Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 145 Beneath the Great Wall
The black tide of demi-humans crashed into the high wall.

The demi-human black tide crashed and shattered beneath the high wall.

The instant the siege began, countless logs, boulders, heavy crossbows, and sharp arrows rained down from the high walls, easily wiping out the hundreds of demi-human vanguard at the forefront. The firepower was then redirected to the subsequent second wave of attacks.

The demi-human alliance was not prepared with siege weapons.

Or rather, wars in this world have never really required siege weapons.

In the past, when the westward-bound plundering demi-humans crossed the Great Wall, they always used a simple method: they pushed captured humans to the front as cannon fodder, using their corpses to create a path to scale the wall. Of course, there was another, even more convenient tactic that could be used.

That is the hero of the demi-humans, the king of the demi-humans.

The average height of the Great Wall is no more than ten meters. And for a warrior of the Steel... no, Orichalcum level, crossing it barehanded wouldn't be too difficult.

City walls always need gates.

All you need to do is kill all the guards at the gate and then open the gate. Then the city wall will be as if it doesn't exist.

The Great Wall has always only served to stop small groups of demi-human raiders; it has never been able to withstand large-scale demi-human attacks. And now, they are crossing it.

In large groups, overwhelming.

Because on this battlefield, the only role the grunts can play is this: to distract the powerful by biting and nibbling at their vital points while they fight fiercely on the front lines, thus causing them to fall.

The hero among the demi-humans has already climbed the high wall.

Then, in the pure light of the Holy Sword Durandal, they fell in droves.

..............................

"Holy Knights, follow me!"

Remedios brandished her holy sword, finally having the chance to savor the immense power she had gained after undergoing the Celestial Transformation Ritual—Durandal sliced ​​through the bodies of those demi-humans as easily as cutting through fresh bean curd. Whether warriors, heroes, or kings among the demi-humans, they all appeared as insignificant as ants in her eyes at this moment.

Because she had already stepped into the realm of mythology, and with the enhancement of her Celestial bloodline, she had broken through the level of the abnormal, reaching the mortal limit of level forty-two. And when she leaped down from Aincrad and swung her sword down towards the very center of the Great Wall, large swathes of blood exploded before her eyes.

Light surged from behind her, forming the shape of wings. Her speed and power increased dramatically as a result, and a demi-human face that seemed somewhat familiar from the past came into her view.

"Face me, Paladin!"

It was a four-legged beast with the body of a saber-toothed tiger, wielding a giant axe, and possessing the title 'Demon Claw'—a title said to be passed down through generations among the four-legged beast race, whose members reach level 20 upon reaching adulthood. In the past, among the demi-human race, its strength was always considered to surpass that of the human hero, Paladin Commander Remedios.

It charged forward, brandishing its battle axe.

Remedios raised her holy sword, but when she looked at it, she found it difficult to focus her attention. The demon's movements, speed, and tactics had all been observed the instant she raised her sword. She had the feeling that she could easily slay the four-legged beast king before her with a single, ordinary swing of her sword.

so weak.

But she remained vigilant and tensed her muscles.

Her honed combat instincts surged the instant the giant axe struck. Durandal's blade slid forward and then cleaved down. The next moment, she effortlessly swept past it.

It's like an afternoon stroll, or encountering a particularly unique target on the training field. Perhaps she needs to maintain her composure and appearance, or perhaps she needs to focus her energy a little. But in any case, failure is not an option she'll choose to face.

She passed it, the shattered, pitch-black behemoth collapsing behind her. With a swift grasp, she held the enormous beast's head—the one that had only shown a flicker of disbelief in its dying eyes—in her hand, driven by the slight supernatural power bestowed upon her by her Celestial bloodline. Then, she tossed it upwards.

"Drink—!" The Paladin Commander's roar drew everyone's attention. The first wave of demi-humans to attack saw the headless beast king with a four-legged body.

Some of them cried out in panic. The next moment, a beam of light descended from the sky and captured another king among the demi-humans.

