Reidar kept repositioning. Every ti the Behemoth adjusted its path, he moved his forces to stay between it and the city.
The demon lords were now focusing their attacks on the creature's face and eyes, trying to keep it irritated enough to pay attention to them.
The ground forces attacked the feet and ankles, creating a source of annoyance that the creature couldn't easily shake off because the summons were too many and too spread out.
The Death Knights were the most effective part of the strategy, not because their attacks did aningful damage, but because their Desecrated Ground skill created zones of corrupted terrain into which the Behemoth's feet sank.
The corrupted ground didn't slow the creature that much, but it changed the texture of the earth beneath its feet in a way that made each step land differently and feel as if it were walking in sludge. That small difference, multiplied across dozens of corrupted zones, was enough to change the creature's walking direction by a few degrees.
A few degrees, over hundreds of ters, added up.
anwhile, back in the city, Reidar's remaining forces continued their work on the portals.
Through the Overmind Consciousness, he watched as a group of Inferno Tyrants found another portal's magic circle beneath a collapsed market stall and lted the runic array into slag with concentrated fire.
The portal collapsed. Monsters caught in the threshold were cut apart, and the flow of creatures from that rift stopped.
The situation was repeating itself over and over, but that situation happening again also ant that the mana in the surroundings was increasing more and more.
That was going to attract monsters from even farther corners of the country, if not the world.
Of course, the biggest problem was the portal monsters, since they were the highest level out of the bunch; the monsters that ca with earlier portals were weaker, and the native monsters were even worse than them.
But at that point, the number of creatures there would reach levels that even Reidar might not be able to keep in check.
Still, despite knowing this, Reidar found a mont to rejoice in his accomplishnt.
Reidar redirected the forces that had been working on the northern portal toward the central plaza. At the sa ti, he pulled a group of Spectral Army soldiers away from the portal cleanup and sent them to reinforce the Aegis, where the forest monsters were hitting the hardest.
However, Reidar had to focus on his battle. The Behemoth took another step.
The creature slightly altered its path, but not enough; plus, the more monsters died, the more that thing reset its target.
Whatever Reidar was doing was a fragile thing. If the amount of mana in the surroundings kept increasing, and the beast decided his summons were not enough of an incentive to stay away, it would walk through his entire army and barely notice the experience.
The Behemoth's arm ca down again. Two thousand skeletal warriors and three death knights were destroyed.
The spectral horses dissolved, and the armored undead commanders hit the ground hard enough to leave craters before their bodies faded into black mist.
The remaining Death Knights re-summoned their battalions and resud the attack.
The numbers dropped and rose in a rhythm that would have made a fantastic workout montage if the Death Knights hadn't been squished like bugs beneath a cosmic boot, turning everything into a jumble of death and gore.
The creature's eyes moved across the swarm of summons, and for a mont, Reidar thought it was looking for him. He was high above the battlefield, riding his Terror Condor, watching the fight from a distance that should have been safe.
The Behemoth's gaze passed over him like he was a particularly uninteresting speck of dust. It didn't even pause. Reidar might as well have been holding a sign that said "FINAL BOSS HERE" in flaming letters, and the Behemoth would've still swiped left.
Apparently, when you're the size of a small mountain, sobody on a giant bird registers sowhere between "irrelevant" and "not even worth stepping on."
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