Chapter 138: Urgent Situation
The other soldiers had also vaguely guessed the truth.
Now, they uood that their enemies were not some unknown dangers but quite possibly humans.
Before the monstrous test subjects could charge up the wall, Matthew raised his hand and unleashed a fireball spell.
The swirling fireball crashed down, exploding in the midst of the test subjects.
The terrifying bst instantly shredded these grotesque creatures, and their charred remains were scattered across the ground.
"Ding, you killed Test Subject x7, Mana Absorption activated, gaining 12 mana points."
Matthew frowned slightly; the four activations of Mana Absorption gave him simir feedback to that of the berserk fishmen.
This firmed Matthew’s earlier theory!
More and more test subjects surged out of the s’s shadows, snarling and howling as they recklessly smmed into the ironwood walls.
The heavy thudding sounds added pressure to the soldiers.
They gripped their spears tightly, without hesitation, thrusting downward.
From the very start, the battle entered a fierce, heated phase.
Bs twanged tinuously.
The crossbow bolts’ devastating power was fully dispyed in this moment.
Even with the test subjects' 15-point increase ih, their flesh and blood couldn’t withstand the brutal arrowheads.
The speeding bolts pierced through the test subjects emerging from the mist and buried themselves deep into the ground.
More than a dozen of the test subjects charging from the road were taken down in an instant.
This success was due to Adam Smith’s analysis of their defense.
Instead of having the cart pushers, who hadn’t fully mastered archery, stubbornly shoot a few rounds before exhausting themselves,
He split the existing crossbowmen into teams and had the cart pushers hahe heavy work, leaving the inal crossbowmen to focus on aiming and firing.
While this reduced the rate of fire, it allowed them to double the number of active crossbows.
Adam Smith had also gained more insight into the use of s.
The berserk fishmen primarily targeted living humans and flesh; they had little i in the s.
He trated the golems at the front to block the test subjects’ charge.
These fged test subjects had rger bodies and stronger climbing abilities than the berserk fishmen.
After four or five minutes of trated attacks, they began climbing the walls.
Though they were quickly smashed by the heavy blows of the s, this made Adam Smith even more anxious.
These horrifyi subjects were far more dangerous than the berserk fishmen!
More test subjects emerged from the mist, and after a barrage of crossbow bolts, their numbers were reduced by about one-quarter.
The remaining orampled over their fallen rades, swiftly leaping onto the walls and sshing deep gashes into the shields with their cw-like knives.
Sparks flew, and the terrifying strength of their attacks made the defending soldiers’ hearts race.
Fortunately, their defense was tight, with spears thrusting through the gaps between the shields.
The shield-bearing soldiers didn’t give the test subjects any room to nd, stabbing them with sharp spears the moment they jumped.
"Roar…!"
The impaled test subjects thrashed wildly before tumbling down.
The pressure on the defense tio mount, and the battle grew increasingly intense.
Boom!
Another fireball exploded, shattering the first wave of the test subjects’ assault.
The soldiers seized the moment to ge positions and re-equip themselves.
Matthew no longer waited for the test subjects to reach the walls before casting his fireball spells.
He began attag the wave of test subjects as they advanced.
His goal was to reduce the test subjects' numbers and strength as much as possible.
Maximizing the fireball spell’s destructive power ahality!
This was Matthew’s strategy, a direct respoo the enemy’s war of attrition.
"Care to guess how many more times I cast this?"
The booming explosioedly lit up the battlefield before the hill.
The fireball spell, a battlefield powerhouse, once again dispyed its formidable deterrence.
Uain of how many more fireballs Matthew could unleash, the enemy hesitated to unch a full-scale assault.
The soldiers had shown remarkable adaptability.
With the advantageous terrain, superior equipment, desperate determination, generous rewards, and the aid of potions,
They also had the Ce Scrolls cast by Adam Smith to boost their morale.
They mao hold off the weakeest subjects' relentless attacks.
Boom!
Another fireball exploded!
The spreading fmes rained down, scattering embers and illuminating the dark misty s with bright light.
Matthew lowered his staff with a slight sense ret; the mist still obscured the enemy’s full numbers.
Silently, he turned a, speaking calmly to a tense Adam Smith:
"Do it!"
……
A cold breeze blew, carrying the acrid stench of charred flesh and the rotten odor of the s, but none of it fazed Bloodhand Kahn.
He gazed at the remaining half of the test subjects, his face hidden uhe mask devoid of emotion.
The flickering red light, even from two or three hundred meters aeed the thick mist and revealed faint images.
"The eleventh fireball spell!"
Bloodhand Kahn no longer bothered to wonder why this Arist had such extraordinary enduran battle.
He had only ohought left:
"If the enemy elimiwo-thirds of the test subjects, retreat without hesitation."
He suddenly looked up after silently ting to 200, notig the absence of any more fireball explosions.
"Finally out of firepower?"
"Or are they setting a trap?"
These thoughts briefly crossed Bloodhand Kahn’s mind.
Then, he saw a bright light rise from the distant mist.
The enemy was using alchemical oil again!
This time, Bloodhand Kahn didn’t hesitate. He drank a bottle of green potion, his voice shifting into a beastly growl as he roared:
"Attack with all yht!"
His voice grew more and more savage as he spoke, sounding increasingly like an enraged beast!
The st traces of his rational mind burned away in a fury, leaving behind only a fading echo:
"200 barrels of alchemical oil ed, 80 fireball scrolls used, the soldiers’ potion supply at its limit!"
"You… are all doomed!!"
"Roar…!"
Bloodhand Kahn’s body, along with his mount, began to distort and mutate.
His body instantly swelled, blood p out like a fountain…
Back at the temporary camp, Matthew faintly sensed something. He g the busy kobolds before turning to leave the tent.
The r fmes engulfed the entire camp perimeter, tinuously scorg the advang test subjects.
These mindless creatures charged into the fire like moths to a fme, only to perish oer another.
The soldiers, fatigued and under heavy pressure, immediately felt relieved.
Especially when they saw Matthew step out of the tent once again, every soldier couldn’t help but cheer.
Matthew, his face calm, looked at their excited faces but couldn’t help feeling a bit tense.
At first, he had only intehis as a lesson to draw the s of its hole.
Everyone here was bait!
Although they were aware of this, almost all of them chose this path and fought desperately to survive.
"That’s ill win!"
"Roar…!"
The deafening roar ripped through the thick mist, eg throughout the entire camp.
Matthew turo see the massive figure emerging from the fmes, his eyes widening in surprise:
"Bloodhand Kahn, Challenge Level 15+, High-tier Peak!"
FAL
