Chapter 752 - Rumbling Gunfire
This situation isn’t looking good.
Cullen felt breathless. He laid behind the hill miserably with a complete lack of grace. Large holes were blasted in his left chest and half of his skull. Ordinary Undead Creatures would have died to the attacks, but fortunately for him, as a Lich who was an expert in alchemy, he had many more ways to protect himself. But even so, he sensed his strength fading away quickly. Logically speaking, he should return to his campsite and heal himself immediately. However, he didn’t have the time for that. He gritted his shattered teeth and felt more anxiety and frustration than ever before.
Cullen was sure that the enemy didn’t just received the help of the Dawn Angels a few days ago and it was apparent from their plan to instantly eliminate his 300 Necromancers in a single wave of attacks. The Dawn Angels were the natural enemies of Mages. During the Creation War, countless Liches who were much stronger than Cullen harbored grudges against the Dawn Angels’ sacred arrows and Cullen counted himself as fortunate to survive. At this moment, he gazed ahead with his magic eye tool and realized that he made a huge mistake. It was obvious that it was premeditated and the enemy had sniped his Necromancers. If not, the Dawn Angels would have wiped out his air troops easily beforehand. Instead, the enemy mobilized the Dawn Angels to only launch their attacks after the Necromancers revealed themselves. This left Cullen baffled and another thought came to his mind.
Since the enemy has the Dawn Angels for support, does it mean that he still has other trump cards?
Cullen glanced at the battlefront. Just a few more steps and the Undead Army would arrive at the base of the city walls. Although he lost quite a number of troops to the holy spears, the Undead Army led by the Skeletal Trolls pushed forward determinedly. As long as they reached the city walls…
But why do I feel so uncertain?
Rhode gazed ahead.
Beneath his feet, the city walls rumbled and shook as the gigantic steel plates embedded on the city walls revealed their menacing, iron magic cannons.
The magic cannons fired off without any warnings.
More than a hundred blazes streaked across the night sky and one would surely be blinded at the sight of the dazzling brilliance. The surging magical powers erupted out of the barrels and the scorching heat devoured and evaporated all obstacles in their paths. The Skeletal Trolls came to a halt and lifted their arms instinctively to defend against the artillery barrage. However, as more magical beams struck their bodies, their bodies shattered completely and the close distance left them without a chance to escape.
Almost… but it wasn’t for sure. If he held a powerful force to completely overwhelm the enemy, he might still stand a chance to defeat them and conquer the fortress!
Cullen turned around and gazed at the back. The spiritual flames in his eyes burned intensely as though he was making a tough decision. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled a Necromancer toward him.
“Report to Her Highness Erin that the situation is critical and we need reinforcements!”