After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

“Woooa ...

With a fierce roar, he raised the battle axe in his hand high and chopped towards the city gate with all his strength.

Boom!!!!!

Metal collided, sparks flew, and a loud sound like a bell echoed across the battlefield. The entire city wall and the ground were shaking.

Once, twice, three times.

Forged by the technology of the Supreme God Realm, the city gate, which had remained almost unscathed in the previous attack, slowly caved in and deformed under the repeated and violent blows of the thirteen heads.

The defenders on the city wall did not stand there in a daze.

The spell adjusted its trajectory, continuing to hit and spread around it.

Various other weapons, such as stones, bows and arrows, and even boiling hot oil, were also continuously poured down from the city walls like a rainstorm.

But it still doesn't have any effect.

Instead, it made the already extremely excited chief even more crazy.

click-

The force was so great that after another violent swing, the battle axe in the chief's hand suddenly broke directly on the city gate.

“Uooaaaaaaaaaa——”

The great chief, who had already entered a completely furious state, didn't care about these things anymore.

Throwing away the broken handle, he raised his fist and pounded the city gate frantically.

boom!!!!!

Finally, with a loud bang, the city gate could no longer withstand such a heavy blow and fell to the ground in a pile of metal garbage.

A gap was instantly opened in Tafia's defense line.

“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Tal Sarago roared, grabbed the tattered metal that had once been the city gate, and with unimaginable strength, he lifted it above his head in a show of force.

Then, it was thrown directly into the moat.

The human battering ram, even if it was a creation of the technology of the Supreme God Realm, seemed so powerless in front of the destructive power of the Thirteen Heads.

The heroic and powerful behavior of their boss made the orc army, which was still blocked in the rear, more excited than ever before.

Following suit, they also began to withstand the firepower of the city guards, leading the war beasts to rush towards the gap dug by their boss without fear of death.

The orc shamans who were providing cover in the rear, their attacks became more and more fierce as their emotions grew more intense.

As explosions erupted on the city walls again and again, the magicians and archers guarding there were slowly suppressed, and several powerful magic turrets were destroyed.

Nothing could stop their charge anymore.

"Charge!!! Capture the brave Aize alive and kill all other humans!!"

After taking the new axe handed by his subordinates, the chief raised his weapon and led his subordinates into the city through the wide-open gate regardless of anything.

However, unexpectedly, the inside of the city gate was not the neat streets of Tafia, but a series of horrifying ruins and rubble, forming an obstacle as continuous as a mountain range.

It was like a new city wall, blocking their way again.

Before Tal Sarago could react, countless spells flew out from behind the ruins and hit him from literally all directions.

The orcs, whose way was blocked by the ruins and could not move, were like turtles in a jar with no way to escape and a clear target. In an instant, they were blown to pieces.

Amidst the flames, a figure gradually emerged from the ruins ahead.

Flowing black hair, silver armor, and a holy sword that gleamed brightly in the sunset, plus an extremely strong murderous aura that was enough to frighten even large monsters so much that they dared not move forward.

Without a doubt, it was the legendary strongest hero, Uriel Rainford himself.

Looking at the situation, it seems like they have been waiting here for a long time.

Only then did the chief realize that he had been fooled.

That damned hero Aize had long guessed that the seemingly lively attack from the front was a feint, and he even determined the direction of his main attack and made preparations in advance.

No matter the ruins blocking his way, the magicians lying in ambush on all sides, or Uriel waiting for him, he had only one goal: to kill him.

however--

"I'm just a brave warrior, don't look down on me!!!"

You want to kill yourself with just this little thing?

What an insult.

The chief, feeling looked down upon, flew into a rage. He completely ignored the spells raining down on him, raised his axe, and charged straight at Uriel.

This was the moment Uriel had been waiting for.

Without dodging or escaping, he raised the holy sword, and the abundant energy transformed into visible light and dissipated, appearing unusually bright under the gradually darkening sky.

Then, the two men's weapons collided.

"Well--"

A blow beyond imagination.

Although it failed to injure Uriel directly, the excessive kinetic energy was applied directly to the ground through her body, even causing the tiles under her feet to shatter instantly and sink.

The black-haired hero almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, it stabilized.

But this also made Uriel realize that in terms of pure physical strength, this guy was fundamentally different from the vampire True Ancestor who she had fought before and was also one of the thirteen leaders.

If you fight hard, you will die.

"You are also a hero, die!!!"

A roar sounded, and the giant axe fell, smashing into the ground in an instant. The subsequent vibration was like a small earthquake.

Uriel dodged, quickly distanced herself, and flexed her numb wrist.

