Chapter 540: Charge
On the left flank of the Allied forces, a heavy tank force composed of over 140 white elephants and rhinoceroses has been deployed in front of the lines.
The five level 35 mammoth war elephant captains, like five moving mountains, with a shoulder height of over 15 meters, steadily guarded the front of the formation.
About fifty meters behind them, fifty thousand cavalrymen maintained a disciplined formation, completing the final confirmation of their formation.
Further on, 75,000 infantrymen lined up in formation, their vanguard already positioned parallel to the cavalry.
When the Nightmare Army and the Allied Central Army were completely entangled in battle, the Allied Counterattack finally sounded on both flanks of the battlefield.
"For glory! Charge!"
With a deafening roar, the mammoth war elephants accelerated first, followed closely by white elephants and rhinoceroses, like hundreds of heavy chariots, and under the leadership of five mammoth captains, they crashed into the right flank of the Nightmare army.
"Shadow Bolt!"
Within the Nightmare army, countless writhing shadows reacted immediately, sending fist-sized balls of shadow energy, trailing dark purple streaks, arcing towards the charging behemoth.
With the support of a massive army, each Shadow Bullet dealt an astonishing 200 damage.
However, these attacks only caused negligible sparks when they landed on the Mammoth War Elephant Captain.
【Mammoth Body】 Passive effect activated! When on all fours, the defense assessment for attacks on the elephant's body is calculated based on the total defense of the entire body.
With a defense rating of up to 350, these shadow bullets are like a tickle to the body, while their head, a weak point, is firmly protected by their agile long noses.
The Nightmare Shadowweaver's mental pulses spread wildly through the Nightmare army, the command simple and direct: Concentrate firepower and stop them!
The Corpse Men began to gather at the front, drawn from various places by the Shadow Weaver's mental pulses, forming several dense walls of corpses along the Mammoth Captain's charge path.
The grayish-white bodies were piled up in layers, with the front row squatting, the second row half-squatting, and the third row standing, forming a temporary wall of flesh and blood.
"【Qin Crossbow - Rapid Fire】!"
On the back of the Mammoth Captain, two thousand-man commanders simultaneously raised the Qin crossbows at their waists.
The bowstring on the crossbow arm fired continuously, and the bolts sprayed out in a fan shape, piercing the heads and chests of the rotting corpses in the front row.
Ten thousand men opened fire simultaneously, and crossbow bolts rained down on the ranks of the rotting corpses. The front row of corpses collapsed row after row under the intense barrage.
But the rotting corpses in the back row immediately stepped on their companions' corpses to fill the gaps, and the thickness of the wall of corpses did not decrease at all.
"Don't waste your bolts!" A second-tier healing awakener leaned out from the arrow tower atop a mammoth and shouted to the thousand-man commander ahead, "Just charge straight in!"
Immediately afterwards, he shouted the order: "Trample!"
The five mammoth captains simultaneously stood upright, their massive 15-meter-tall bodies suddenly growing taller in the firelight. Their forelegs were raised high, casting shadows that shrouded the entire wall of rotting corpses in darkness.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and the next second, the foreleg slammed down!
A fan-shaped shockwave spread out from in front of each mammoth, covering all the decaying corpses within a ten-meter radius.
The power assessment was triggered, and there was an insurmountable gap between the Corpse Man and the Mammoth Captain, so the outcome was a foregone conclusion.
Hundreds of rotting corpses were thrown into the air by the shockwave like kites with broken strings. Their limbs tumbled in the air, their grayish-white skin shimmering with a pale luster in the firelight, before crashing heavily into the ranks of their comrades behind them.
The wall of corpses crumbled into pieces like a wall made of playing cards under the first wave of trampling.
A dozen or so rhinoceroses and white elephants followed closely behind the mammoth. The iron rams tied to the rhinoceros horns pierced through the crumbling wall of corpses, sending the rotting bodies that had not yet hit the ground flying again.
The white elephant's tusks were fitted with barbed iron rings. With a swing of its trunk, it whipped several shadow wolves that tried to pounce from the side into dark purple pieces.
"A breach! A breach has been created! All troops, advance!"
The thousand men on the elephant's back will wave their halberds and send signals to the rear.
The Mammoth Captains did not stop; they trampled over the remains of the rotting men and continued their advance into the depths of the Nightmare Army.
The shadow bullets continued to rain down, but they could no longer stop this torrent of steel.
Rhinoceroses and white elephants surged through the passage cleared by the Mammoth Captain, smashing the Nightmare units on both sides of the gap to pieces.
The shadow wolves attempted to flank the rhinoceros from the side, but their teeth and claws were ineffective against the armored rhinoceros's armor. Instead, several of them were knocked away by the ramming horns on the rhinoceros's horns.
The tentacles of the worm wrapped around the left foreleg of a white elephant. The white elephant simply shook its leg, uprooted the dark mass, and then crushed it with a single stomp.
The gap is widening, rapidly expanding from its initial width of tens of meters to hundreds of meters.
The right flank of the Nightmare Army was melting at a visible speed, as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into butter.
"Cavalry charge!"
From the left flank rear, the horns of 50,000 cavalrymen sounded simultaneously.
The Templar banners fluttered in the firelight, and their lances shifted from vertical to horizontal, the tips lowered at an angle.
Horse hooves shattered the grayish-white hard earth, and tens of thousands of cavalry surged in like a tide through the gap torn open by the tanks, heading straight for the right flank and rear of the Nightmare army.
Willem de Chamblid rode on his grey warhorse, the tip of his lance swaying slightly as the horse galloped.
He is an apprentice knight of the Knights Templar, eighteen years old this year, and this is his first time participating in a large-scale open-world battle.
"Keep formation! Don't scatter!" his instructor, knight Robert, roared to his right front.
Robert, a veteran who had fought for over a decade, glanced at William's tense face and roared, "Don't stare at my back, look ahead! If you encounter a Shadow Wolf, stab its throat; if you encounter a Corpse Man, stab its chest!"
Don't hold your lance horizontally for too long, your arm will get sore! When charging, tuck the lance under your armpit and use the horse's power to ram, not your arm to thrust!
"Understood!" William answered loudly, his voice mostly drowned out by the sound of horses' hooves and horns.
He adjusted the angle of his lance, tucked the butt of the lance under his arm, and aimed the tip at the approaching gap in the Nightmare Array.
The sound of 50,000 cavalrymen crashing into the breach was like a mountain collapsing.
The Templars' heavy lances were the main force of the first wave of attack. Hundreds of lances thrust out simultaneously, their sharp tips piercing through the Shadow Wolves and Corpse Men blocking the way under the enormous impact, pinning these low-level units to the ground.
The novice knights followed closely behind; their lances were half a meter shorter than those of the regular knights, but their impact was equally formidable.
Robert pierced through a shadow wolf that was trying to leap up with a single shot, flinging its corpse off the tip of his gun.
"My gun is jammed!" William's voice came from the right.
His lance pierced the chest of a rotting man, but the tip got stuck between his ribs, and the rotting man's corpse hung on the tip, making it impossible for him to shake it off.
"Let go! Change your sword!"
Robert spurred his horse aside and rammed a shadow wolf that pounced from the side. The iron hooves of his warhorse slammed into the shadow wolf's skull, making a crisp cracking sound.