Thanks to geographical factors, the fort and the mountains on both sides of the defense line just squeezed the battlefield narrow in front and wide in the back. In addition, the open line was long enough, and the heavy infantry holding on to the city wall formed a local numerical advantage over the monsters.

Although there are countless monsters along the mountain road, on the frontal battlefield, they often have to face more than three human warriors at the same time: two use shields to cover their teammates, and one person sees the opportunity to step forward and stab, and switches offense and defense every once in a while, generally maintaining physical strength from rapid loss.

This is the most efficient battle formation, but even so, it still can't stop the monster's attack.

The attack and defense switched extremely quickly between the three of them, blood splashed out from time to time, and the burst of light was also suppressed by the suffocating nightmare aura in an instant.

Over time, the battlefield outside Memphis became a veritable meat grinder. While the human front was crumbling, the recovered priests teamed up to unleash a Templar light wing, forcing the demon tide back for several kilometers.

"If only those strange towers had been discovered earlier, there is no energy left to organize troops to destroy the towers now......"

With the red that has not yet dissipated as the background, the sun that is gradually sliding westward drags a long shadow on the ground, and Hafre's expression cannot be suppressed:

"No matter how many are killed, there is no decrease, and this number is not scientific at all...... How much longer can we hold out?"

The battlefield was littered with horrific corpses, and the defenders managed to hold back the onslaught of the black tide, but at the cost of more than 10,000 people - nearly 500 of them were killed, the greatest loss in recent years.

One by one, one by one

At this moment, the city of Memphis is like a wounded beast surrounded by wolves, and lightning falling from the clouds outlines its edge.

"Endless quantities...... Today, I'm afraid I'm going to die for my country. ”

The commander-in-chief overlooked a hellish battlefield, and in all directions of it, armies of monsters poured in from the depths of the oasis like a tidal wave.

The soldiers whose physical strength was exhausted to the limit could only use their swords to support their bodies, standing in the mountains of corpses and waiting for death, and the sunset sinking in the sky was like the afterglow in their eyes.

The end of the melee did not bring even a moment of tranquility, and the monster once again set off a new round of offensive. Despite the warriors' mustered strength to resist desperately, there is a limit to human physical strength, and the closer you get to the tipping point, the slower and sluggish your movements become.

Every part of the six-kilometer-long front has become a Shura field intertwined with death and blood, and the seemingly crumbling front of the heavy infantry has never collapsed, constantly falling, but also constantly being replenished by others. The monster's furious impact never opened any fatal breaches.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!"

At this moment, the commander-in-chief, Khafre, who knew that his lips were cold, also rushed out of the city gate with a roar, and joined the infantry line with the few remaining personal soldiers.

"Launch! Launch!"

The defenders at the top of the fort carried trebuchets onto the fort and continuously projected flaming oil packets in an attempt to stop the Kuroshio Current. However, like a stone thrown into a lake, there are only shallow ripples, and the killing effect is very limited.

As the physical strength of the priests decreased, the air defense line began to gradually crumble, and the winged monsters hit the wall wave after wave like a flood that burst the embankment. From a distance, the proud fortified fortress of Memphis is covered in monsters, like a tomb covered with mold, disgusting and terrifying.

After a long period of attrition, there was a noticeable increase in the number of high-level dreadbeasts that poured into the front lines, either spraying orbs of light, their own kind, or throwing rolling stones, killing enemies with a dense ranged attack. Guided by a force far beyond humans, the projectile can easily crush any type of defense, whether it's a thick tower shield or armor made of steel.

In this process, the capable people of the demon hunting group did not sit still, they relied on tacit cooperation and cooperation, and the high-level dreadbeasts suppressed each other's positions, and the elemental attacks poured large swaths on each other's positions.

The ranged ability of the Demon Hunter Regiment relied on the terrain advantage and wide field of vision to fight back, but as time passed, the battle between the two sides gradually widened the gap:

The mental power of the capable will gradually weaken with consumption, but the capital of the high-level dreadbeast is obviously stronger. And their defenses are solid enough that unless they get a direct headshot, they won't be able to inflict lethal damage on the filthy body, even if they hit it right in the chest. The opposite is that any one of their ranged attacks is enough to bring down a human capable person forever.

From time to time, defenders would fall from the towering walls of the fortress, and the low-flying eye-shaped monsters would tear him to shreds before the screams that echoed through the mountains died down.

