Chapter 543.5: Legend – Wax-Melting Demon
Old John, however, showed no concern. Watching the gathering troops, he said expectantly:
"This is the perfect time for you to show your skills!"
Holding his heavy shield, Gifan calmly watched the elite slave warriors rushing toward them. Feeling the strengthening and enhancements from his enchanted armor, he coldly shouted:
"Glaive Squad, step forward!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Gifan and the soldiers at his side stepped out of the shield formation.
These heavily armored warriors marched ten meters forward in neat strides.
They formed two thin rows.
Their number was only 2,000!
They faced 20,000 enemies!
Yet they showed no hesitation, and instead felt a surge of exhilaration.
The howling slave warriors charged forward, enduring the rain of crossbow bolts.
Though their raised shields and thick armor couldn't fully block the crossbow's lethality, they didn't suffer thousands of casualties in an instant like the gnoll slaves.
Over 200 slave warriors fell.
The remaining ones charged on, as if ready to unleash their pent-up fury upon the Bay Army's formation.
They drew closer and closer, their eyes glowing with bloodlust, their roars intended to intimidate.
Their opponents remained utterly silent—like a group of golems!
Twenty meters!
Fifteen meters!
Ten meters!
Five meters!
Gifan caught the stench emanating from them, raised his glaive, and roared:
"Glaive Squad, advance!"
Clang!
All the soldiers of the Glaive Squad took a synchronized step forward.
The cold gleam of their glaives swept toward the charging slave warriors, who fiercely swung their own weapons in return.
Whoosh!
A synchronized cutting sound!
Crunch!
Blood spattered, and flesh and bone flew!
The Glaive Squad stood firm. The slave warriors fell in rows, each one meeting a gruesome end, their bodies cleaved in half.
A massive ogre warrior
held his raised wooden club frozen in mid-air.
His corpulent upper body had already been cleaved away. His sheer vitality kept him alive just long enough for him to howl in agony.
But what truly struck fear into the hearts of the remaining slave warriors was this:
It wasn't just their comrades' bodies being shattered; their weapons and armor were also broken in the strikes.
A few trolls, known for their extraordinary regenerative powers, struggled frantically on the ground after being sliced in two.
The glaives, unstained by a single drop of blood, struck such terror in the enemy that they dared not advance further!
Breathing in the scent of blood in the air, Gifan, suppressing his own excitement, shouted coldly again:
"Glaive Squad, advance!"
The second row of soldiers stepped forward two paces.
They stepped over their bloodied comrades, facing the slave warriors, and swung their blades.
Defiant, the slave warriors charged forward with a howl.
The stubborn minotaurs believed in their own strength and their massive axes.
Crunch!
"Ah…!"
"Run…"
"This… is impossible…"
"…Roar…!"
The minotaurs' raised axes were shattered by the sharp glaives.
The unstoppable blades struck their foreheads.
Their tough skulls cracked instantly. The cruelty in their eyes turned to terror, frozen in their final moments.
Their bodies, split in two, fell to either side.
The visceral scene instantly broke the spirit of the other slave warriors.
If even the strongest ogres and minotaurs couldn't withstand a single blow, charging ahead would only mean certain death.
Before they could react,
the third row of slave warriors had already been met with the falling glaives.
Some terrified slave warriors even forgot to fight back.
Crunch!
The rear slave warriors watched in horror as the row in front of them, along with their armor, was split in two.
Their own attacks barely troubled the heavily armored soldiers.
These hulking human warriors, drenched in blood, stepped over the broken corpses and continued advancing step by step.
With every step the Glaive Squad took, they left a trail of bodies behind.
Even though the slave warriors did not fear death,
they felt a deep, instinctive terror seeing the advancing Glaive Squad.
They feared throwing their lives away.
The slave warriors scattered to the sides, their panic spreading rapidly.
Yet some oblivious slave warriors still charged headlong into the glaives, only to be predictably sliced in two.
Annie, seeing this from a distance, rubbed her eyes and looked at the field of corpses behind the Glaive Squad. With some excitement, she remarked:
"Are they really that strong?"
Matthew didn't explain further. Instead, he smiled and continued: "Improving their strength is one thing, but fully utilizing that strength is the real challenge."
Annie, observing the invincible Glaive Squad, immediately noted their strengths.
Unyielding defense and terrifying offensive power!
Beyond the transformed warriors, even the barbarian warriors were physically strong. Combined with their thick steel armor, they were able to resist a considerable amount of attacks.
Together, these factors produced fearsome close-combat capabilities.
Setting aside magic-based combat, Annie couldn't recall any unit capable of matching the Glaive Squad in direct combat.
However, Annie also quickly noticed their weaknesses.
They were relatively heavy and lacked mobility.
The drow warriors, seeing that they couldn't break through the Glaive Squad head-on, decisively ordered their slave warriors to attack from the flanks.
But little did they know, this move was already anticipated by Angela's strategy.
"Golem units, activate!"
Several towering Dragoon-1 golems rose behind the soldiers.
Each wielded a massive two-meter-long steel greatsword, their glowing forms radiating majesty.
Twenty tall and imposing golems marched in unison toward the flanking slave warriors.
Seeing these glowing red-eyed Dragoon-1 golems, the slave warriors, having escaped one disaster, now faced another. Fear filled their eyes.
What kind of enemy was this?
"Roar…!"
A shrill howl echoed from the swirling dust.
The circling Yaya was covered in small wounds. Yet her eyes, cold and focused, fixed on the monster emerging from the dust. She perched on a rock wall, glaring intently at it.
A mass of twisted flesh, dozens of writhing tentacles, and a massive, blood-red eye.
The true form of the Wax-Melting Demon!
Hideous beyond belief!
And deeply unnerving!