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The ruler of death, Nonava, had completely lost her usual composure. She was clinging tightly to the alchemist Rhinedoth's collar, shaking him wildly back and forth, her expression so broken it was as if she were putting on a dramatic performance.
"Get that mad dog-like dragon back in right now! If you don't, that iron lump down there called the Wolf King is going to come up and try to 'reason' with us with its fists again! I don't want to work with my butt all swollen anymore!"
"I... I had no choice!"
Rhein-Dortmund was so dizzy from being shaken that he cried out in frustration.
"Dulin has long lost its self-awareness; it's now completely driven by some external force, and it doesn't obey my commands at all!"
She paused, her face equally bewildered and frustrated: "And why does it have an immortality curse, Nonawa?! Isn't it supposed to be something only you can do?!"
"How should I know?!"
Nonawa let out an even more piercing scream, released Rheindorf, and crouched down in a corner, clutching her head.
"I swear to the sleeping heavens! I really didn't cast any immortality curse on Dulin! Why would I bother strengthening a dead dragon and causing myself trouble?! If those four Hilichurl scourges come knocking on my door, I'll be in deep trouble no matter what! They'll definitely think I'm behind this, and then my backside will be in real trouble, waaaaah..."
Looking at his colleague who was on the verge of collapse, and then at the wolf king below who was fighting fiercely with "Undying Durin" and the monster army, as well as the few Hilichurls who were pointing at the sky and cursing "dog author", Rhinedot felt his head start to hurt too.
What's this all about...
Who exactly is pulling the strings behind the scenes?!
Istaru: "You can't see me! You can't see me!"
Chapter 108 Defending the City
Without the Wolf King's devastating firepower, like a dam bursting, the black tide of monsters surged towards Mondstadt once more!
The roars and howls were deafening, as if they were about to completely devour this city of freedom.
"Hold the line! For Mondstadt!"
Kaeya shouted, and with a fierce flourish of his Zephyr sword, the icy blue sword energy instantly froze the first few Hilichurls charging at the front.
He still wore that enigmatic smile, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
Beside him, Diluc remained silent, but the massive West Wind Greatsword was wielded like the scythe of death.
Blazing flames coiled around the sword, each swing igniting a wildfire that sent the monsters screaming in agony, filling the air with the acrid smell of burning flesh.
He stood like a silent rock, complementing Kaiya's agility, firmly guarding the most crucial position at the city gate.
Behind them, a squad of Favonius Knights formed a tight formation, their lances like a forest and their shields like a mountain, holding off wave after wave of the monsters' frenzied attacks.
Sword light, gun shadows, elemental power, and the roars of monsters intertwine to create a cruel yet magnificent battle song.
"Aim for their joints and eyes! Mika, watch the three o'clock position, there's something trying to climb!"
Amber stood on the battlements, her eyes blazing, her bowstring almost never pausing.
Arrows imbued with flames seemed to have eyes, accurately piercing through the monsters attempting to climb the city walls with their grappling hooks or claws, causing them to fall with screams of agony.
"Understood, Amber-senpai!"
Mika, wielding a crossbow, moved swiftly and steadily, accurately killing any approaching flying monsters.
Occasionally, a few agile monsters would break through the outer defenses, scale the city walls, and fall into the city, but they would immediately encounter an even more terrible "disaster".
Noelle stood in the central square of Mondstadt, her petite figure contrasting sharply with the Favonius Greatsword in her hand, which was taller than her.
Her eyes were resolute, and her body was surrounded by a heavy rock elemental aura.
Any monster that enters her field of vision will be met with a storm of slashes from that giant sword!
With no complicated moves, only pure and unadulterated power and determination to protect, the wind pressure generated by her swinging greatsword can even blow away any approaching monsters!
She is like an unyielding fortress, guarding the heart of the city.
In the intricate alleyways and rooftops, Bennett and Fischer (along with Oz) moved swiftly like firefighters.
"Damn it! We need backup!"
As Bennett shouted, he parried a sneak attack from a sly flower with his sword. Although the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, almost causing him to fall, he always managed to narrowly avoid the attack and pulled a civilian who had been cornered by a monster behind him.
"Hmph! You vile demons, how dare you disturb my sacred land of the Night! Oz—! In the name of judgment, purge them!"
Fischl commanded with a flourish, and Oz, like a black lightning bolt, declared, "Hmph! Witness the might of the young lady!" He unleashed a barrage of lightning bolts, precisely striking the scattered monsters and creating an opportunity for Bennett's rescue.
A makeshift first aid station has been set up in front of the West Wind Cathedral.
Barbara wore a gentle smile, and despite the sweat on her forehead, her singing never stopped.
The gentle light of the water element fell like sweet rain upon the wounded knights and civilians, healing their wounds and soothing their fears.
"Hold on, everyone! May the wind god protect you!"
Her presence was like a ray of light in the darkness, supporting everyone's spirit.
Faced with the assembled army of monsters, Hassan the Hundred-Faced realized that it was pointless to disperse his forces.
She decisively recalled most of her clones, retaining only twenty individuals.
This gave each of the remaining "she" significantly enhanced strength, speed, and stamina. Although they were still not good at frontal legion battles, they were more than capable of dealing with scattered monsters that broke away from the main force and tried to infiltrate from the flanks or rear.
