Chapter 176 - 132: Boiling Point (IV)
Having charged down the street, Malin and the City Guards and armed civilians following him ran into trouble; a barricade blocked their way. Looking at the barricade before him, Malin felt the impotence of Spell Formations for the first time—no spell could be utilized within an anti-magic zone, and both his Flame Burst Fireball and Giant Table Flip... no, his Spiked Wave disappeared without a trace as soon as they entered the area.
After signaling a round of futile Array attacks, the mages in the sky also chose to give up, making Malin miss the coordination on open ground once again.
This damn world, without cannons, without planes, not even grenade launchers, he only had a few grenades in his hand. Throwing them at people was fine, but at a barricade, these toys were useless. They couldn’t even blast away the furniture in front of the barricade.
Was he supposed to fill the gap with lives? Did a rubbish barricade like this require a blood sacrifice?!
Before Malin could find a way through, the City Guards had already started changing their clothes—they put on thick clothes found in nearby homes, stuffed the chest armor and helmets with all the cotton they could find that might stop a bullet. These City Guards didn’t even complain; they defined what it meant to be indifferent to life and death, ready to face the challenge.
Malin thought it over and halted their suicide mission. Considering that most of the weapons in Chaos’s hands were old-fashioned smoothbore muskets with round shots, and even lever-action rifles were a rarity, Malin gathered some tables, cut off the legs, nailed them together with water-soaked thick blankets stuffed in the middle, found a few carts from the nearby market area, and transformed them into shield carts for the City Guards to push forward.
The effect was good. The old guns and round shots of Chaos might penetrate the first layer of tables, but they could not go through the thick blankets. Originally, the Chaos Magicians could use spells to attack the shield carts, but they were themselves in the anti-magic zone and could only watch helplessly as the shield carts drew closer under fire.
Then the Chaotic Believers began their counter-charge—at the same time, the shield carts were opened, and the Archers on both sides began firing. Since they couldn’t block them, they would drive them away.