"All ballista carts switch to armor-piercing arrows, all catapults prepare explosive boulders. No unauthorized attacks; act only on my command."
The entire Tavelan City was on high alert, bustling with nervous order.
Last night, with the real-ti broadcast of the divine projection of the Statue of the Lady of Strategy, the whole of Tavelan City witnessed the army formation soul of the Tukan people, understanding their unique strength.
Perhaps because its power was not fully displayed and was quickly defeated by the combined efforts of the Totem Avatar and Ard Ray Fish, they were in awe and regarded it seriously, but did not feel despair.
They also had great confidence in Commander Gaven, believing he would find a way to counter the enemy’s attacks.
"Ballista carts, fire."
Only half a second passed.
"Catapults, fire."
With an order, the thrumming buzz of bowstrings rang throughout the battlents of Tavelan City once more.
Over a thousand crossbow arrows, accompanied by piercing whistles, rained down on the five army formations. The hefty arrowheads glowed with blinding magical auras.
This signified that they were not ordinary crossbow arrows but enchanted magic crossbow arrows with powerful armor-piercing effects.
The stockpile of such armor-piercing arrows in Tavelan City was significant, as they were potent weapons in naval warfare. Even the mighty three-masted warships, with their heavy hulls, could be punctured by an arrow. Conversely, they were costly, with each arrow priced at five hundred gold coins. This volley alone cost fifty thousand gold coins.
But to protect the city, the rulers of Tavelan spared no expense.
The armor-piercing arrows lived up to their high cost. When the invisible barriers of the army formation soul appeared to protect the troops, the arrows didn’t deflect like ordinary ones. Instead, they spun rapidly, gaining a secondary boost and tearing through the formation’s defenses, landing among the troops.
Even the lightly-armored mounted archers, let alone the Tukan heavy cavalry clad in Far East Bright Armor, were like paper against these rapidly spinning armor-piercing crossbow arrows. Wherever they struck, they left a bowl-sized hole.
They pierced through several people in a row before their montum finally halted.
Just one round of volleys downed nearly a thousand Tukan cavalry on the charge.
These armor-piercing crossbow arrows were rely there to clear the path, responsible for breaching the formation soul’s long-range protective capabilities. The true killing blow was the explosive boulders launched right after.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The intense sound of explosions was unending.
These explosive boulders were essentially a launched version of the Dragon’s Breath Tremor Bombs.
The gnoll trap makers synchronized the Dragon’s Breath Tremor Bombs, deeply embedding them in the catapult stones, which would automatically detonate upon the violent impact on landing.
Earth and stones flew, flas, strong acid, and negative energy shockwaves swept across dozens of ters, toppling countless Tukan cavalryn.
Before they could even scream, the rumbling sound of hooves drowned them out.
The Tukan cavalry behind them hesitated not, galloping directly over the bodies of the fallen.
In such a massive charge, any hesitation could turn the person hesitating into the deceased.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Tukan’s counterattack arrived.
The massive army formation souls had already ford gigantic bows, shooting arrows at Tavelan City.
Five energy arrows, like siege hamrs, arrived in an instant.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The defensive maze lock of Tavelan City was like a re decoration in front of these giant energy arrows, effortlessly penetrated. Imdiately, loud booms echoed on the battlents of Tavelan City.
At the points of impact, people, ballista carts, and catapults were blasted away, and even the city walls had a chunk taken out, creating five massive holes.
This exchange of fire lasted only three rounds before the five army formation souls of the Tukan people detached and slamd heavily against the walls of Tavelan City.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Five consecutive intense collision and explosion sounds could be clearly heard throughout most of Tavelan City, followed by violent tremors. Fragile items on several streets near the explosions shattered in countless pieces.
The walls collapsed.
Just like Mosantiel City before, the tall walls couldn’t withstand the combined assault of the Tukan people’s army formation soul.
The areas attacked suffered large-scale collapse, especially the gates that were a primary target, which shattered into countless pieces, flying back and revealing a dark maw, like a beast’s mouth ready to devour life.
The Tukan people’s army formation soul had already reached the realm of divine power. To counter it, one had to either employ similar attack thods or disrupt them before they fully ford.
Otherwise, few things could withstand such a ferocious attack.
Based on the reactions of the Tukan soldiers, this thod of using the army formation soul to directly crash into the walls was not without impact.
Everyone’s spirits were much more downcast, so even oozing blood from their orifices, and so soldiers and their horses simply collapsed, lifeless.
The army formation soul was ford by the faith and belief of the soldiers, directly connected to their spirits. When it was violently destroyed, the resulting recoil would feed back to the user.
Simply put, it caused ntal recoil damage.
This ntal recoil damage directly affected the psyche, with no way to employ saving throws—one could only endure it.
This was the price that had to be paid for wielding such powerful forces beyond one’s rank.
The total amount of ntal recoil damage was set; the more people sharing the load, the less damage each individual received, and vice versa.
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