Knowing that reconciliation was impossible, Walker also no longer held back, directly using artifacts to empower his followers without concern for costs.

Even if he could not hold the city, he would at least take a piece of flesh with him.

Yes, he cannot hold it.

When the enemy army appeared, Walker knew this city could not be defended.

No one understood the strength of these black armored warriors better than he did.

Even mobilizing the entire city and with his empowerment, it was impossible to hold the city.

Interesting.

That plain voice echoed across the battlefield, and the warriors of the night tribe instantly became fervent.

They heard him softly say, "Slay them.

" In an instant, all the warriors of the Night Tribe went mad, howling wildly as they charged forward.

Kill, kill, kill.

All of you die.

Offer your lives to our lord.

As the Knight tribe grew larger with more and more clansmen, the connection between all followers and the eternal Knight King became tighter.

Yet, their opportunities to hear the deity's voice seemed to decrease.

At the beginning of the night tribes establishment, every few days, the clansmen could hear the deity's call.

However, in the past 2 years, they had only heard the deity's voice twice.

Therefore, when the voice of the dark deity rang out, the warriors who received the divine call erupted with terrifying combat power.

There were no enhancements, but it seemed as if everyone had grown stronger.

Chapter 74.

The city falls.

Fight for the wolf god, for the crazed enemy.

We will retaliate with even greater madness, with the blessing of the wolf god.

The Orc warriors are fervent for they have never lost under his leadership.

This time they believe it will be the same.

Even if the enemy is powerful, so strong that they can barely defend themselves.

Under the guidance of the wolf god, they will prevail once again.

Perhaps the process will be difficult.

But victory is surely theirs.

Holding on to this belief, the orc warriors charge bravely towards the enemy and they're cut down with a single blow.

In the name of our Lord, grant you death.

The black armored soldiers have cold eyes and slay the charging enemies with an unbeatable stance.

Their strength may not be great, but their courage is commendable.

This is the assessment of the black armored warriors.

To be able to face death with honesty.

It must be said that these orc warriors are exceptional.

The city gates have been breached, the walls completely occupied, and the fall of the city has become inevitable.

In this situation, to still dare to charge forward indicates they are prepared for death.

But that is all there is to it.

As if they were truly afraid of death.

Under the gaze of the king, death is not frightening.

What is frightening is failing to carry out our lord's orders.

One by one, the orc warriors fall, their bodies covering the ground, the bright red blood completely staining the ground, making it feel wet and thick beneath one's feet.

The Orc warriors are courageous, but courage alone cannot significantly increase their combat power.

The situation still tilts towards the night tribe.

The black armored soldiers advance slowly yet steadily, bestowing death upon these brave souls, which is the greatest respect for the enemy.

When there are no more standing orc warriors on the city wall, this siege will declare victory.

Praise our Lord.

Praise our Lord.

Praise our Lord.

The blood soaked black armored soldiers shout in unison.

The night tribes army marches orderly into the city.

Cavalry in front, infantry behind, flanked by nles and wjons with half- metal giants at the rear.

All the orc residents in the city hide in their homes.

Tightly shutting doors and windows, fearing they might be dragged out and killed by the invaders.

Night battle rides at the forefront, shouting loudly.

Those who come out on their knees shall not be killed.

Those who come out on their knees shall not be killed.

The soldiers behind him echo his words, their voices resounding throughout the city.

Faced with the threat of blades at their throats, the orc residents hiding indoors hesitate only for a moment before they obediently step out of their homes.

Gathering the residents of the city.

Night battle calmly says to these fearful orcs, "You have lost this battle, but you need not worry.

Our Lord is merciful and will not kill you.

So, I hope you'll be sensible and not cause me trouble where there will be no mercy.

Upon hearing this, the residents below all breathe a sigh of relief.

Night Battle then announces a series of orders, including but not limited to sealing the city, prohibiting going out without cause.

At the end of his speech, he raises both hands high, fervently declaring, "You lowly people are fortunate to bask in the divine light of our Lord.

You should be grateful.

Praise our Lord for this is your honor.

The night is about to fall.

The warriors of the night tribe are the first to shout loudly, "Praise the eternal and supreme king of eternal night.

Praise the strongest and holiest lord of darkness.

" The residents of the city hesitate for a moment, seemingly pondering something, and then they see the cold eyes of the surrounding black armored soldiers.

So praise the eternal and supreme king of eternal night.

Praise the strongest and holiest Lord of Darkness.

The true hardliners and devout believers have already perished in the recent defense battle.

The remaining orcs are merely ordinary followers.

This is the border.

Yielding to force is only logical.

However, looking at the shouting crowd, Sushing You can't help but face bomb.

Fortunately, he is wearing a mask so others cannot see his expression.

I remember night battle used to be quite dull.

Who taught him these lines? It's truly impressive watching Knight battle who resembles a preacher.

Sushing Yu feels puzzled, not understanding what has caused such a significant change in him.

Suddenly, Knight Three, who is working overtime, shivers, sensing that something bad is about to come his way.

The main city of the werewolf tribe inside the Lord's mansion.

Walker is extremely angry at the thought of the invader strength.

How could they be so powerful? He cannot understand why the opponent is so strong.

Just a single invasion battle could send out over a 100,000 extraordinary warriors mixed in composition.

Humans, orcs, and small giants.

And most importantly, these warriors are ridiculously strong.

At least all of them at the second tier.

It should be noted that even among Walker's direct werewolf legion, only 2/3 of the warriors have reached the second tier.

Most of Walker's resources have been used on these warriors.

Maintaining a second tier warrior legion is far more difficult than training one.

Cultivation is an endless pit and maintaining the cultivation of an entire legion is an even bigger bottomless pit.

No matter how many resources are poured in, it is never enough.

Walker cannot even imagine how much blood crystal stone would be needed daily to maintain an army of over 100,000 second tier warriors.

However, now is not the time to consider the consumption of blood crystal stones.

If he doesn't come up with a plan soon, Walker feels he might not survive this wave.