Twenty ghostly purple figures, like hunters merging into the shadows, roamed the edge of the battlefield.
They no longer pursue absolute silence, but instead carry out eliminations with extremely high efficiency.
An abyss mage attempting to sneak into the sewers had barely peeked out when a dagger emerged from the shadows and slit his throat.
Several Hilichurls who approached the city wall under the shadow of the buildings were instantly wiped out by a simultaneous attack from different angles before they could even react...
The Hundred-Faced Hassans dispersed into smaller groups, like the most sophisticated killing machines, precisely eliminating the "tentacles" of the monster army reaching towards Mondstadt, ensuring that no one escaped and could cause greater damage to the city.
Throughout Mondstadt, from the sky to the ground, from the city walls to the streets, everyone is fighting to protect their home.
The gaze of the wind god may be watching this place, and a seemingly hopeless defensive battle is stubbornly continuing because of these brave people and some "unexpected" help.
Chapter 109 The Placer
With a clear shout, Yura drew a graceful arc with her Greatsword and slammed a roaring Hilichurl King to the ground.
She swiftly turned, her sword precisely deflecting the massive axe that another Hilichurl thug was slashing down from behind, sparks flying everywhere!
Just then, a group of Hilichurl crossbowmen spotted this troublesome target not far away, and in unison raised their crossbows, the cold arrowheads aimed at Yura!
"Hey! You bad guys, don't bully Yura-neechan! Bouncing Bomb—!"
Klee's childish yet energetic voice rang out, and a round, bouncy bomb with a cute smiley face painted on it sliced through the air and landed precisely at the feet of the crossbowmen.
The next second, flames and smoke rose, and the group of Hilichurl crossbowmen, along with their bolts, turned into charred fragments scattered everywhere.
"Well done, Klee!"
Yura had just breathed a sigh of relief when her gaze swept towards Klee's direction, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Watch out behind you!!"
Klee turned around and saw a much larger Hilichurl King with bloodshot eyes who had somehow appeared behind her. The king was raising its fists, which were wrapped around rocks, and was about to smash them down on her!
Little Cleo was so frightened that she immediately covered her head and crouched down in defense, causing her little backpack to shake three times.
The expected shock and pain did not come.
Klee trembled and cautiously opened one eye, only to be pulled behind her by Yura who rushed over.
"Who are you?!"
Yura gripped her greatsword tightly, staring intently at the tall figure that had suddenly appeared before her.
The opponent was over two meters tall, his entire body shrouded in a tattered black cloak, through which one could vaguely see the heavy, ancient-style armor beneath.
His face was covered by a chilling skeletal mask, and the massive sword in his hand, taller than a man, was silently dripping a dark red liquid that exuded a strong aura of death.
The Hilichurl King that had just launched the sneak attack was now lying silently to the side, its body slowly turning to ash.
This terrifying being did not answer Yura's question, nor did it even glance at her.
His empty, skeletal eye sockets swept across the battlefield and landed on the dragon Dulin, who was locked in combat with the wolf king high in the sky, as if he were assessing something.
A moment later, just as abruptly as he had arrived, his figure slowly blended into the shadows and disappeared, leaving only Yura and a still-shaken Klee staring at each other in disbelief.
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"Come on! Let's see who has more people!"
Meanwhile, the four-person group also began their "performance".
Under the dumbfounded gazes of Ying and Paimon, they pulled out an ordinary-looking tablet computer and quickly tapped it a few times.
The next moment, a group of tiny figures appeared out of thin air in an open space, with extremely simple drawing style, stiff movements, and dull eyes, in a paper doll style?
They wore rough red armor, carried weapons that looked like children's toys, walked in a crooked and unsteady manner, and some even tripped and fell to the ground.
"What...what is this thing?!"
Ying pointed at this group of "reinforcements" whose IQs seemed to be no more than 50, her voice trembling.
"Are you sure you're here to help, or to joke around?"
"You don't understand, do you!"
Er Kang continued tapping away on the tablet while explaining without looking up.
"These are 'Placemakers'! From Total War Simulator! Although they all look like they've had their brains slammed in a door, they're full of martial spirit and take fighting seriously!"
"There's a pretty arrogant Hilichurl King here, let's send a 'King' over there and chop it up!"
Qingyu gave the order.
A tiny figure wearing a crown, golden paper armor, and carrying a huge longsword was placed out. It staggered towards a Hilichurl King with an arrogant gait, only to be slapped away more than ten meters by the Hilichurl King. It bounced on the ground several times before getting up and continuing its staggered charge...
"It seems like the gate is about to fall apart. Let's send out a 'Void Monarch' to hold things off!"
Zhang Chu analyzed the situation calmly.
A dark-looking little figure dressed in bone armor, wearing a helmet, and wielding a two-handed bone sword was put down.
It made a grand entrance with a roar (though its voice sounded like a rooster being choked), and then... it started wildly swinging its sword at the air, nearly hitting a passing Knight of Favonius.
"We seem to be short of archers on the city walls. Let's send up a few 'Viking archers'!"
Gu Qian offered his honest advice.