When Rocky, donned in his Void Magic Armor, beca a phantom of the battlefield, not only did he wreak havoc but he was also brimming with confidence. However, the overall situation on the battlefield was far from as favorable as he imagined; in fact, "not optimistic" would be a more accurate description.
Not every soldier on the battlefield wore Void Magic Armor!
Those without Void Magic Armor were as fragile as paper in front of the Demons, only managing to hold off a Demon when several soldiers worked together.
Especially when the fight turned into a lee, once the frontline troops and the wings inevitably engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Demons, the advantage of the Demons beca markedly evident. Not to ntion the troops from Backhill Village, even the Guard Corps equipped with rune equipnt also fell into a tough fight.
There was no helping it; this ti, there were simply too many Demons. Over a hundred Demons charged them, and even after three rounds of ranged attacks, seventy to eighty Demons still remained. With the soldiers' ratio at two or three to one, could two or three soldiers combat a Demon? The answer was obviously no.
The ti shifted to a few minutes earlier.
Determined to avenge Reed, Robin, who had joined the battle, truly lived up to his words. He displayed exceptional bravery in combat and, once the lee started, together with a few other Guards, managed to engage a Demon.
However, this ti the Guards were not facing a re eight Demons but at least eighty! On such a large-scale battlefield, forming an encirclent was impossible. Robin and four or five others had just surrounded a Demon when they were imdiately scattered by other Demons, leaving Robin to face a Demon alone.
Even so, Robin did not retreat. He charged at the Demon with a shout. Admirable in courage, but the outco was predictable — he was imdiately smacked away by the Demon.
Thrown about like a kite, Robin's shield and longsword fell to the ground. Although he quickly got up, before he could steady himself, another Demon appeared out of nowhere and swiped at his head!
Just at this critical mont, Robin, utterly defenseless, was knocked aside.
The one who knocked him away was none other than Aga.
But after knocking him away, the Demon's claw harshly struck Aga, sending his head flying like a ball…
There was no fierce battle.
There was no back-and-forth confrontation either.
Dying on the battlefield was a matter of an instant, even... quite simple.
Witnessing all of this, Robin completely blanked out. He sat dumbfounded on the ground, the only thing he could do was stupidly watch as Aga's headless body slowly fell, comprehensively shocked.
While he was stunned, the Demons were not. After one swipe killed Aga, the Demon imdiately targeted Robin.
Facing the Demon that was getting closer with each step, Robin continued to daydream, seemingly turning into a statue.
But just then, whoosh! An Arrow Feather, from nowhere, whizzed past the Demon's neck. Although it missed, it drew the Demon's attention montarily, and it was in this brief mont that Robin finally snapped out of it!
Regaining his senses, he hurriedly rolled to the side, picked up the longsword and shield that had fallen to the ground, and by the ti he stood up, two more soldiers had arrived. So, he roared and charged at the Demon with the other two.
"Damn it!"
Standing before the battlents, Dusa cursed herself fiercely. The arrow that had saved Robin was the one she had shot.
When the battle had escalated to close-quarters combat, Archers and Mages were still providing support to the battlefield as much as they could. Though they couldn't unleash Magic and Arrow Feathers as before, they still aid at their targets whenever possible.
Dusa was naturally the most active one, but including the arrow just now, she had already continuously shot five arrows, yet not a single arrow had hit its target.
This was simply unimaginable because anyone who had seen Dusa practicing archery would describe her in three words: sharpshooter.
However, Dusa knew that the reason every arrow missed was because her hands were shaking!
Standing on the high wall, Dusa could see the battlefield exceptionally clearly, but what she saw was not victory, only blood and death, of demons, and soldiers, but mostly of soldiers.
For her, who was on the battlefield for the first ti, the scene was too cruel, completely different from the battles she had imagined and longed for, causing Dusa to feel scared.
In such a situation, her hands shook every ti she drew the bowstring, and arrows shot with such trembling hands naturally couldn't hit any target; in fact, the arrow shot at Robin just then was already Dusa's most reliable shot, the rest she didn't even know where they had gone.
This caused Dusa a great deal of distress, and she even kept cursing herself as useless in her heart, but the more she did so, the more her hands trembled and she couldn't aim at any target at all.
Until... she saw her father on the high wall.
Standing on the high wall, shaking hands forced Dusa to put down her drawn bow because she knew she could no longer shoot any arrow feather, but just then, she suddenly saw Monte's figure on the battlefield!
"Father..."
Seeing her father's figure, Dusa's feelings of depression and fear improved a lot because, in her eyes, her father was always a valiant warrior, her lifelong idol, but when she looked closely at Monte, her heart tightened!
At that mont, Monte was in a very bad situation!
In an army composed entirely of humans, Monte, a beastman, naturally stood out trendously, not only to other soldiers but also to demons, especially since Monte himself was extraordinarily brave, making him the pri target for demons as soon as the battle entered close quarters.
Therefore, when Dusa noticed Monte, he was being surrounded and attacked by four demons! What was even more terrifying was that among these four demons, only three were black-eyed demons, and the other one was the even more dangerous armored bull demon!
Facing the attack of so many demons, Monte, with only one hand, simply couldn't resist; it was extrely perilous, and he had been knocked down to the ground several tis. If not for his indeed strong strength and abundant experience, he might have died several tis over already.
With her father in such grave danger, it was impossible for Dusa to just stand by. She hurriedly picked up her longbow, drew, and aid it, and shot an arrow.
However, once the arrow was shot, she didn't know where it had flown. Monte on the battlefield, instead of receiving any support, was actually knocked down by the charge of the armored bull demon, rolling and crawling on the ground to barely avoid the follow-up attacks of the other demons.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Dusa on the high wall kept cursing herself, clenched her fists, and fiercely pounded the wall twice, then picked up another arrow feather, drew her longbow again, and aid at the demon that was pursuing her father.
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
After breathing deeply three tis, Dusa loosened her fingers, and with a whoosh, she shot out the arrow feather!
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