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Chapter 571 Reinforcements
When news of the successful mission of the Over-the-Mountain Tiger Squadron reached back to the First Fleet, it caused quite a stir.

Especially when the sky cracked open, the players on the fleet could no longer contain themselves.

The various battle leaders, the best of the lone wolf players, greeted Lieutenant General Marlowe briefly before boarding their respective landing craft, small boats, and light warships, and marching toward the Elf Wharf.

The players are a free group, and Chris has never really restrained them, nor has Lieutenant General Marlowe.

Although in theory Lieutenant General Marlowe had the authority to command the King's Guard, he did not dare to actually use it.

This was not only for political reasons, but also because Lieutenant General Marlowe, through his past wars and experiences, now clearly understood what kind of group the King's Guard was... They could only guide them indirectly, and never issue orders directly and forcefully.

Therefore, despite the fact that the King's Guard's operation would disrupt the First Fleet's current plans, Vice Admiral Marlowe still granted permission for everyone to launch.

What do the elves think?
Ah, does the idea of ​​having long ears matter?

And so, a large number of players took advantage of the darkness to board the docks and plunge into the hellish battlefield of Mooncrown City, making the situation even more chaotic.

This ignited the night in Mooncrown City with fel flames, arcane flashes, and continuous gunfire.

The cracks in the sky were like festering wounds, constantly oozing filthy "blood"... The burning meteors continued to fall, injecting new soldiers into the city's demons.

However, incongruous with this hellish scroll was the influx of another, wilder, and more unpredictable force.

These new players don't have the relatively unified command and clear task priorities that the Overlord Tigers have.

Like wild horses, they plunged headlong into the burning elven city.

"Over there, I see it! It's huge with wings! Brothers, focus fire on it!"

A group of players who had just crossed the dock ignored the shouts of the elven guards in front of them who were trying to guide them to reinforce the defenses, and charged straight at a berserker that had just landed on the square.

The volley of flintlock gun fire, the explosions of grenades, and the shouts of the players mingled together, instantly tearing the demon and its unfortunate minions to shreds, and also completely leveling the already dilapidated elven sculptures in the square.

"Don't steal my monster! That low-health boss is mine!"

Players from two different factions nearly came to blows over the "right to kill" a demon severely wounded by elven magic. In the end, the demon struggled to crawl to the nearby beach and committed suicide by jumping into the sea, thus ending the farce.

"Sappers, where are the sappers?! We need explosives here. Blow up that house blocking the road ahead, and we'll flank them from behind!"

A group of players, finding the street battles too slow, resorted to brute force, using explosives to carve out a "shortcut" through the elves' meticulously planned residential area. The dust and rubble kicked up caused nearby elven mages casting spells to cough repeatedly.

Chaos, utter chaos.

The players fought bravely and with powerful firepower, showing no mercy to the demons.

They often use brutal methods that elves can hardly imagine to quickly eliminate troublesome demon squads.

However, their methods of combat were chaotic, reckless, and disregarded the city's structure and the elves' feelings.

They were like a herd of bulls that stormed into a china shop. While they were indeed trampling rats, the china in the shop inevitably suffered as well.

The elves' initial anticipation of reinforcements quickly turned into shock, bewilderment, and even some anger.

An elven mage watched as a player gleefully picked up a "demon crystal" shimmering with fel energy from the ruins of a bombed-out house, and then watched as another player, in pursuit of a fleeing succubus, unhesitatingly stepped across a garden emitting a faint moonlight—clearly some kind of ritualistic magic circle. His expression turned extremely grim.

"Are they...are they helping, or are they making things worse?"

An elven archer couldn't help but ask, his quiver almost empty, yet he saw such a motley crew of humans, it was a headache to look at.

However, it is undeniable that in this chaos, the demons' advance was indeed greatly slowed down, and in some areas they were even driven back.