Before she could formulate a strategy, the great chief, like a mad bull, had already chased after her, swinging his great axe haphazardly but fiercely, giving Uriel no chance to gain a foothold.

But Uriel was not afraid.

The rich combat experience she had accumulated before becoming a hero allowed her to fight the enemy who was much larger than herself like a bull.

Draw the opponent's attack, dodge, swing the sword, and then quickly create distance.

He didn't give the other party any chance to pull him into close combat.

The holy sword, filled with energy, struck the armor bestowed by the Demon King again and again, accumulating damage with great difficulty.

It also made the orc chieftain even more violent:

"Hahahahahahahahaha—is this all the strength the strongest hero has? It doesn't hurt at all, I want to…"

Suddenly, it realized something.

Turning around, he realized that he was already some distance away from the city gate, and was getting farther and farther away from his subordinates who were trapped by the bombing and other subsequent traps.

Uriel wasn't retreating, but deliberately luring him in. If he went any further, there would definitely be something else waiting for him.

In the Battle of Gerlos a year ago, he was defeated by such a strategy.

“Tsk, damn it!!!”

Without caring about his face and determined not to repeat the same mistake, the chief stopped chasing and turned to rush towards the city gate.

"Guys, retreat first!!!"

“No, stop!!!”

Seeing that the fish on the hook was trying to escape, Yuriel hurriedly tried to catch up with it.

But he was stopped by Aize who appeared from behind the ruins.

"Stop chasing me! That's it! If you keep chasing me, you'll end up being the one being lured!"

Chapter 148 The Air Force is Only Part of the Plan

Just as the Great Chief had guessed, Aize had indeed prepared a huge number of traps for it.

If it took two more steps forward, it would step into the formation set up by Villian in advance and would be immediately bombarded with dozens of spells from the Great Witch.

At the same time, the delay spells set up in the ruins will also be activated, and a large number of delay spells will completely destroy the invading orc troops.

The ambushed knights will take the opportunity to rush out, retake the city gate and block the subsequent reinforcements, and then completely separate Tar Sarago from its subordinates so that they can close the door and beat the dog.

As a result, when the fishing was halfway done, the man ran away and the line broke.

Uriel, feeling completely lost, stamped her feet in anger as she watched the orc army fleeing in a hurry.

He turned to Aize and bowed his head to apologize:

"I'm sorry, it was my mistake. I lured the enemy into revealing a flaw and let it escape!"

"Nothing, this is all part of the plan."

Aize just shrugged, his face full of ease:

"In my estimation, there's only about a 20% chance that guy will be fooled, so don't worry about it. That's what I considered from the beginning."

Basically the same tactics were used in the last Battle of Gerlos.

As a result, Leia, who was in charge of the most critical part, violated the plan and took action prematurely before it was completely divided, resulting in the chief successfully breaking through with only one breath left.

Even an orc would have learned something from encountering such a thing.

Therefore, Aize didn't expect it to be fooled.

On the first day of the battle, Tar Sarago, the great chief, did not appear on the battlefield, which was very rare among the orcs who were famous for their bellicosity and bloodthirstiness.

There was only one reason Aize could think of.

Coward.

The failure a year ago left it with not only hatred, but also a deep psychological shadow.

The psychological damage caused by the overturn when it had an absolute advantage is still affecting its behavior. It is cautious in everything it does, for fear of being fooled again.

That's why Aize made this plan.

Although the orc chieftain's defense is amazing, it is definitely not indestructible.

Let Uriel hold it back, and then have Villian launch a series of attacks with the Death Curse to create an effect similar to true damage. Even if it has ten lives, it won't be enough.

If you want to kill it, there's no need to go through so much trouble.

Aize's goal is even bigger.

Therefore, the purpose of this trap from the very beginning was just to scare Sarago.

"After this incident, that guy will only become more cautious in subsequent battles—or perhaps you could say, more cowardly. This way, the pressure on us defending the city will be much less, and we'll have a greater chance of holding out until reinforcements arrive."

As he said that, Aize smiled:

"Moreover, its actions this time also confirmed my suspicions. The plan formulated earlier can be implemented."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a messenger immediately emerged from the ruins beside him and came to the front to await his orders.

"Notify Chris and Constantine that the verification has been passed. We will begin the operation tonight as planned."

"Yes!"

The messenger responded curtly and left.

After giving the task, Aize turned to Uriel again and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work tonight. The enemy's attack has been repelled. Go and rest quickly. We will need you for the next operation."

"Ah."

Uriel sighed and sheathed the holy sword back into its scabbard with a look of reluctance.

"Then who am I?!"

A hint of strange aura instantly raised Uriel's nerves, which had just relaxed, to their highest point.