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Chapter 565 is underway.

On the ruins of a half-collapsed elven arrow tower, Larriel, an elf barely concealing himself with a broken moonstone pillar, stroked the longbow that had been with him for nearly a hundred years. His face was pale and tired, and the long ears that peeked out from the sides of his hood drooped down, looking listless.

This is not just physical fatigue, but a weariness and powerlessness that comes from the depths of the soul.

The moment the demon tore through the sky above Mooncrown and green evil flames appeared, his Ranger party was scattered.

Instead of retreating to the relatively safest Oak District defenses, he relied on his familiarity with every hidden alley and ancient building in the city, like a ghost, lurking in the shadows of the occupied territories.

During this period, he barely slept.

Bloodshot eyes had replaced their former starlight. His leather armor was covered in dust, dried blood, and grime picked up from traversing ruins. His once flowing cloak was torn in several places, looking tattered and worn.

A burst of gunfire came from not far away, startling Larriel, who was trying to close his eyes and rest for a while.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his fatigue instantly replaced by vigilance. The instincts he had developed from long-term operations behind enemy lines made him curl up like a startled cat, his sharp eyes peering out through the cracks in the stone pillars.

Then, Larriel saw a human army dressed in black military coats, like a spreading shadow of death, their expressions concealed by gas masks and helmets. They didn't look like living warriors, but rather like a group of cold-blooded killing puppets controlled by invisible threads, fighting the demon head-on and defeating it.

The elven rangers were deeply impressed by the ruthlessness and discipline of this human army. They lacked the high-pitched battle cries of elven warriors charging into battle, and the frenzied howls of demons. There was only an almost oppressive silence.

This performance gave him hope.

The powerful figures above would have reservations, but Laril, who faced the demonic threat and teetered on the brink of death, would not. For him, saving more elves was all that mattered, regardless of the means; success was all that mattered.

While Larriel was observing, they, having repelled the demons, were advancing steadily along the main road toward the city center, the area where fel energy was most concentrated.

However, Larriel's almost instinctive intuition about danger, cultivated through long-term operations behind enemy lines, suddenly tightened his grip.

His gaze swept across the main street where fighting was taking place, landing on a relatively intact cluster of buildings to his side... It had once been the scholar district of Mooncrown City, filled with towering libraries and tranquil research courtyards.

At this moment, behind those exquisite yet dilapidated arched windows and balconies, countless dark shadows seemed to be writhing, and the air was filled with a more sinister and cunning evil energy fluctuation than that on the front lines of the battlefield.

"There is an ambush..."

Larriel could see that the human army's attention was completely drawn to the enemy in front of them. Although their formation was well-organized, their flanks were completely exposed to the threat of the building complex.

The demons had clearly learned their lesson; instead of charging head-on into the death column, they attempted to use the complex terrain to launch a flanking attack.

"They must be warned!"

The thought flashed through Larriel's mind. This human army was a vital force in the fight against the demons, and they couldn't be allowed to be ambushed and severely damaged like this.

Larriel swiftly drew a specially made signal arrow from his quiver, its arrowheads coated with magical fluorescent powder.

He straightened up abruptly, disregarding the risk of exposure, drew his bow to its full extent, and aimed at the sky above the human ranks... He had to make the signal appear where they could see it clearly.

"call out……"

The signal arrow left the bowstring with a sharp whistling sound, drawing a dazzling silver trajectory in the air before exploding into a striking halo.

However, it was still too late.

Almost at the same time the signal arrow exploded, like a venomous snake baring its fangs after a long plot, the seemingly quiet building area instantly erupted into chaos!

Suddenly, countless ferocious figures emerged from the windows, balconies, and even rooftops of the buildings on both sides!
No longer clumsy lesser demons, but more agile and cunning horned hounds, and some demonic servants capable of hurling fel fireballs. Their roars were no longer ferocious, but rather cruelly gleeful shrieks!
Like two black torrents, the demons' ambush troops surged out from the streets and buildings on both sides, crashing heavily into the relatively weak flanks of the Overlord Tiger battle group. Their attacks were swift and concentrated, with clear objectives... to disrupt the tight formation, create chaos, and then divide and annihilate them!

The human army had apparently also discovered the signal arrows and the sudden attack.

A sharp whistle rang out immediately, and the ranks attempted to turn, with soldiers on the flanks hastily raising their guns.

Their reaction was remarkably swift, and their discipline was on full display.

But the demon's surprise attack had the upper hand; they were too close.

"Bang! Bang!"

The hasty volley from the flanks took down some of the demons charging at the front, but it was far from creating the dense and effective firepower network that had been established before.

The horned hounds used their speed to break into the lines, brandishing their claws and bone blades as they clashed with the human soldiers.

The fel fireball slammed into the back of the formation, causing minor chaos and casualties.

"I have to go help!"

……

Being ambushed was to be expected, as was the case with the knife stabbing his buttocks.

Mooncrown City was unfamiliar territory to him, and with time running out, he couldn't conduct any reconnaissance operations and could only make a rough assessment based on the map.

He knew the risks of this reckless advance, but some costs were acceptable in the face of the strategic goal of quickly opening up the passage and striking at the heart of the devil.

Just like now.

Xiao Daozha stood at the front of the formation, his cold gas mask concealing all his expressions, only his eyes behind the lenses scanning the battlefield like those of a hawk.

The well-trained tiger riders demonstrated remarkable discipline.

Despite the surging demons from the flanks, causing momentary chaos and casualties, the entire formation did not collapse. The company facing the remaining demons held firm against the pressure, maintaining its firepower.

Meanwhile, the flank troops that were hit quickly adjusted under the command of the sergeants' hoarse shouts and sharp whistles.

"Second Company, Left Flanking, Bayonet Formation!"

"Third Company, right flank, free fire, hold them off!"

The players obeyed the orders reflexively. The players on the left flank quickly fixed their bayonets, forming small groups of three, holding off the charging Horned Hounds.

The soldiers on the right flank didn't have time for a perfect volley; they could only reload, aim, and fire as quickly as possible, using the densest possible barrage to block the demons from getting closer.

The Tiger Crouching Gunners also demonstrated their adaptability. Unable to directly bombard the demons already locked in combat with their own forces, they quickly adjusted their angle and unleashed a hail of bullets at the subsequent demons pouring out of the building windows and the demon minions attempting to throw fel fireballs, effectively suppressing the demons' long-range support.

Is this how the demon's attack ends?

Xiao Dao glanced around thoughtfully, sensing that he was being watched.

(End of this chapter)