At this moment, a mighty torrent of poison poured down from the sky like a waterfall.
"Ssss!"
The water-cutting network of Gauss wasn’t completely airtight.
Poison continued to seep through the shell.
"Sizzle!"
The poison splashed on the ground, accompanied by rising white smoke, leaving large pitted craters.
Gauss and his group naturally couldn’t entirely avoid it.
Fortunately, the poison spell attack was widespread, but not strong enough to be insurmountable.
The Gauss Position that Gauss cast on everyone tightly enclosed them like armor.
The magic-infused poison kept gnawing at that protective position, but was unable to breach it quickly.
Just as they were about to reach the front of the tent.
The ogre warriors, clad in heavy iron armor and wielding large shields, lined up like moving mountains.
Gauss squinted slightly.
He sensed a more powerful aura emanating from these orderly-moving ogre warriors.
They were shrouded in an invisible force, each step like a war drum’s beat.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
They took a few steps.
The surrounding ground began to tremble.
The monster legion continued to surround them from both sides and behind, and suddenly, Gauss felt a sense of helplessness sinking into a quagmire.
Even though he was determined to kill the enemy, the resistance felt like invisible hands constantly dragging his body back.
"You’re doomed."
"This will be your burial place."
Whispers echoed in Gauss’s ears.
The invisible but omnipresent fear, pain, and despair hovered over the battlefield, combined with the drumbeats of ogre warriors’ heavy shields striking the ground, slicing into the minds of every member of Gauss’s team like a cleaver.
A scene from Albena’s childhood seemed to flash before her eyes, where she was thrown into a pit by her tribe’s parents to fight a dire wolf, its ferocious fangs bared as it slowly approached her, hot breath spraying on her face...
The others seemed to fall into some fear as well.
Gauss was the first to regain consciousness.
As soon as the most terrifying image of his memory emerged, he broke free from it.
All thanks to his strong soul power.
"Huh—"
He quickly woke his companions around him.
Perhaps due to his high profession level, or having made preparations, Abelhard regained consciousness before Gauss acted.
"Be careful, everyone."
Gauss warned.
He had slaughtered hundreds of monsters on his way here, yet there were still many surrounding them.
He withdrew the water net and used water manipulation to form a longbow. The previous combat style could not last long; it consumed too much magic power.
He quickly shot several arrows at those ogre warriors.
"Boom!"
Magic arrows pierced through the large shields in front of the ogres, killing several ogre warriors on the spot.
But fear was still absent from the eyes of the surrounding monsters.
"Oooooo!!!"
With the sound of horns, monsters from all directions launched a charge.
"Kill!"
Everyone stood back-to-back, forming a circle.
Albena took a deep breath.
She gripped her large axe tightly, swinging it like wind towards the monsters charging at her.
If she were alone in this encircling quagmire, she might indeed feel powerless.
But having companions to rely on gave her the courage to fight.
"Hah!"
A slash several meters long swept out.
Like willow leaves, it swept across the battlefield.
Dozens of monsters were caught and slaughtered.
"Moonlight Radiance!"
Amidst the clouds overhead, a silver moon crawled out quietly.
Under the moonlit night, this spell, which was almost a perfect match for Aaliyah, unleashed far greater power than usual.
A long beam of light shot forth from her wooden staff.
"Scorching" the monsters along the beam of light.
The red dragon Hephaestus spewed Dragon Breath, while Abelhard’s figure, like a phantom, drew several slashes in the air. Suddenly, the solidified air shattered, and the monsters that had been running abruptly stopped, only to disintegrate into pieces the next moment.
Several dark shadows danced among the monster horde, each sharp spear easily piercing through the enemies’ bodies.
But...
There were too many monsters... too many...
Even with the front monsters dying, those behind continued their charge.
This is the terrifying aspect of monster armies: low-level monsters are more easily bewitched and manipulated, demonstrating fearless ferocity.
Moreover, more monsters kept retreating from the city wall direction, intent on slaughtering this group who had penetrated deep into enemy territory.
Clearly, the priority of their strike team had been elevated before the town fell.
"Bang!"
Gauss unleashed a Fireball Technique in the direction of the tent.
But it was quickly neutralized by an invisible shield.
Gauss squinted, enduring the slight pain in his abdomen, as he tossed several magic stones into his mouth, chewed them up, and swallowed.
By this point tonight, the amount of magic power he had consumed reached a rather exaggerated level.
He dared to believe he could even surpass the total magic power a caster at the Extraordinary Level possessed.
Whether it was the continuous and frequent Fireball Technique, water manipulation, or the cumulative release of Magic Missile like cannonballs, all demanded substantial magic power.
Besides having rich magic power inherently, he relied on the racial talent of his special stomach.
However, there was a limit to the short-term absorption and digestion frequency of magic stones, these special high-energy minerals.