Chapter 543: Legend – Wax-Melting Demon
The majestic Yaya vented to her heart's content.
The entire space reverberated with Yaya's roars, and the tangible dragon's might made the drow elves in the distance weak at the knees.
Noticing those sinister gazes, Yaya flapped her wings and darted over with surprising agility for her massive frame.
The drow elves, sensing danger, scrambled in a panic, already aware of the cold glint in Yaya's eyes.
Despite her large size, Yaya moved with remarkable agility.
The excellent results of the transformation surgery, combined with her bloodline power development,
gave most of her body extraordinary combat prowess!
Large yet not bulky.
Light but brimming with explosive power.
She hunted down the drow elves with speed and precision.
Over a dozen drow elves were swiftly taken down by Yaya, while the rest fled in terror.
The already scattered gnoll slaves plunged into chaos, and Angela seized the moment, issuing a decisive command:
"Charge!"
The well-ordered formation advanced once again.
They were like a massive sledgehammer, crashing into the grain-pile-like gnoll slaves.
Over a thousand gnoll slaves fell dead on the spot. The remaining ones, no longer controlled by the drow elves, lost their composure in fear and scattered in all directions.
Watching this, Shetril frowned, fixing her gaze on the approaching Yaya and shouting to the nearby elf commanders:
"Prepare to attack—encircle the Bay Army!"
Gripping her holy emblem tightly, a gray-black twisted power spread outward.
The crimson marks on the ground burst into bloody light, revealing a terrifying figure.
Realizing the danger, Yaya noticed the ferocious colossus and flapped her wings to create distance.
The twisted monster, under the shifting crimson light, turned into a black, gigantic spider.
This spider's body was covered with steel-spike-like hairs, and its eight legs gleamed with metallic light.
The tips of its legs were razor-sharp, easily piercing rock.
Standing as tall as a three-story building, it radiated a terrifying aura.
Particularly, the massive red eye on its head emitted a soul-piercing glow.
As soon as it appeared, it brutally swung its claws, slicing the nearby ten-plus gnoll slaves into pieces.
Opening its giant maw, it greedily devoured them.
Strange, twisted light spread outward from it.
The affected gnoll slaves' bodies began to warp and mutate, transforming into half-human, half-spider monsters.
From afar, Matthew saw this scene and mentally told Yaya:
"Wax-Melting Demon—legendary monster, challenge level 22+!"
A highly troublesome monster, yet it made Yaya even more excited.
Killing the feral fire dragon Diago didn't put much pressure on Yaya. In its mindless state, its threat level had dropped by at least 60%.
This Wax-Melting Demon would be the perfect test of her combat capabilities.
Clenching her teeth in frustration, Shetril raised her black staff, pointed it at Yaya, and roared:
"Kill it! Offer it as a sacrifice to our lord!"
The Wax-Melting Demon, now a gigantic spider, crouched slightly, its massive abdomen swelling as if preparing a terrifying attack.
Yaya didn't wait, crashing down like a cannonball.
Her steel-like body made her fearless in close combat.
The black giant spider form of the Wax-Melting Demon was unexpectedly strong—its body was not only resilient, but its strength was immense.
It endured Yaya's attacks and occasionally swung its sharp claws, tearing marks into her tough scales.
The half-human, half-spiders influenced by the twisted power attacked Yaya under the demon's control.
Although they couldn't cause much trouble for her, they managed to divert her attention.
Their battle caused a huge commotion.
Stones shattered, and dust filled the air.
Shetril, keeping her eyes on the battlefield, glanced at her faintly glowing holy emblem and hurried toward the center of the army.
She needed to offer more sacrifices immediately!
Just as the chaos among the gnoll slave army threatened to spread, thousands of drow elf soldiers emerged from the distant darkness.
They quickly regained control of the gnoll slaves, stabilizing their disorganized state.
Behind them, twenty to thirty thousand strong and fierce slave troops howled as they charged toward the flank of the Bay Army's formation.
The drow elves seemed well-prepared!
Among the reinforcements, Annie spotted ogres, minotaurs, and trolls.
They weren't just tall and armored; each one was exuding ferocious momentum, completely outclassing the gnoll slaves.
This was an elite slave force!
At least, the individual members were.
"This is bad!"
While Annie felt a bit anxious, Angela calmly issued an order:
"Defensive positions!"
"Givan, hold them off!"
The advancing Bay Army halted immediately.
The reserves skillfully stepped forward, replacing their comrades who were already winded.
The sound of crossbow strings quickly rang out, shooting down the regrouping gnoll slaves.
The defensive troops pushed outward, forcing open a clear area.
Stray arrows from the gnoll slaves occasionally found their mark, wounding Bay soldiers.
The drow elves' shots were precise and ruthless, often aimed at weak points or vital areas.
Even with precautions in place, the counterattacks still caused Bay soldiers to suffer casualties.
The Bay Army's retaliation was swift—a volley of crossbow bolts rained down in the direction of the incoming arrows.
Though the drow elves were nimble, they couldn't escape the densely packed bolts, dying miserably.
However, the drow elves displayed unexpected resilience. Despite suffering losses, they continued to launch determined counterattacks.
The battle grew increasingly intense, with both sides suffering losses.
Cries of pain from comrades rang in Udala's ears.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed a halfling soldier struck in the chest by an arrow.
The arrow's penetration was so powerful it pierced his chest armor and nearly went through his entire body.
Before she could react, medics rushed in from the ranks.
They pulled out the arrow, administered a vitality potion, an antidote, and bandaged the wound—all in one swift sequence.
Watching her comrade being carried away on a stretcher, Udala gritted her teeth and resolutely pushed aside distracting thoughts, focusing on her shooting.
The faster she could kill the enemy, the safer she'd be!
Old John, directing the battle, calmly calculated the casualty ratio.
1:300!
The only real threat to the formation's soldiers came from the drow rangers and archers hidden among the gnoll slaves.
Their numbers were few, and they dared not act recklessly.
Whenever they revealed themselves, death was their only fate.
Casualties were inevitable in warfare, but the Bay Army had done everything possible in terms of treatment.
Once this battle was won, the nearly seventy thousand soldiers from the two armies would swiftly mature under the tempering flames of war.
In fact, if not for the large number of newly recruited soldiers causing a drop in overall unit cohesion,
they wouldn't have resorted to this rigid formation style of hard fighting to forge their soldiers in the fire of battle.
The real threat to the Bay Army was the elite slave forces attacking from the flank.
These troops were individually powerful. While veterans could hold their ground, new recruits stood no chance.
If they managed to break through and disrupt the formation, it could severely impact the army's structure.
This would inevitably lead to heavy losses.