That was the king of the snake people, known as the 'Seven-Scaled King,' a powerful monarch in the Aberleon Hills, possessing both martial prowess and leadership. It was said that the seven-colored scales on its body had properties similar to dragon scales, easily resisting most physical damage while also withstanding a large amount of magic.

In the past, Kurilat's Light Binding spell might have only been able to bind it for a second or two. But now—

scream.

The dying roars of snakes transform into unpleasant sonic waves.

Those seven-colored snake scales might indeed provide some resistance, but the existence of resistance is contingent on the size difference between the two sides not being too great. And at this moment—

'Boom—' It was like a balloon suddenly bursting open.

Wielding a trident and a heavy shield, the renowned snake-man king, known for his resilience, exploded into a pool of blood. Yet another demi-human king fell dead in that instant. Meanwhile, with the aid of her flight magic, Kurirat gracefully landed beside her combat-savage sister.

The vanguard of the demi-human siege army immediately collapsed. In their long history, they had never witnessed their ranks lose two kings in a matter of seconds. And the collapse was not only in the center of the great wall where the Castordio sisters were located; in other locations, on all sides of the battle line, there was a fierce, yet one-sided, battle.

Because the soldiers landed.

Those who had received the Hero's Feast, whose average combat strength was now equivalent to that of refined steel, became the mainstay atop the great wall, defeating countless demi-humans. Meanwhile, the powerful participants displayed a strength on the defensive line that, compared to the Regent, was insignificant, yet enough to sway the current battlefield.

The demi-humans futilely charged the high walls, only to fall rapidly before this defensive force, considered the pinnacle of human strength. The section of the wall where 'humanity's strongest' stood was whipped into swirling vortexes of crimson blood by spinning giant axes; severed limbs flew and splattered amidst screams. Meanwhile, the old mage Fluder summoned a fiery tornado several meters high, relentlessly sweeping and engulfing the outer perimeter of the walls.

The demi-humans were unable to breach this wall.

They absolutely cannot do that.

Even though the defending forces were relatively few in number, they possessed unwavering strength. While the Castordio sisters and the contestants were at the forefront resisting the onslaught, Calga, still atop Aincrad, would cast a pure white, healing light upon every scorching battlefield.

The front line has been held.

When the most elite demi-humans, along with their leaders such as the powerful demi-human heroes like the 'Spiral Spear,' the 'Beast Emperor,' and the 'Grey King,' were swiftly harvested like weeds, this rabble driven by the Corrupt Poison Royal Court collapsed and fell in an instant.

They were defeated.

They cried out in despair, "Our army has been defeated!" "Run for your lives!" "The king is dead! We have no hope!" as they fled to the distant beyond the high walls.

then……

They all dissolved beneath the ghastly green fog that had risen at some unknown time on the other side of the battlefield.

They were just cannon fodder, mere scraps. Their purpose was to serve as probes, to test the strength of the human forces' defenses and the number of their troops.

They did a great job.

Bearing the banners of the Corrupt Royal Court, the fully armed and disciplined regular army of the Royal Court marched in unison from the thick fog beyond the battlefield. These were tens of thousands of venomous lizardmen and corrupting tree spirits; even the weakest among them were around level 25 or higher, much like elite beastmen or nobles of the demonic beings. However, unlike those demi-human races who at most held the rank of hero, within the Corrupt Royal Court, even a company commander possessed hero-level strength.

Because this is the kingdom of dragons.

The blood of dragons has already seeped into their bodies.

Amidst the resounding battle cries, the colossal earth-dwelling wyverns and swamp hydras emerged from the depths of the dense fog. The tremors of the earth spread from there all the way to the foot of the Great Wall.

Without hesitation or delay, they charged forward the instant they emerged from the poisonous fog. The lizardman cavalry riding earth-dwelling wyverns led the charge, while the swamp hydras behind them raised their heads high, unleashing a torrential downpour of venomous water bullets.

This is the real test. The high walls may crumble under this test.

But before that—

'Hooray!!!!'

The shattered dragon body plummeted from the sky!
(End of this chapter)