368 Start of Battle (1/2)
They were Old Tailor, Master Woodrow, and Old Hammer.
He was the most familiar with Old Tailor and Master Woodrow amongst all the Venerable Shamans in the tribe. Perhaps, they were placed together because Chief Valencia was aware of this.
The rest of the Venerable Shamans were placed in the right tower next to the central southern tower.
”How do you feel, Lumi? Do you think your soul attack will be effective against them?” Leon asked as he watches the enemy approaching.
The 100 thousand-odd Fleshies were like tireless machines. When the Darkmoon Tribe came into their view, their momentum neither slowed down nor sped up. They had been moving at maximum speed.
It was the reason they managed to catch up so quickly despite the survivors getting several hours head start.
An ordinary person would not be able to gauge the enemy's strength across such distance, but Lumi was not an ordinary person.
She was a spirit, and spirit sees the world differently to living entities. They had a particular set of eyes that allow them to gaze directly into a person's source and see their soul form.
To Lumi, the form of Leon's soul was no different from what he usually look to others on the outside. They were the spitting image of each other. This is because the body contains one part of the soul.
However, the Bone Kings were different. They were dead, and the body they possess are not their own.
When Lumi looks at their soul, all she sees is a ball of grey fire, much larger than her own. As for the mindless army, only a tiny wisp that did not even belong to themselves could be seen.
”There are several strong presences that my soul attack will not work on, but the rest will be at my mercy.”
”That is good enough—No, it's perfect. Those strong presences must be the Bone Kings. If the rest can be immobilized, we will have a better fighting chance.” Leon said.
Having Master Woodrow to fill him in on the demon classifications of the Bone Calamity, Leon knew where the problem lies.
The evolved Behemoth-class Bone Demons might be strong, but they were nothing if they cannot move. It was the evolved Bone Kings that they had to worry about.
”It has been a long time since I've stretched these old bones of mine. Who knew that I would still have to fight after retiring from the battlefield?” Old Tailor mildly complained.
A huge bone saber was rested on his shoulders with an awe-inspiring aura, and vigor Leon had not felt before was emitted by Old Tailor.
”You can complain all you want after we survive this battle.”
Master Woodrow laughed lightly.
As the army of Fleshies entered a certain range, Leon immediately cried, ”Lumi!”
”Hm? A Banshee?”
The Bone Kings immediately took notice of her, but before they could think further, Lumi blew hard on her bone whistle and sent out a formless sound attack to swept across the field.
”Fire!”
Chief Valencia roared at the top of her lungs.
With her weapon pointed at the enemy in the distance, two dozen large enchanted bolts and boulders were fired from the heavy ballista and catapults mounted on the wall.
The largest of the Behemoth-class demons were the easiest to fall prey to the first round of fire as large bolts directly pierce through their hardened bone and onto the next, while boulders exploded on impact and burst into a sea of flames.
These boulders contained the fat and oil extracts of demonic beasts inside them.
Despite the damage taken, none of the enemies died. Chief Valencia narrowed her eyes and began issuing a string of commands.
New bolts and boulders were loaded before they were fired at will. The people wanted nothing more than to continue rain hell on these evil creatures.
Suddenly, Chief Valencia felt a looming sense of danger and immediately barked, ”Deploy the barrier!”
The tribesmen worked quickly to activate the city's formations as a dome-shaped barrier of semi-transparent red light encompassed the city.
Boom!
A bone arrowed struck the barrier and sent ripples along its surface like the ocean waves battering against the sandy shores.
The barrier shook considerably, but it withstood the attack while the bone attack was ground to dust against the barrier.
Leon studied the defensive barrier seriously and thought how much lives could have been saved if the Darkmoon Tribe had fought defensively in the first battle.
But then again, the activation of such a large and strong barrier would have consumed a large number of resources, something that is scarce, and the Darkmoon Tribe would refrain from using if given a choice.
”Is that a bone arrow?”
A warrior widened his eyes with great shock, fear, and cold sweat. If not for the chief's timely warning, he would not have seen the attack coming.