Chapter 388 - 133: A Great Victory! Lynch Gains Immensely

Chapter 388: Chapter 133: A Great Victory! Lynch Gains Immensely

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"Enemy attack! Protect the Battle Group Commander!"

"Dammit, it’s a trap!"

The camp instantly descended into chaos. The Fallen Ranger’s Personal Guards rushed forward, trying to rescue him.

"Hahaha, you idiots! You’re only realizing it now? Too late!" Jinke let out a maniacal laugh, the kind goblins were known for. "Brothers, kill them all!"

At his words, the Giants, who had eaten and drunk their fill, wiped their mouths and abruptly stood up.

They had known the plan all along. Even while feasting, they had kept their weapons at hand. Now, they snatched them up, roaring as they lunged at the surrounding allied Soldiers.

Meanwhile, the drunkenness in the eyes of the Warriors and Wanderers disguised as the Blue Scarf vanished in an instant, and they bared their fangs.

Daggers and shortswords slid from their sleeves into their waiting hands. With practiced ease, they slit the throats of the officers beside them.

At the same time.

"CRACK!"

With a single squeeze of its massive claw, the Abyssal Demon snapped the neck of the renowned Fallen Ranger. His head drooped lifelessly.

Even in death, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

In an instant, blood stained the white jade sarcophagus red.

The sight made the Iron Fang Battle Group’s commander’s eyes burn with fury.

"You damn beasts! I’ll kill you!"

He roared, and his battle aura erupted from his body, instantly forming a protective shield that forcefully repelled several charging Giants.

Surrounded by his Personal Guard, he fought as he retreated, soon reaching a small hill a short distance away.

"Archers! Crossbowmen! Shoot that monster down!" the Iron Fang commander roared. "Spearmen, form ranks and surround it! Turn that demon into a pincushion!"

Although the nearby elite Soldiers were in a panic due to the sudden turn of events, they were well-trained troops. At the Iron Fang commander’s order, they responded immediately and quickly formed up.

Sword-and-shield troops formed the front line, with spearmen behind them. Archers and crossbowmen arranged themselves further back. Soon, a rain of arrows flew toward the Abyssal Demon.

"CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!"

A dense shower of metallic clangs rang out.

However, a despairing scene unfolded.

The Abyssal Demon simply gave a slight flap of its wings, rising from the sarcophagus to hover more than ten meters in the air.

The arrows and crossbow bolts that struck it were deflected by its dense Scale Armor, producing a series of crisp impacts. Most didn’t even leave a white scratch.

This Abyssal Demon was, of course, Lynch’s Lifebound Profound Corpse, Xuan Yi.

"Heh heh..."

A ghostly green Soul Fire burned brightly in Xuan Yi’s eye sockets. With a wave of its massive hand, a Death Banner materialized and unfurled.

"WWHHMMMM—"

A huge spatial vortex formed beneath the banner. Then, a massive number of Skeleton Servants and a Zombie Corps of a hundred strong surged out, rushing toward the allied army like a black tide.

"ROOOAR—"

A series of deafening roars from the undead echoed across the battlefield.

The Skeletons, Soul Fire dancing in their eye sockets, brandished all manner of rusted weapons as they clashed with the charging allied Soldiers.

Among them, several Tier Three and Tier Four Skeleton Guards, along with a few Purple Zombies emanating a palpable Evil Qi, were particularly devastating. Wherever they passed, allied Soldiers fell like fields of wheat.

But the most eye-catching of all was the little Vampire, Esther.

She flapped her tiny bat wings, her phantom-like figure weaving effortlessly through the battlefield.

With her incredible agility and elusive Body Technique, no Tier Two or Tier Three enemy she targeted could escape her attack.

She would sink her sharp fangs into their necks, draining a living person into a withered husk in moments.

"AHHH—"

"Monsters! There are monsters!"

The entire central encampment descended into utter pandemonium.

The Iron Fang commander was both shocked and enraged. Watching his elite troops fall back again and again under the assault of the Undead and Giants, a chill crept into his heart.

While roaring for his Soldiers to continue the siege, he discreetly began to move backward, looking for a chance to slip away.

However, before he could get far, a huge commotion erupted from the outskirts of the camp.

"CHAAARGE—!!"

"For the Iron Wall Battle Group! Kill all these Blue Scarf bastards!"

"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

It was the sound of a volley of muskets—dense and muffled, like the drumbeat of death itself.

"It’s bad, my lord! The Iron Wall Battle Group is attacking!" A blood-soaked messenger came stumbling and crawling over, his grimy face filled with terror. "They... they’re pouring in from all sides!"

"What?!" The Iron Fang commander’s face went white as a sheet. ’How is that possible? Isn’t that old tortoise Leonard only good at defense? How dare he leave the city?!’

But now, there was no one left to answer his question.

On the outskirts of the camp, the Soldiers of the Iron Wall Battle Group were already pouring into the Blue Scarf’s encampment from all directions, like tigers descending a mountain.

The force responsible for the left-flank assault was the Iron Wall Battle Group’s Sixth Battle Battalion.

Ever since Amadis Hayes became its commander, the Sixth Battle Battalion—once an unremarkable part of the Iron Wall Battle Group—had undergone a complete transformation.

There were two main reasons for this:

First, Amadis’s family held a majority stake in a central trading port. They weren’t just wealthy; they were absurdly rich. She also personally owned numerous prosperous territories.