The players were fearless, had plenty of ammunition, and always managed to launch attacks from unexpected angles. This unconventional fighting style left the demons, who were used to facing the orderly defenses of the elves, feeling completely lost.

The night in Mooncrown City transformed into a massive, bloody, and chaotic furnace. The sky became a conduit for demonic reinforcements, while the ground became a hunting ground for player revelry.

The elves are struggling to adapt to this sudden "ally," fighting off the demons while trying to clean up the mess left by these rampaging humans, guiding them, and even pleading with them not to destroy the key temples and magic nodes.

The pattern of warfare has been completely overturned, and the line between order and chaos has become blurred.

The only clear sounds were the gunshots, explosions, demonic roars, and excited shouts of the players that echoed throughout the night.

……

The night passed uneventfully, and the Overlord Legion, staying outside the Elf Palace, had a very smooth night. Although the demons kept trying to launch small-scale harassing attacks against them, thanks to the actions of other players, they were unable to spare any attention for the Overlord Legion.

Therefore, the Overlord Tiger Legion encountered few attacks; only a few scattered demons occasionally came to their deaths. Thus, the Overlord Tiger Legion's rest and reorganization was very successful.
Just as dawn broke the next day, and the Overlord Tigers finished their rest and prepared for the upcoming fierce battle, a series of footsteps and wheel-wheel sounds, different from the howls of demons and more orderly and heavy, came from the direction of the street leading to the dock, quickly growing closer.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

A large group of soldiers was seen marching into the square quickly and in an orderly fashion. There were at least a thousand of them, and their uniform dark green military uniforms stood out against the ravaged Mooncrown City, like a breath of fresh life injected into the scorched earth.

However, unlike the relatively uniform equipment of the Tiger Legion players here, this newcomer's armor is quite varied.

Some of the players at the front wore polished plate armor breastplates that reflected a cold, hard luster in the torchlight and the dim light of spells.

Those following closely behind were clad in scale armor, the plates making a soft rustling sound with each step. Some wore heavy lamellar armor, their movements exuding a steady and powerful aura.

This lack of uniformity in protective gear exudes a fierce aura of "we can fight, but that doesn't stop us from being a mob."

Most of these players carried the same type of flintlock pistol on their shoulders, while a few held various melee weapons. They walked on the battlefield surrounded by demons, but showed no signs of tension. Instead, they chatted and laughed with their companions.

Among this group of soldiers in green uniforms were also some figures wearing robes of different colors.

Some were priests dressed in robes adorned with patterns of wheat ears and fruits, holding wooden staffs, their expressions solemn yet gentle, radiating a reassuring aura of life... They were priests of the Church of the Goddess of Agriculture.

Other priests wore dark brown robes that seemed to blend into the earth, with patterns of mountains and rivers embroidered on the hems; they were clearly servants of the Earth Mother.

The arrival of this new force immediately changed the atmosphere in the square.

Although the veterans of the Overlord Tigers brigade remained vigilant, they were noticeably more relaxed. This was because these men were also players in the Overlord Tigers brigade, but they came from other companies and were not as disciplined.

Someone whistled and shouted at the newcomers, "Hey, you guys finally arrived! Did you bring enough ammo?"

The new players curiously surveyed the horrific battle scars around them and the menacing cracks in the sky in the distance, their faces a mixture of tension and excitement.

The player company commander strode up to Xiao Daozai's butt and burst into laughter!

"Aha, boss, we're here."

The player, who was also the company commander, grinned and patted the shoulder where the knife had stabbed his buttocks. Then he looked around curiously at the veteran tiger soldiers who were on high alert and the elves who were watching silently in the distance.

"Wow, this is quite a scene. Are we late?"

"just."

The man stabbed himself in the buttocks with a succinct gesture, his gaze sweeping over the newcomers, lingering particularly on the priests.

"Do all the people you brought understand the mission?"

"Understood. Protect that big tree, and beat any demons you see to death!"

The company commander patted his chest, then lowered his voice.

