Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

Next second, a ghoul emerged from the tunnel.

"I see, Your Excellency. I’m also under attack by these creatures. They fill my entire detection range. I’m afraid I won’t make it."

"No worries, hold your line, Ails."

After Malin spoke, he heard the news from Jason’s side. Communication with the artillery position had been established, now waiting for coordinates.

"Besides Hill 9, the artillery fire will cover all coordinates of the first defense line." Seeing demons completely engulf the first defensive line, Malin had no choice but to issue this order—the first line definitely had no survivors left, these Chaos Demons would devour any soldier on the first line alive.

After speaking, Malin looked towards Hill 9, where he could still see human soldiers. The Chaos’ assaulting efforts were minimal since Malin had stationed several machine-gun nests and light mortar teams there, along with two Dwarven sapper platoons equipped with heavy shotguns and flamethrowers augmented with Holy Oil, who occasionally ignited whole ranks of Chaos Demons with fire dragons spewing from the high ground.

The first round of artillery fire arrived, temporarily halting the Chaos Demons’ assault, but soon, within the visual range of spiritual energy detection, more Chaos appeared.

Eleven and Seventeen kept firing, the shell casings at their feet had piled up into a small hill, and the ammunition boxes on their backs were already giving empty chamber alarms.

The combat mages on aerial patrol dropped incendiary bombs, but soon the fire walls were breached. These Chaos Demons had high resistance to ordinary flames. Malin even saw a combat mage, who flew too low, dragged to the ground by a leaping demon, but finally, the mage chose to ignite his soul and upon crashing into the earth, a massive arcane explosion ignited the area.

"I should ask Electrum, generally how many of these creatures are there." Malin muttered while rolling up his sleeves, he took out a dagger and cut a wound on his arm.

Not enough.