Chapter 288
With a unified roar, the goblin and ogre warriors surged forward, their feet pounding the earth as they rushed toward the abyssal army. The archers on the rooftops released a volley of arrows that arced through the sky, raining down on the demons with deadly precision. Below, the spearmen advanced with disciplined steps, their formation unbroken as they moved to meet the enemy head-on.
The small goblins, now invisible to the naked eye, slipped past the main forces, their daggers glinting as they closed in on the slingshots and the huge imps defending them.
The tower master, witnessing the scene from afar, stood up with rage-filled eyes. "No, you brute!" he shouted, but it was already too late as the two armies clashed.
The village, with its 10,000 inhabitants, had mustered an army of about 4,000 under the village head’s command. The ogres, towering and formidable, tore through the abyssal army with ease, their brute strength and thick hides making the first-stage imps’ attacks nearly ineffective. As they moved closer to the slingshots, the imps’ only advantage was their overwhelming numbers, as they threw themselves relentlessly at the smaller ogre force.
However, the ogres were relentless. Their high resilience and rapid regeneration made them nearly unstoppable, shrugging off the damage done by the imps as they continued their advance.
Suddenly, the fifth-stage imp demon with multiple hands stopped what it was doing and moved through the portal, appearing in the other world. The land on the other side, already eroded by the abyss, was suitable for the demon to manifest its full power. The ogre army had already stepped into this corrupted land, their presence triggering the demon’s response.
The ogres were close to the slingshots when a small goblin emerged from the shadows, its dagger glinting as it plunged through the head of a large imp, killing it instantly. One by one, the imps guarding the slingshots fell, taken out by the goblins’ swift and precise strikes.
The village head, a towering figure even among the ogres, was about to bring his heavy sword down on one of the slingshots when the fifth-stage imp appeared before him. The encounter was brief but brutal—before the village head could react, the imp’s many hands wrapped around his head, and with a sickening crack, it popped his skull like a grape. The village head’s soul was drawn out and devoured by the demon, its eyes glowing with malevolent satisfaction.
The ogres, now seeing their leader slain, became enraged. Their eyes burned with fury as they turned their full attention to the fifth-stage imp. The small goblins, who had been targeting the imps, became the demon’s next target, but just as it reached for them, they were enveloped in a green light and teleported back to the safety of the mage tower.