Pale Emblem

Chapter 205 Disparity
Clark's Second Regiment's mission was to advance from the left side of the city wall directly to the East Gate tower, control the East Gate drawbridge, and then join forces with the Fifth Regiment to defend the city wall and prevent the orcs from launching a surprise attack on the East Gate under the cover of night fog.

Sage Pograk believed that the garrison at the East Gate was the problem, and even if they were not, their defenses were too weak and would inevitably become the breach point for the orc army.

The second, fourth, and fifth regiments are to reinforce the east gate tower and a section of the city wall. If they encounter any obstruction, they are to kill the rebels without mercy!

This military order was extremely urgent, but the passageway at the top of the city wall was only 7 meters wide, and there were no parapets or railings on the inner side. Due to the heavy fog, the soldiers of the Second Regiment had to advance in three close rows, trying to feel their way along the outer parapet to avoid anyone slipping and falling.

The second regiment's column had reached the corner of the city wall passageway, and the East Gate tower was just over a hundred meters ahead.

There was neither the glow of lights nor any sound; the deathly silence in the thick fog carried an ominous air.

The soldiers of the Second Regiment moved quietly, no one spoke, but each of them gripped their weapons tightly.

Suddenly, the sound of flapping wings came from mid-air, followed by an invisible force that parted the mist to form a void. Through the void, the soldiers of the battle group saw a dim and blurry figure.

She hovered forty meters in the air, flapping her enormous bat wings. She was slender, well-proportioned, and had distinctly feminine curves.

The soldiers thought they were seeing things and tried to see clearly, but the next moment, a turbulent air current several meters long swirled up white mist like a dozen giant sword blades and slashed towards them.

Amidst the piercing shrieks, groups of soldiers were torn to pieces by sharp turbulent air currents.

Then, the air turbulence suddenly expanded, creating a loud "whoosh" that drowned out the survivors' cries of agony.

A violent hurricane roared and raged on the city wall. The gushing air currents were like the tentacles of a water monster, sweeping away everything in their path. Soldiers fell off the city wall one after another, their screams echoing like ghosts in the fog.

The alchemical demon Dili licked her dark red lips with her long tongue. The fragments of the dead's soul fire could not satisfy her, so she swooped down, snatched an unlucky soldier from among the dazed soldiers, and instantly disappeared into the thick fog, leaving only a string of joyful laughter.

"Evil!"

"It's a vampire!"

"We're fucked……"

Some soldiers could clearly see Dili's curved horns and tail, as well as the eerie purple patterns on her carapace.

The terrifying demons from legends have entered reality, causing them to scream in terror.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat... Get moving! Don't stay on the walls! Quick, find a staircase to get down!" the battle group commander shouted. He had witnessed his second-in-command—a strong level 5 shield guard—being dragged into the air by the demon. He was terrified, fearing that he would be the demon's next target.

Most importantly, the terrain of the city walls is not conducive to the warbands deploying defensive formations. They must form ranks on the ground to protect themselves from the flying demons that can create violent hurricanes.

In reality, Dili's spell-like abilities have a long cooldown, but they have a wide attack range and incredible power, with slicing and explosive effects. Her attack alone caused the deaths and injuries of twenty to thirty soldiers from the warband.

For the entire battle group, this level of casualties was perfectly acceptable. The problem was that they didn't understand the time limit of spell-like abilities.

If that flying demon were to strike a few more times like that, the warband would be committing suicide by staying on the city walls.

The frenzied Dili successfully repelled the second battle group, forcing them to retreat to the ground. Dili herself then flew off to find the barbarian leader, Ingrid. As agreed, regardless of whether she could contact Ingrid or not, she would fly back every twenty minutes to unleash spell-like attacks on the enemy.

With the threat from the left wall eliminated, Victor turned his attention to the right wall.

That's the Fifth Legion's team up there. They haven't reached the corner of the city wall yet, and they're a little far from the tower controlling the drawbridge, but that's just right for Victor!
He stood tall and straight, drew three arrows from the quiver and held them between his fingers, then drew the bowstring and fired the three arrows in quick succession within two seconds.

Steady firing.

Rapid-fire bursts.

The arrows, surrounded by air currents, spun rapidly in the air, flying silently and completely unaffected by strong winds. They disturbed the fog, and in an instant, they flew more than 270 meters.

The soldiers of the Fifth Battle Group were caught completely off guard as long-range attacks from the East Gate tower came one after another.

An awakened spearman saw the professional swordsman in front of him suddenly stagger and fall, with an arrow inexplicably stuck in his head.

Just as the spearman was about to let out a horrified scream, a "thud" was heard as an arrow pierced his neck from left to right. Blood immediately filled his mouth and then poured into his lungs, causing him to cough up blood incessantly, unable to utter a single word.

