out his air troops easily beforehand. Instead, the enemy mobilized the Dawn Angels to only launch their attacks after the Necromancers revealed themselves. This left Cullen baffled and another thought came to his mind.

Since the enemy has the Dawn Angels for support, does it mean that he still has other trump cards?

Cullen glanced at the battlefront. Just a few more steps and the Undead Army would arrive at the base of the city walls. Although he lost quite a number of troops to the holy spears, the Undead Army led by the Skeletal Trolls pushed forward determinedly. As long as they reached the city walls...

But why do I feel so uncertain?

Rhode gazed ahead.

Beneath his feet, the city walls rumbled and shook as the gigantic steel plates embedded on the city walls revealed their menacing, iron magic cannons.

The magic cannons fired off without any warnings.

More than a hundred blazes streaked across the night sky and one would surely be blinded at the sight of the dazzling brilliance. The surging magical powers erupted out of the barrels and the scorching heat devoured and evaporated all obstacles in their paths. The Skeletal Trolls came to a halt and lifted their arms instinctively to defend against the artillery barrage. However, as more magical beams struck their bodies, their bodies shattered completely and the close distance left them without a chance to escape.

This was the first time the Undead Army was stopped in their tracks. There were catastrophic reactions for every magical beam that landed into the sea of darkness-the entire darkness shrunk, swelled, and exploded into flames that burst through the clouds.

But this wasn't the end.

The Gargoyles and Vampires suspended in midair launched their ferocious attacks once more. This time, the Death Knights had joined them as they charged forward with their pikes.

At the same time, the Battle Angels finally emerged.

In a slogan of glory, the Battle Angels shimmering in holy radiance lifted their swords. They soared in the sky and clashed with the pitch-black forces. The Death Knights were fearless against the Battle Angels and the scarlet radiance in their eyes emanated brighter.

Not enough!

Rhode stood on the platform. He could hear nothing around him no matter if it was the screams, snarls, commands, or weapon clashes. Everything had as though been submerged in the loud explosions and the ground shook like the end of the world was approaching. Scorching heat from the scarlet flames turned the pitch-black Undead Army completely into ashes. Enormous white light beams descended and proved the eternal powers in the rule of light. Rhode felt calmer than ever. The ear-deafening explosions were as though separated by an invisible wall. He stretched out his arm and the system interface emerged before him.

[Summon Phantom Mirrors]

Boom!

The calm moat around the fortress surged into tall aggressive waves. Then, the streams of water twisted and transformed into mysterious creatures that resembled thin oval mirrors. Behind them were as though translucent, fluttering octopus tentacles.

[Phantom Mirrors summoned. Please select target to copy.]

Battle Angels!

Suddenly, the momentum on the battlefield shifted.

The Phantom Mirrors tilted upward and their smooth mirrors flickered with the images of the Battle Angels. Shortly after, they transformed-their thin, oval bodies suddenly softened, and reshaped like plasticine.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand more Battle Angels emerged in midair. They didn't seem any different from the real Battle Angels, but the only difference was their crystal-clear bodies. Rhode stretched out a finger. Then, this crystal army launched forward like sharp blades and punctured the shadow in the sky mercilessly.

Cullen watched in disbelief. At this moment, he felt like a strong man who thought that he could easily win this battle, but was forced into the corner, cowering and begging a skinny rascal to spare his life. The fortress became a ferocious beast with its jaws snapped open at its prey. The formation which he gathered to strengthen his attacks seemed useless now. Although both sides were in a stalemate, Cullen was sure that if this continued...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dazzling radiances that streaked across the night sky disrupted his thoughts. He looked up frantically-a gigantic battleship gradually emerged from behind the mountain with its hull facing the battlefield. Shortly after, another string of glaring brilliance erupted.

The momentum has shifted.

Cullen understood clearly that he was guaranteed to lose this battle if this continued. The enemy was ready and had been waiting for him to take the bait. As a commander, he was aware that the Undead Army's struggles were only instinctive. The emergence of the magic cannons and Battle Angel Army became the last straw that overwhelmed the balance. If he didn't come up with changes, it would be almost inevitable that he would fail.

Almost... but it wasn't for sure. If he held a powerful force to completely overwhelm the enemy, he might still stand a chance to defeat them and conquer the fortress!

Cullen turned around and gazed at the back. The spiritual flames in his eyes burned intensely as though he was making a tough decision. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled a Necromancer toward him.

"Report to Her Highness Erin that the situation is critical and we need reinforcements!"