“I also brought special equipment… and those guys behind me, the brothers from the Temple of the Earth Mother Goddess, and the sisters from the Temple of the Goddess of Agriculture.”

As he spoke, the earth goddess priests, dressed in dark brown robes, stepped forward.

They were men, generally stocky in build, with rugged faces bearing the marks of years spent traversing the mountains and fields. The leading old priest nodded slightly to Xiao Daozai's buttocks, his voice deep and resonant.

"May the earth bear your courage; where do we need to build our fortifications?"

Before the knife could be used as a stab to the buttocks instruction, another group of agricultural goddess priestesses dressed in green robes gracefully stepped forward. They were mostly women, with gentle and focused expressions.

"It was said softly by the leading priestess."

"Sisters, you can sense the presence of pain and impurity. We will do our best to heal the wounded and guide you in the direction where evil lurks."

Xiao Daozai nodded. This kind of "NPC" support was an optional buff in his quest list; it was better to have it than not.

He quickly pointed to an area in front of the palace that had been infiltrated by demons and cleared with explosives the night before; it was now a relatively open area.

“We need to establish a defensive line there. We need solid firing positions, because the demons could come from any direction, especially from those shadowy corners.”

"Leave it to us."

The old priest of the Earth Mother Goddess said nothing. He and several other priests simultaneously slammed their short staffs on the ground and began to chant ancient and profound prayers in a low voice.

As they chanted, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the soil and gravel in front of them tumbled and coalesced as if they had come to life, quickly rising into a nearly two-meter-high, rough but sufficiently thick, arched earthen wall, providing perfect cover for the musketeers.

"Holy crap, are they setting up cover on the spot?"

Some of the new players exclaimed that this was much faster than them struggling to move sandbags.

"Back in the Kingdom of Bagnia, why didn't we see them possess this ability?"

Almost simultaneously, the priests of the goddess of agriculture also sprang into action.

They dispersed among the veterans of the Overlord Tigers, and gentle life energy flowed from their hands, caressing the royal guards who still bore the weariness and minor injuries of the previous night.

The injured player's wounds healed at a visible speed, and the fatigue was also greatly reduced.

At the same time, a priestess closed her eyes, pressed her hands lightly to the ground, and after a moment, she suddenly pointed to a seemingly peaceful area of ​​houses shrouded in morning mist about two hundred meters to the right of the palace, her tone urgent.

“There… a thick stench of decay and malice gathers there!”

"Did you hear that?"

If someone stabs you in the buttocks with a knife, immediately raise your chainsaw sword in that direction.

"Second platoon, fire reconnaissance! The rest of you, take cover and prepare to engage the enemy!"

The new players reacted quickly, immediately setting up flintlock rifles against the newly built earthen wall, just like they had done in their usual training.

The veterans of the Tiger Mountain Tigers were more experienced, and the Tiger Crouching Cannon quickly opened fire in the area indicated by the Priestess, firing a large number of shrapnel shells.

The shotgun shells struck the shadows, eliciting sharp, painful howls as several unlucky lesser demons were hit.

Hearing the commotion, more muskets were pointed in that direction.

"Fire!"

Following the command, a dense storm of lead bullets quickly covered the area, causing the demons hiding in houses and fog to scream and turn tail and run.

Aither, standing under the pillars not far away, took in all of this.

He watched the human priests' divine spells, which were completely different from the elven magic but equally effective, and saw the human soldiers display even greater efficiency after receiving support. The complex expression in his eyes deepened.

"perhaps……"

This was the first time such a thought had crossed Ethel's mind.

"Faced with such a disaster, we do need to put aside some of our prejudices. However, fighting alongside them is a real test of our nerves."

The first rays of dawn barely pierced the filthy cracks in the sky, illuminating a new day for Mooncrown City.

Behind the earthen wall, the gunfire became more frequent and rhythmic once more. With the support of fresh troops and divine magic, the defensive line outside the palace seemed even more impregnable.

(End of this chapter)