Chapter 1822: Chapter 599: Demon Clan Secret Weapon: Dancing Demon Beauty (Part 2)
In front of the first row of ghoul warriors facing the wolf cavalry, there were countless pockmarked trap pits dug by the dungeon archers. In terms of burrowing skills, the dungeon demons possessed a speed unmatched by any sappers, and these ground pits were nothing short of death traps for the high-speed charging cavalry.
These insidious pits weren’t just in the front-facing area; the left and right flanks of the Striker Corps were also densely covered with them. Valdeniel had long prepared several formations to counter the wolf cavalry’s attacks, perfectly capable of adapting to the opponent’s three-pronged assault.
As the long-range attackers of the Striker Corps, two thousand dungeon demons filled every gap in the three-line infantry battle formation, raising their large bodies and directing poisoned javelins already set in their ample backsides firmly toward the front.
These dungeon archers were professional soldiers with the prefix “Strong” in their names. Besides excellent archery skills and being part-time sappers, even in close combat, their robust bodies and sharp sickle claws were enough to rival any melee troops! Read complete version only at NoveI[F]ire.net
Three hundred fearsome knights and three thousand elite gargoyle warriors aligned a similarly precise crescent battle formation over the three arc-shaped battle formations; under the oppressive shadow of the aerial units, two thousand death knights tightened the reins of their nightmare mounts. They would be Valdeniel’s sharpest blade and most reliable reserves at the most crucial moment. The flaming path of their nightmare mounts and the crystal swords of the death knights would sound the death knell of Hell for any enemies of the Demon Clan.
The five hundred regular arcanists in the last line of the linear battle formation were the true soul units of the Striker Corps. Today, they were up against the renowned Beamon shaman Sharoman; the sheer quantity and quality advantage were self-evident—Lich possessed two great arcane abilities in ranged combat, abomination warriors in close combat, outstanding elemental support units like the Obsidian Destroyer, and the exceptional tactical formation “Dragon Gate Array”!
Apart from tactical skills, the Demon Clan’s Arcane Forces’ “Dragon Gate Array” is closely linked to the greatest pride of the Demon World’s military industry of the century. Each fully-staffed arcanist corps of five hundred is equipped with an incredibly powerful special weapon!
Valdeniel did not underestimate the world’s heroes, but he could still proudly affirm that the best arcanist forces in all realms must be in the Demon World, and the best arcanist forces of the Demon World were surely on the Coast Contribution Continent!
No arcanist force in any realm possesses such numerous inherent and acquired advantages!
For the Beamon shaman, with only Arcane Beast pets, a regular Demon Clan arcanist force is utterly overwhelming!
Time ticked away second by second as the wolf cavalry approached the Demon Strikers Corps. Suddenly on the grand plains of Helm, they dispersed from a long snake into a fan-shaped attack line, with no pause or intervals, no hesitation or portent, only the overwhelming surge.
The wolf cavalry, interchanging positions as they galloped, resembled a giant, agile serpent. After a dizzying interlaced maneuver, they quickly integrated into an attack arc fully equivalent to that of the Demon Striker Corps. While Valdeniel admired the brilliant horsemanship and command ability, suddenly a vast and wide flash of lightning streaked across the earth!
All demon warriors participating in the blocking battle instinctively tilted their heads, pupils shrinking.
What kind of lightning was this!
It was clearly the silver cold light from the wolf cavalry’s blades as they drew their swords!
Because the actions of the wolves were so synchronized, the large-scale flare of blade light burst simultaneously, resembling a flash of lightning over the plains.
Moments later, the lingering, crisp dragon roar softly collided with the eardrums of every demon warrior!
Suddenly, the resounding war song and majestic war drums thundered like spring thunders blossoming together, accompanied by wild wolf howls shaking the wasteland; all the dire wolves accelerated simultaneously, causing each grain of sand on the Helm Grand Plains to tremble with a moan!
At this distance, the sharp-eyed aerial units could already see the luxurious fur on the signature fluffy wolf tails of the Wolf Cavalry!
“Children, hold the line!” Valdeniel flapped his black leathery wings, frantically flying from one end of the battle line to the other, the strong air resistance making it a struggle to complete the well-versed flying maneuver.
“The Evergreen” Valdeniel could hardly imagine why this Beamon army, at the end of the line, still possessed such tenacious nerves and robust fighting spirit!
These wolf cavalry gave him the illusion that today it was not them who were cornered, but all the Demon Clan’s army!
This supreme confidence of victory, through their tactical actions, was rendered to the extreme!
Witnessing the opulent spectacle of collective sword-drawing, many gargoyle warriors and ghoul warriors as the main force to intercept revealed hesitant and nervous expressions. Even among the lower-level officers, the silver-eyed swordsmen, many had silver radiance bursting in their pupils, a sign of dread!
Old Val knew it wasn’t the fault of his children for losing their nerve. In the highly unified political realm of the Demon World, opportunities for Demon Clan soldiers to experience the crucible of war were exceedingly rare. Facing such a massive-scale two-army engagement for the first time, no matter how brave a rookie, the suffocating pre-battle atmosphere was too much to bear!