Immediately afterwards, several more soldiers in the marching column were hit by arrows, screaming in agony, as if the entire formation was being torn apart by an invisible force.

The heavily armored shield guards continued to advance, while the Awakened soldiers behind them were subjected to fierce ranged attacks.

In the chaos, some half-elf soldiers fell from the 30-meter-high city wall to avoid arrows. A level 5 archer's bow can strike medium-armored targets within 80 meters, a rather impressive range and power. Victor's Wind Arrows have an effective range of 300 meters and can also penetrate medium armor, posing a threat even to heavily armored targets.

Such a range and power are simply despair-inducing.

Unless it hits a vital spot, the piercing wound from an arrow is often not fatal on the spot, but the victim's slow death in agony can create even greater panic.

Victor ruthlessly fired two full quivers of arrows, and the soldiers of the battle group on the city wall were like lambs to the slaughter. They bled and were wounded, screaming and shouting, trying to hide behind others; the battle group's rout was inevitable.

The Fifth Battle Group abandoned more than forty dead and wounded comrades and fled back in a sorry state.

It is no exaggeration to say that Victor single-handedly repelled a standard battle group. In theory, he could repeat his feat until he completely annihilated the enemy.

However, the regular army of Fallen Leaf City was not a rabble. Their counterattack came quickly, giving Victor no time to catch his breath.

"Master, the enemy on the left city wall has reorganized after they went down, and they are attacking us from the left flank on the ground."

"The enemy on the right-hand wall is also attacking from the right flank on the ground!"

Ruth and Jessica both alerted Victor.

Their scouting partner, the forest falcon, is a very keen small bird of prey that can hunt small prey such as bats and swallows in the dark forest by relying on changes in airflow and its hearing.

The strange night fog had little impact on Lin Jun's perception.

The wandering sisters monitored the changing situation on the battlefield through Lin Jun.

Upon discovering that the second and fifth battle groups had been attacked by Dili and Victor respectively, they immediately descended from the city wall, retreated to the ground, and quickly regrouped to continue their attack on the east gate tower in coordination with the fourth battle group.

The resilience displayed by the legion's soldiers made Victor frown.

The casualties of dozens of people, and even the appearance of the demon, did not shake their fighting spirit; on the contrary, they accelerated their offensive.

The Fourth Battle Group was responsible for the main frontal attack. They advanced rapidly, crossing the streets and heading straight for the small square in front of the city gate.

More than 70 garrison soldiers, enslaved by Christine, stood ready in the small square. Their mission was to prevent the enemy from entering the control room of the city gate via the city wall stairs.

However, their opponents now include not only the Fourth Regiment, but also the encirclement of more than 700 regular soldiers from the Second and Fifth Regiments.

At this moment, the Second and Fifth Battle Groups, who had just suffered setbacks on the city walls, also poured out from the back alleys of the streets.

Victor listened to the chaotic footsteps of the legionary soldiers from the city wall and fired arrows at them. When the soldiers came within a hundred meters, Victor's followers also began to fire at them.

Due to the dense fog, they were unable to achieve the same level of accuracy as Vic, and thus could not maintain a high level of shooting precision.

However, the ground plaza was different from the passageway on the city wall. Here, the terrain was open, and the soldiers could spread out to avoid the arrows shot down from the city wall. Moreover, the thick fog formed a psychological barrier. Even if a comrade was hit by an arrow, the other soldiers could not see the specific casualties and could still carry out the commander's attack orders in an orderly manner.

Even though Victor shot and killed several soldiers in succession, he could not effectively damage their morale.

The legionary soldiers shouted orders, and shield guards wielding tower shields and short spears charged to the front. These burly professionals, in groups of five, used tower shields and short spears to create a movable, sturdy shield wall, providing protection for their comrades and continuously pressing down on the garrison's lines.

The legion's professional swordsmen, archers, and awakened spearmen, under the cover of a moving shield wall, launched attacks in shifts, mercilessly slaughtering the defending soldiers.

The commanders of the three battle groups had no intention of negotiating with the garrison soldiers, believing that their former comrades had betrayed them and colluded with the evil forces.

These traitors must be eliminated; we cannot waste any time!
As weapons pierced their bodies and blood splattered, the guards controlled by Christine fell silently into pools of blood.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty garrison soldiers were killed, and the rest were pushed into a smaller area. The legion soldiers were preparing to divide them up and annihilate them.

Victor's eyebrows were furrowed. The enemy was too numerous and well-trained, and the casualty ratio between the two sides was far too disparate. Long-range attacks with just a few arrows could no longer change the course of the battle.

If this continues, it won't be long before Christine will have to use her demonic battle avatar.

If you use your trump card too early, you'll have no cards left to play later.

Victor immediately said to the alchemical demons around him, "All of you go down and dismantle those shield walls so that Christine's servants can catch their breath."