Chapter 597: Chapter 621: Scene of the Bloody Battle Chapter 597: Chapter 621: Scene of the Bloody Battle It turned out that the emblem Tijana had given could teleport up to eight people at a ti, and now, with five companions plus three dragons, there were exactly eight. Under Lancelot’s guidance, they stood shoulder to shoulder, and he softly called Tijana’s na to activate the spell stored within the emblem.
The companions were already very familiar with this type of teleportation, and everything happened just like the previous tis: the sudden sensation of weightlessness, the surrounding scenery bursting like bubbles, the dizziness caused by the lack of points of reference… and the collision before reaching the destination.
Only this ti, instead of hitting a hard wall of ice, it felt like jumping into water from a great height. Gravity reappeared, changing direction several tis in an instant, making the experience quite uncomfortable. When everything settled down, Lancelot found that instead of appearing inside Tijana’s castle, they were on a small hillock outside Twin Bridges Town.
The teleportation had clearly gone awry again, and there was no need for anyone to ask why—the answer was as obvious as the beard on a Dwarf’s face. In front of them, a siege was unfolding.
Anyone’s first impression of a blood battle would be the sa: fire, the unending blaze enveloping every corner of the battlefield. As Kalalin once described, although Demons were highly resistant to flas, Demons could be immune to the injuries caused by high temperatures—they walked through the flas unaffected, while Demons had to grimace and dodge.
Despite the Stygian River being very wide, the sandbanks where Twin Bridges Town was located occupied most of the riverbed, with edges no more than three hundred feet from the riverbank. Now, the river’s surface was covered with floating bridges made of bones. Countless Beard Demons wielding long-handled cleavers, shouldering giant ladders, marched in neat rows across the floating bridges, launching an assault on the town walls of Twin Bridges Town.
Waiting on the walls was a dense defending force, consisting not of expendable units like Pri Demons or Coward Devils, but elite ones like Berserk Demons and Brezu Demons. Their individual strength overwhelmingly crushed that of common foot soldiers like Beard Demons, yet through clever coordination the Demons exhibited trendous combat effectiveness. Despite the severe disadvantage, they fought the defenders to a standstill.
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Several new towers, not present in everyone’s mory, had also appeared in the town, from which a dense rain of arrows showered down, pouring death upon the attackers’ heads. Along with the arrow volleys, a large number of Coward Devils, these low-strength expendable Demons, were being thrown down as projectiles, creating brief chaos within the neat rows of the Demons.
The fight was also taking place in the skies, where dozens of large Horned Demons circled, waiting to drop fire upon the defenders’ heads; the Demons’ side sent nurous Flomos to stop them, only to be firmly tied down by more nurous Thorn Demons. Behind the Demons’ lines, several massive war machines roared as they launched huge fireballs, which traced slow arcs across the sky with long tails of fla. Upon landing, these fireballs caused trendous destruction, with no more than two needed to destroy a tower or collapse a section of the wall.
Thanks to his keen vision, Lancelot imdiately noticed the section of the wall defended by the Dwarves, and to his surprise, the Dwarves were fighting exceptionally well. They quickly destroyed the Demons’ ladders and grappling hooks, greeted the Beard Demons who climbed onto the ramparts with shields, Warhamrs, Throwing Axes, and dense formations, ensuring the enemies gained no foothold; and in the rear, a large number of reserves were ready to extinguish any flas caused by the Demons or replace comrades who could no longer fight due to their injuries.
Unlike Demons, most Dwarves did not crave battle. They were natural producers who preferred professions like miners, Blacksmiths, and craftsn, but Moradin had breathed courage into their souls along with the ores, jewels, and flas when he created their race. All Dwarves felt a strong sense of belonging to their hos and community. When comrades fell injured beside them, or Fireballs from the sky destroyed the buildings in the Craftsn’s District, their valor and rage were fully ignited, unleashing a staggering combat power from the whole group.
However, the most striking scene was Tijana fighting atop the city gates. The Succubus Lord wore a full suit of Mithril Plate Armor and brandished a silver Long Whip, which Lancelot was pleased to see; it was the Whip he had helped forge, though this ti Tijana had donned a special glove. Seven maids, clad in Red Dragon Scale Armor and ard with Longswords and Shields, fought alongside the Succubus Lord.
The maids were all familiar faces to Lancelot, with a few having even sparred with him on the training ground. At that ti, their strength was inferior to Lancelot’s, but now they exhibited the ability to single-handedly fight a Horned Demon and gain the upper hand, sothing Lancelot himself wouldn’t have excelled in.
The only reasonable explanation was, naturally, Tijana. As a Magician, she could greatly enhance the maids’ combat capabilities with her supernatural abilities. Moreover, the maids cooperated as seamlessly as fingers on a palm, likely aided by so magic that linked their consciousnesses together.
Tijana’s opponent was a massive Demon Refinent, twice the height of the Succubus Lord, clad in a set of black Heavy Armor that seed to deflect magic, and swinging a gigantic Nail-headed Hamr with one hand. Its other hand was empty, ready to cast spells anyti, or deliver an unexpected claw strike.
The Demon Refinent might have thought that its armor could easily suppress Tijana, a high-ranking Spellcaster, but Tijana gave General Bartez a good lesson with her formidable close combat skills. She faced the strongest high-ranking Demon without fear, and her Cold Iron Whip struck the Demon Refinent off balance every ti, while its counterattacks were either blocked by sudden magical Shields or diverted by a strange force, never hitting the seemingly light and nimble Succubus Lord.
But Lancelot knew very well, Tijana’s durability could rival that of a mature Red Dragon; any frail appearance was purely deceptive. In frequent ‘sparring’ with Tijana, he once suspected that the Succubus Lord’s main profession was so kind of lee class and that she had ‘awakened’ her Spellcasting abilities later, just like he had. If the Demon General thought that a solid hit could end the battle, the reality would greatly disappoint it.
Moreover, as one of the wealthiest Demon Lords on the Plains of the Abyss, Tijana was not stingy like her peers and never skimped on equipnt. There wasn’t a single piece of ordinary quality on her; even the worst gear was above rare grade. In fact, the Demon Refinent was fighting against millennia of accumulated profits from Twin Bridges Town, a disparity so vast it was unimaginable to the Demon—it earned an annual salary and bribes totaling about three hundred thousand Gold Coins as Legion Commander, not even a fraction of Twin Bridges Town’s revenue.
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