Chapter 442: First Defeat
With a simple order, the golems rose.
Each one spread out across the battlefield, absorbing the ground beneath them and creating massive craters. The terrain shifted, forming cone-like pits that sucked in dozens of demons, trapping them with no way to escape.
The golems, however, moved without difficulty. Their feet remained connected to the earth itself, drawing stability and strength from it.
They smashed, crushed, and pierced everything around them, their attacks sending shockwaves through the air, echoing with the cries of dying demons.
But even amid this devastation, the demons refused to stop. In acts of spiteful rage, they began slaughtering the prisoners—murdering the helpless in defiance.
That was why Roland charged ahead, fearless and unrelenting.
He knew he couldn’t save them all. He only hoped that one day, he would be forgiven for the lives lost because of his actions.
But he could still save the majority.
With his sword in hand and two thousand soldiers at his back, Roland charged, the king riding beside him.
Everything became a blur after that.
Magic flashed across the sky. Arrows rained from every direction. Yet Roland didn’t stop. He moved like a storm through the chaos, shielding the king not only with his wards but his body—it was one of his highest priorities.
At the same time, he directed his Water Blades to strike down demons poised to kill prisoners. He cast healing spells on the wounded he could reach and hurled bombs into enemy lines, sowing further confusion.