Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 321 - 034: Get on the wall!

Inside the tailor shop.

Nothing! Absolutely nothing!

The Beast Tide hasn’t breached the city walls yet!

Inside the tailor shop, the furniture remained untouched, the walls and windows were intact, and everything looked the sa as when he first hid here.

What’s going on? Could the Beast Tide not have co?

No,

That’s impossible. The Beast Tide cos every year, and the storm clouds already blanketed the sky days ago. That’s always the herald of its arrival.

Could it be...

Could those soldiers really have... truly...

Just then, faint voices drifted in from outside. The man hurriedly opened the barricaded door and stepped out into the street.

Surprisingly, the streets outside were also utterly unscathed. Not even a trace of a wild beast could be seen. Everything was as usual, untouched by ruin.

The man stood frozen in shock.

anwhile, many other citizens began to take notice as well.

The sounds of doors unlocking echoed one after another. Residents poured onto the streets, and when they saw the intact roads outside, their expressions mirrored the man’s disbelief.

"What’s going on? Could the Beast Tide really not have co? How is there not a single beast in sight?"

"It’s true! Nothing’s been breached!"

"How could this be? The Beast Tide... where did it go?"

Confused voices filled the air as everyone tried to make sense of the situation. The reality before them was starkly different from everything they expected or imagined.

"Wait! Listen! What’s that sound?"

"It sounds like... like fighting. It’s coming from the direction of the city gate."

At that mont, a man ca running down the street, huffing and shouting at the top of his lungs, "On the walls! They’re on the walls!"

"The City Guard is fighting the beasts on the walls!"

"It’s them!"

"They’ve held back the Beast Tide! They’ve really stopped it!"

The man’s words sparked a fiery reaction from the gathered crowd.

"Impossible!"

"There are only five hundred of them. How could they hold back the Beast Tide?"

"Without the nobles, how could they possibly defend against the attack?"

Yet, no matter how much doubt filled their minds, the proof was undeniable—no beasts had breached the city, the streets remained untouched, and the city stood unhard.

The Beast Tide was indeed attacking, yet the city remained safe and sound. The answer was evident.

A heavy silence fell upon the crowd.

Then, after that brief silence, a question lood large in everyone’s mind—

"What should we do?"

They lifted their heads, looking to one another.

The soldiers were shedding blood on the city walls, fighting fiercely against the beasts, protecting this city and everyone within it. Could they really just stand by and watch like cowards?

The man dashed back into his ho, retrieving the spear he had prepared long ago for the Beast Tide.

"To the walls!" he shouted as he bolted back outside, spear in hand.

The stunned citizens finally snapped to their senses.

"Wait for ! I’ll grab my shovel!"

"Let those damned beasts taste the hamr of Feiyan City’s blacksmiths!"

"Quick, quick! We can’t let those young lads face the Beast Tide alone. We must go help them!"

"To the walls! To the walls!"

The rallying cries grew louder and louder, cascading across the streets. People poured out of their hos, forming a surging flood of bodies that marched toward the city walls, toward the encroaching tide.

...

anwhile, atop the battlents, the battle had reached its most ferocious point.

Demont’s Chain Armor on his left shoulder was completely crushed—a mark of having endured a charge from a rampaging rhino. With every swing of his longsword, the grinding sound of his fractured shoulder bones sent shivers down spines.

The newly appointed Military Commander’s vision began to blur, but he remained standing at the highest point of the battlents, his hoarse voice shouting continuously, "Reinforce! Third Squad, reinforce!"

"Boom!"

A blazing explosion lit up the western wall. The soldiers had created a final wall of fire with their last three barrels of kerosene, but now the flas were dwindling. Through the five-ter-tall inferno, three massive bears with flaming fur continued their charge.

Their charred claws dug into the cracks between the stones, and the burning fat dripped down onto the defenders’ faces, yet they seed to feel no pain. One soldier was struck by a bear’s paw, embedding him into the stone wall of the arrow tower. The spear in his hand, however, remained lodged in the bear’s eye socket.

The rolling logs and stones had long been depleted, and the arrows were nearly gone as well—not that they made much difference anymore—

Beast corpses now piled so high beneath the walls that they ford a small mountain, leveling with the battlents and providing a ramp for the beasts to surge unimpeded onto the walls.

The archers had abandoned their crossbows long ago, picking up Cross Swords and spears instead for brutal close combat against the beasts in the bloodiest of confrontations.

Their armor was drenched in blood rain and beast gore, their palms covered in blisters from gripping swords, their breaths ragged like ancient, broken bellows.

Everything showed that the soldiers’ defenses were on the verge of collapse.

’Is this the limit?’

Lynch’s gaze swept over the soldiers behind him. The battle had devolved into utter chaos, and more beasts scaled the battlents with each passing second. The defenders could not slay them fast enough to stem the tide.

It felt like a dam pushed beyond its limits, ready to burst at any mont.

’Looks like this is it...’

Lynch knew that forcing the soldiers to fight any longer would be futile. Their morale was at its peak; it was ti to conclude this battle. He extended his Spiritual Field outward, tracing runes in the air with a wave of his hand, preparing to cast Magic to clear the battlefield.

But just then—

"Hold the line, we’re coming!"

A man suddenly stord onto the battlents, a wooden bucket on his head and a makeshift weapon in his hands.

Then ca a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth...

From a handful, the numbers quickly grew into dozens, then scores. These were the ordinary citizens of Feiyan City, swarming in from all directions and charging up the battlents.

Lynch froze, his spell pausing mid-cast.

"Hey there, beastie! Take a taste of this shovel!" A burly farr shouted, raising his shovel high before smashing it down onto a boar’s skull.

"Out of my way! Let through!" A short blacksmith elbowed his way through the crowd, wielding a smithing hamr as he charged toward a hungry wolf.

In this mont, these ordinary civilians—who had once cowered in their hos after the nobles abandoned them—bravely surged onto the battlents. With whatever weapons they could find, they stood shoulder to shoulder with the soldiers, fighting as one.

Like a great flood surging upstream, they collided with the oncoming tide of beasts in a thunderous crash!

The defensive line, once on the brink of collapse, now teed with new vitality. The citizens flooding in from all directions joined with the weary soldiers to rebuild the wall—stronger, sturdier, and more resolute than ever before.

"Don’t be afraid! We’re here!"

"If we stand, the city stands!"

Their cries of encouragent echoed across the battlents. Along with these voices, a new spirit began to awaken within the city. It was destined to replace the decaying rule of the nobles and usher in a new era of glory for Feiyan City!