Supreme Lord: I can extract everything! Chapter 1117: Rise of a New Era IX

"Organize the defense!" A middle-aged Silverfang roared from atop the settlement walls. Signaling toward the ballistae, he raised his arms as the massive bolts were drawn back, then swung his hand down the moment the crab monsters entered their killing zone. The heavy projectiles whistled through the air, finding their marks with a sickening crunch.

Though several crabs shrieked in agony, the majority of those hit collapsed instantly. The ballistae bolts functioned perfectly, shattering the thick carapaces and burying themselves deep within the soft flesh beneath. For a brief moment, the sound of breaking shells dominated the air, yet it was quickly drowned out. The roar of over a hundred thousand panicked monsters created a far more terrifying cacophony.

"Reload and fire again!" the man commanded, grabbing a bow to join the remaining archers. He nocked an arrow, drew the string to its limit, and released. Following his lead, the other Archers infused their bows and arrows with as much energy as the wood could withstand before letting loose a volley of glowing projectiles. The arrows traced magnificent arcs through the sky until they slammed into the serpents. Upon impact, the unstable energy within the arrows detonated, slaughtering the creatures instantly.

Hundreds of beasts perished in the following seconds, yet it was insufficient. The sheer scale of the monster horde was too great to handle all at once.

"Silvarean Tigers!" someone bellowed. Immediately, the Summons who had reached Tier-4 sprang into action. Without a hint of hesitation, they leaped from the settlement walls to intercept the advancing horde. As they lunged forward, thick fur sprouted across their skin. Their forms expanded and stretched, while their hands shifted into jagged claws.

Some Summons grew in size while remaining upright, while others shifted entirely into massive Tigers the size of a sedan. A few transformed into even larger beasts, standing over two meters tall and stretching six meters in length. Their most daunting features, however, were their fangs. These two elongated, razor-sharp tusks sliced through crab shells as easily as a hot blade through butter.

These were the Silvarean Sabertooth Tigers, an elite evolution of the standard Silvarean Tiger. With muscles bulging, they surged forward, dodging the initial strikes of the serpents to shred their foes with powerful claws. Their strikes carved deep into the enemy ranks, killing with a single hit—the natural result of Higher Lifeforms engaging a swarm of Lesser Lifeforms.

While most of the attacking sea creatures were low-level, a few High Beasts moved among them, possessing genuine power. Utilizing their natural agility, they bypassed the Silvarean Tigers and reached the settlement walls, only to be met by a barrage of arrows, crossbow bolts, and ballistae rounds.

Even though the majority of the Silverfang Summons were not dedicated warriors, everyone contributed. No one was willing to sit idle while the combatants fought. Consequently, the armory was thrown open, and every available crossbow and bolt was distributed. Crossbows were rushed to the ramparts, where defenders fired volleys before swapping the empty weapons for loaded ones. The spent cartridges were quickly refilled as the strings were winched back into place.

Even the youths assisted, sprinting to fetch tools, weapons, and supplies from the warehouses. They hurried back and forth to keep the front lines stocked, helping in any way they could. Meanwhile, the warriors were slaying enemies by the thousands, yet the tide remained relentless.

By the time the monsters reached the base of the walls, over 20,000 maritime creatures had been slain, leaving at least 80,000 more to continue the assault.

"Open the gates and charge!" a Silverfang Champion commanded. The guards followed the order despite their internal dread. Over three thousand Silverfangs stood ready, prepared to rush out of the safety of the settlement.

As the gates swung wide, a brutal melee erupted between the sea monsters and the Silverfang Summons.

The battle hung in a precarious balance. The Silverfang Summons pushed back, slaughtering dozens of serpents and crabs, but some monsters managed to scramble over the growing mounds of carcasses at the entrance. Furthermore, more creatures began scaling the settlement walls. They were met with arrows and bolts through their eyes and vitals, yet the defenders began to feel the weight of fear.

Some defenders cried out in terror rather than physical pain as more monsters breached the perimeter. One screaming defender was nearly crushed by a crab monster’s pincers when a sharp squeal pierced the air. A blue blur dropped from the heavens; powerful talons gripped the crab, shattering its shell instantly before hoisting it into the sky. A freezing gust swept through the area just before the crab—now frozen solid—smashed back down onto another monster. The frozen carcass shattered into a thousand shards, crushing its kin beneath it.

The young defender, who had been paralyzed with fear, looked up to see the progeny of Caesus. It was the Frostglider Eagle accompanied by his brood.

"Our Lord has not abandoned us!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Although their Lord was currently locked in a struggle with the Ocean Dragon, it did not mean they were left defenseless.

The Lord’s children remained to shield them.

They were arriving.

And they were furious.

A legion of Goblins raced across the plains, their shrill cackling cutting through the night until it collided with the roars of the maritime horde.

The Goblin army moved with great speed and would soon hit the settlement, but the Frostglider Eagles and Shadowbane Spiders were even faster.

They had already joined the fray, with spiders emerging from the very shadows of their foes to execute them before they could react.

The Shadowbane Spiders were swift and lethal, ending enemies in a heartbeat, while the Frostglider Eagles toyed with the High Beasts. They dragged the creatures into the clouds, froze them with lethal breath, and dropped them as icy boulders to crush the enemies below.

To them, it was sport.

Yet the battle was far from over, as more reinforcements crawled from the ocean.

But that was perfectly fine. The Goblins were still hungry for their first taste of blood.