Ashen Dragon-Chapter 570 - 31 Assault

Chapter 570: Chapter 31 Assault

Chapter 570 -31 Assault

The demons’ onslaught continued, and those monsters from The Abyss surged forth like a tide, charging in wave after wave.

Facing the intense artillery fire and the deadly minefields of The Ashen Empire, they resorted to the most primitive countermeasures—relying on low-level demons to exhaust the Empire’s ammunition and to clear the Empire’s mines.

Countless Original Demons and Coward Demons surged towards the Imperial’s Wall under the command of High-level Demons.

Most of them were blasted into charred remains and reduced to dust by the dense barrage of artillery, with only about two or three out of ten managing to lucky bypass the blockade, only to quickly trigger the traps buried underground…

Thus, for the Abyssal Legion to push the front line forward by ten meters, it often took the lives of thousands, tens of thousands of low-level demons.

This exchange seemed unequal, but The Abyss was filled with billions of low-level demons, the number of Original Demons and Coward Demons under Gelrazak’s control, I fear, might surpass this figure.

For the Demon Lords, these low-level demons were just cheap expendables, their value not comparing to the Empire’s artillery shells, mines, or even a single bullet.

After all, demons that died outside The Abyss would still resurrect in the Blood Pools. Sending these creatures to their deaths was always a win, as long as they could take down The Ashen Empire.

The continuous explosions, the unstoppable onslaught of deaths; the fire illuminated the dark earth as if it were daylight, and hiding was not an option for those demons amid the shadows.

The assault carried on until dawn, until the Sun gradually rose and the glow of morning tinged the clouds red, the arcs of artillery fire still crisscrossing the slightly dim sky.

On the ground, the scorched corpses of demons covered much of the earth, forming a grotesque “soil,” with even small mounds made of piled bodies.

When the artillery shells hit those “mounds,” it would cause the demon corpses to explosively burst apart, sending severed limbs flying everywhere.

But even the Empire’s finest artillery needed to cool down and rest; it couldn’t bombard ceaselessly, and the gunners’ energy was limited.

But the demons were different.

They were born of the universe’s chaos, infinite and unceasing, relentlessly spreading evil and disorder.

By the latter part of the night, the land was peppered with holes, the entire wasteland sheared down by three feet, then filled once more by the bodies of Coward Demons and Original Demons.

At that moment, the tidal surge of demons had gradually approached the Imperial’s Wall, reaching a region more than a thousand meters away from the defense line.

“Snap!”

“Those cowards only dare to hide behind and throw iron balls. If it comes to close combat, they will surely be torn to shreds!

Mortals are always so weak and incapable, fit only to be food for us demons, to become nourishment for the great Abyss!”

The Soul Judgment Demon swung its whip, the Giant Bull Demons, like moving fortresses, bellowed dull roars, exuding plumes of smoke, while Frosthorns flapped their wings mid-air, emitting a loud, piercing shriek.

“Roar…”

“Howl…”

And still, the Coward Demons and Original Demons continued to crawl and wriggle forward in an overwhelming rush, crowding and charging at the forefront of the Magic Tide, surging towards the Imperial’s Wall.

From within that solid fortress, thick gun barrels emerged, those dark muzzles pointed straight at the demons, followed by burst of fierce flames.

“Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

The familiar resonating sounds returned, with smoke filling the air and flames rolling out, exploding amidst the Magic Tide, once again blasting the foremost demons into charred remains.

Blackened limbs rained down from the sky, yet the demons kept roaring, charging forward.

For these lowest of demons, the orders of their superiors were everything. There were often such cases, where a Demon Lord would whimsically turn an entire legion of Coward Demons into Berserker Demons.

Just along this several-hundred-meter-long frontline, tens of thousands of demons engaged in a charge, the surging black tide covering land and sky, nearly overtaking the world in front of the defense line.

“Too many…”

“Still not enough, the firepower is still not enough!”

George peered through his binoculars at the distant situation, his expression grave as he muttered to himself.

This time, he was entrusted with high expectations by his superiors. The area under his charge was a focal point of the battle zone, critical to the safety and stability of the entire defense line, and he could not afford any negligence.

The sound of artillery inside the bunker was deafening, and normal conversation was nearly impossible. He turned his head and shouted at his adjutant beside him: “Tell the folks at the artillery to keep going!

Without my command, they must not stop!”

“Yes, Commander!”

The Herald nodded urgently in response, then hastened on his way, waving the signal flag, communicating orders to the various camps’ locations.

The adjutant said, “What about the machine gun team? And the specially transferred ones from above…”

George was just observing through the binoculars, his right hand outstretched as he said in a deep voice, “It’s not time yet, wait a bit longer…”

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George went to a window of the bunker and set up a mounted machine gun, aiming at the distant demons.

“Damned Abyss insects… How do they breed? There’s never an end to them.”

He couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Thanks to the crossfire from over a dozen defense artillery, hundreds of demons were falling every second.

But under the command of the high-level demons, the Magic Tide kept surging forward, indifferently trampling over the mutilated, blurred bodies of their kin as if they would never retreat.

The horrific and twisted faces of the demons, and their raucous and grating noises, were getting closer and closer to the soldiers of the Empire.

The hands of those soldiers, clutching their guns, trembled slightly, and sweat slid from their foreheads.

Too many.

Simply too many.

It didn’t resemble an enemy army so much as an unstoppable Scourge, like a black avalanche occurring in the wastelands.

The distance between the Magic Tide and the defense line was steadily decreasing.

One thousand meters.

Nine hundred meters.

Eight hundred meters.

Until at six hundred meters, George suddenly pulled the trigger hard and shouted loudly, “Fire! Hit them!”

Instantly, tongues of fire burst forth in unison from the dozens of windows within the defensive line’s bunkers, and from the hundreds of cold metal gun barrels protruding from the windows.

For the soldiers, having undergone hundreds of training sessions, it had become muscle memory, which they couldn’t get wrong no matter what.

“Da-da-da—”

“Da-da-da-da-da—”

Bullets swept over like a raging storm, forming dense patterns of fire between the demons and the defensive line.

The hundreds of demons at the very front were instantly riddled with bullets, bursts of blood blooming on their bodies before they toppled in succession.

Yet the machine guns showed no signs of stopping.

“Insects from the Abyss… Die!”

George too braced the gun, his expression serious and his eyes slightly reddened as he swept his gaze around.

“Da-da-da-da-da—”

“Boom! Boom!”

Bullets poured out with a piercing whistle, and shells fell among the demons.

Demons kept falling, and even those who had been ferocious moments ago were forced to flee in panic.

Once the gun barrels had turned red-hot and needed to be cooled with water, only thousands of demon corpses were left on the distant wastelands.

“They’re retreating! Those demons are retreating!”

“Long Live the Empire!”

“Long Live His Majesty Cassius!”

The soldiers cheered in waves, embracing each other in the bunkers, excitedly celebrating this victory.

However, George’s face was still marked with solemnity; he was well aware that the retreat of the demons was temporary. They were definitely harboring a greater plot.

His own mission was far from over; this was just the beginning of the war, not the end.

Sure enough, rough and deep roars came from a distance, as if emerging from the wilderness, filled with the scent of blood, eliciting an innate fear—the fear of prey before a predator, of sheep and pigs before a butcher.

“Roar——”