Ashen Dragon-Chapter 581 - 37 Position_2

Chapter 581: Chapter 37 Position_2

Chapter 581 -37 Position_2

“Roar…”

These demons stood nearly three meters tall, their bodies covered in festering sores and pus. They flaunted patches of short mane hair on their lanky skeletal frames.

They had pallid goat heads with arched massive horns, cold double eyes, and lips dripping with sticky saliva, bristling with the fine needles of teeth.

Those serpentine tails twisted behind them, ending in a clump of entwined metallic spikes.

Despite their emaciated forms, these beasts brandished spiked forks that seemed far too large for their size with an unsettling elegance.

“Bazut Demons…”

George clutched his rifle tightly, murmuring with a solemn expression.

He had seen these demons in the internal intelligence of the Empire; they existed as heavy infantry in The Abyss, reveling in slicing open flesh and spilling robust blood.

But that alone was not what made George so tense.

What was terrifying was that these Blaze Devils possessed a natural spellcasting ability, capable of using a variety of spells like the Command Spell, Roaring Spell, and Fear Spell.

Blaze Devils excelled in close combat, typically casting the Roaring Spell at the most densely packed areas of the enemy at the start of a battle; if the battle occurred in an open area, they would deploy the Heavy Fog Spell to block easily escape pathways.

In the Empire’s official ratings, the challenge level of the Blaze Devils was 9, and before George—there were a total of thirteen Blaze Devils!

George knew that these beasts were not something that his few hundred elite soldiers could handle; all he could do was try to hold off the enemy’s assault and wait for support from his superiors.

He pulled out his walkie-talkie, urgently saying, “Requesting support! Requesting support!”

“At position 014, thirteen Blaze Devils sighted! Thirteen Blaze Devils!”

However, the Blaze Devils had already begun their assault.

A chilling roar sounded.

“Aaah—”

A dozen Blaze Devils raced across the ground, charging toward the high ground defended by the Imperial Soldiers.

The ram-like massive heads bore cruel smiles, serpentine tails twisting behind them, making a noisy clatter with their metallic spiked ends.

The Blaze Devils appeared disease-ridden, but in reality, their outward appearance was a disguise, masking their strength and savagery.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Atop the highland, Imperial Soldiers fired continuously, bullets pouring down in a barrage, but the Bazut Demons swung their spiked forks.

Instantly, a dense fog appeared before them, obscuring the soldiers’ sight, leaving only glimpses of fast-moving silhouettes.

Bullets flew into the fog as if stones cast into the sea, stirring not the slightest ripple.

Suddenly, tall, thin figures burst out of the fog with incredible speed, leaping high into the Empire’s defenses.

“Fire quickly! The demons are charging over!”

“Bang! Bang!”

Imperial Soldiers, panic-stricken, shot frantically, others drew their Spears, preparing to meet the demons in close combat.

“Swish—”

The leading Blaze Devil swung its huge spiked fork in a wide arc mid-air, unleashing unbelievable strength from its seemingly lean arms.

Immediately, the shields of the frontline Imperial Heavy Shield Soldiers were split open, and their heads cleaved in two, blood and shards of steel flying.

Another Blaze Devil lifted its spiked fork, aiming the point toward where the Imperial Soldiers were clustered, releasing a forceful sound wave.

“Boom!”

Dozens of soldiers were suddenly struck with splitting headaches, bleeding profusely, and even those who managed to hold on with sheer constitution felt weakened.

The Blaze Devil then revealed a cruel smile, seizing the moment to rush into the Empire’s formation, swinging its massive spiked fork wildly, reveling in the rare feast of slaughter.

In the wake of the Bazut Demons, countless Coward Demons and Original Demons took the opportunity to flood the high ground, overwhelming the Empire’s position.

“Bang!”

A bullet fired, unable to penetrate the demon’s hide, followed by a bloodstained spiked fork.

The same scenario unfolded at various points along the defensive line, with these Bazut Demons treating the battle as play, breaking through from different directions.

Heavy fog also enveloped the high ground, and the Bazut Demons weaved through it, slaughtering.

“Spread out!”

“Another one of those spells!”

“I can’t see anything clearly, fog everywhere!”

“Damn it, no chance! These beasts with sheep heads… argh!”

In less than a minute from the start of the skirmish, George’s position was on the verge of collapse, the Imperial Soldiers’ defense line in tatters, and even signs of panic-stricken flight began to show.

“So, these are The Abyss’s heavy infantry…”

George’s eyelids drooped, his hand gripping the rifle beginning to tremble.

He had followed the Empire’s expansion every step of the way, almost exclusively in battles of overwhelming crush, and this was his first time feeling defeat so keenly.

They were too powerful.

These Bazut Demons, in both melee capability and spellcasting proficiency, simply overpowered the Imperial Army he led.

This was not a battle; it was a slaughter, reminiscent of the times he, as a serf, had been abused by the nobles.

Those Northern Nobles would also ride on horseback, swinging their horse sabers, treating the slaughter of the panic-stricken serfs as a form of entertainment.

George clenched his teeth, beads of sweat emerging on his forehead, almost drawing blood in his mouth, as scenes from the barracks and the battlefields of the North flashed through his mind.