Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2693: 1480:
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
Amid the vast battlefield enveloped in shadows and malice, Leo Ray directed our golem puppets to charge forward with renewed energy, relentlessly hammering the enemy lines where the undead cowered in their defenses.
In particular, the cavalry unit led by old Gary kept launching fierce attacks on the enemy's sides, sending numerous undead staggering with their shields in disarray, leaving the foes overwhelmed and unable to guard every front.
Yet, the opposing ranks still contained a substantial force of undead clad in thick armor, several of which towered massively with dense bones, reaching almost three meters in height, clearly a type of beastman undead.
Even with these beastman undead brandishing massive shields and proving masters of fortification, our high spirits couldn't push through quickly, showing no immediate breakthrough against the enemy.
Furthermore, the enemy's Bone Explosion Skill posed a major hindrance to our efforts. Each time an undead warrior collapsed, fragments of bone burst outward in a violent spray, unleashing surges of lethal force that hurled our golem puppets backward.
“Human clan kid, if we let the enemy stall us any longer, things could get really bad.”
The individual in the pink hood creased their forehead deeply at the sight.
Not just the one in the pink hood, but old Gary and the stone spirits controlling the golem puppets shared the identical grave look.
All present knew full well that as our forces clashed intensely with the undead, the powerhouses in the distant city realm kept slaughtering one another due to the demon's sway. Should this drag on, the result was all too predictable.
Besides, the foe's undead horde stayed overwhelmingly numerous; even deploying Frank’s unique ability wouldn't eliminate such a multitude of undead troops. Put simply, our window of opportunity was razor-thin.
“Keep the formation tight, that human clan pest has run out of tricks!”
Noticing our pause, the Witch Demon Leader flashed a wicked grin, persisting with their strategies to block our momentum eagerly.
“True enough, my wide-area assault scrolls and Tier 6 summon scrolls are completely used up, with only a few Tier 5 summon scrolls left, yet that doesn't imply I've got no way to shatter this impasse.”
Positioned at the heart of our ranks, Leo Ray stayed composed, mentally mapping out the upcoming action.
As Leo Ray swept his arm dramatically, a thousand flying undead beasts materialized from nowhere, bellowing as they dove toward the enemy lines—a backup force courtesy of Frank.
As an undead mage specializing in beast control, he always traveled with a hefty collection of undead beasts, among them these aerial variants.
“Human clan kid, you really do have backup plans!”
Watching our flying undead swarm into the air together, the eyes of the person in the pink hood sparkled at first, only to fade shortly after.
One look revealed that these flying undead came in assorted forms, yet all were invariably low-level flying creatures under Tier 2, packed with plenty of feeble orioles!
Realizing this, the person's eyes almost bulged in shock. At such a pivotal juncture hanging between survival and doom, why was this human clan kid ordering the beast tamer to unleash a bunch of playthings like these?
Setting aside those trivial Tier 2 creatures, even Tier 3 ones barely scratched the surface against Tier 5 undead!
“Haha, that kid's truly cornered now, pulling out this junk to embarrass himself!”
The Witch Demon Leader eyed the rapidly closing but innocuous flying undead beasts with growing aggression, directing the witch demons below: “The enemy's just attempting to distract us—pay no mind to those playthings, stick to bolstering the ground defenses!”
Moments later, as the flying undead beasts arrived overhead in the enemy ranks, a barrage of magical blasts echoed loudly through their formation.
Amid the packed undead forces, bursts of fire ignited successively, shockwaves from the magical detonations flung multiple layers of undead aside, sparking instant turmoil in the enemy's setup.
“What’s going on?”
Feeling the intense energy pulses rising nonstop from the enemy side, the person with the pink hood blinked hard, making sure their vision held true.
Focusing intently, the person with the pink hood spotted countless black, fist-sized orbs hurtling toward the enemy lines, serving as the origin of those magical blasts!
Obviously, the source of these dark round items was plain to see; they had been released by those seemingly worthless Tier 2 flying undead!
High in the sky, the flying undead kept unclenching their skeletal talons around the orbs, sparking successive massive fireballs across the terrain below.
Given the orbs' tiny dimensions and the pitch-black surroundings, they stayed unseen until the flying undead let them drop from their grasp!
“Ah, so that was the human clan kid’s real strategy!”
Grasping what had unfolded, despite the thrilled surface, a trace of bewilderment crossed the hidden features of the person with the pink hood.
Just what were these hand-held spheres?
“Those are alchemy bombs.”
Leo Ray offered a subtle grin, resolving the other's bewilderment.
“Alchemy bombs? You're joking!”
The tone of the person with the pink hood spiked with shock once more, exclaiming involuntarily.