One by one, one by one

The human soldiers used their blood and will to stop the tide of death from spreading in all directions, but once they stopped regaining their physical strength, the tireless tide of magic would sweep again. When the last rays of sunlight melted the blurred horizon in the distance, the defenders had to bring in a group of newly armed militiamen to replace the soldiers who were almost numb from fighting on the front.

If the day is still of any benefit to humans, the night is the world of monsters—death can't stop the Dreadbeasts, let alone the darkness.

The fighting intensified during the night, and the decline of humanity became more apparent.

A large number of torches cast a bleak shadow on the walls, and the monsters' positions were pitch black - the Dreadbeasts possessed excellent night vision, relying on their keen sense of smell and hearing to continue the fight even when blinded.

Under the cover of the night, the monster attacks became more ferocious and ferocious, and these tireless evils carried their hoarse roars to all parts of the city walls, and as their physical strength decreased, the human defenders' defenses became more frequent. Under the walls of the fortress, the phalanx heavy infantry had been consumed, and it was all up to the militia that was constantly organized and replenished to stabilize the front.

"Get out of here!"

Commander Khafre swung his sword with all his might, cutting off the head of a monster, and then fell to his knees and looked up at the battlefield under the protection of his own soldiers.

In the enlarged narrow field of vision, the sky and the earth became arc-shaped, and the entire battlefield was a blood-colored earth that gradually sank into darkness. Broken weapons, armor, blood-stained flags, and the corpses of the guards are stacked on top of each other, creating a grim apocalyptic scene.

A thick cloud of calamity had approached the fortress, less than a hundred meters from the top of the city, and the lightning was like a thorn winding down the thorns, occasionally lighting up the world. The hellish battlefield is presented in the eyes of the human defenders in a miserable white color.

From an oasis completely overwhelmed by monsters in the distance, to a crumbling defensive front, dreadbeasts are constantly rushing forward. Against the gloomy background, the human warriors are just the corners of this hellish scene, and the boundless tide of demons is the main tone.

Under the fortress barriers, the bloodstained, almost distorted angry faces can be said to be the truest portrayal of this battle, or the despair at the last moment.

After slaying the High Dreadbeast, the battered Taisha was unable to fight head-on, so she stood behind a female wall and observed the situation on the battlefield through the gap in her stomping.

Long black lines spread out like a tide to occupy the entire horizon, and countless blood-colored pupils flickered in the darkness. The flaming oil packet flew across the battlefield with a long tail flame, illuminating the ugly creatures on the battlefield and her eyes at the same time.

The witcher clenched the dagger in his hand and struggled to get up, but the wounds in his body were triggered, and his originally cold and capable face instantly turned pale.

“......”

With all her might, she reached out and pressed her hand against the blood-stained wall, supporting her body to get back to her feet.

At this time, the walls of the fortress were already full of cracks, and red blood was splashed everywhere, and the cold bodies of the warriors gradually fell to the side of the pool of blood. No one has ever experienced such a terrible war, an endless enemy, a never-ending offensive, a fierceness that leaves no room for respite...... All of this makes up a hellish and brutal battle in front of you.

The militiamen, who had been temporarily replenished, roared and pounced on the monsters, their swordsmanship was undisciplined, and they could only rely on injuries for injuries to slash down the monsters that climbed up the fortress.

Even so, these people, who usually have only basic training and spend most of their time doing farm work, continue to do so – not only with the courage to protect their homeland, but also with the anger of questioning their fate.

What exactly are we doing wrong!?

What exactly did humans do wrong!?

Not even a little respite, to endure this kind of suffering one after another!

One-one-one-one-one-one

"God, what are we doing wrong? Why are you pushing this suffering country into a corner......

Tessa clenched her fists with a squeak, her metal armor was deformed, and she, who had never believed in gods, had no choice but to start praying in a low voice at this moment: "If you really exist, please lower your anger and save this innocent city!"

Rumble——!

In an instant, a roar came from the deepest depths.

In the sky, the gloomy sky, the heavy clouds of disaster suddenly burst out with golden thunder.

The light swept like a tidal wave, rushing into the dark night sky, and the clouds of disaster swept away. The cold chill of the monsters was gone, as a huge sun wheel slowly rose.

In an instant, there was no darkness in the heavens and on the earth, and endless light erupted like a tidal wave.

After a few moments, the image of the golden sun wheel became more and more dazzling, burning violently like a flame. Like ink dripping onto a tissue, it quickly spreads around and then spreads across the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the golden dome reflected in the countless pupils looking up at the sky had turned into a sea of burning flames. And in the middle of the golden sun wheel, in the rumbling sound, a gap opened that constantly radiated white light.