Apart from the regular soldiers and reserve teams quickly finding their positions before and on top the wall or platforms the number of war machines were much greater than before. Even if they were damaged they were brought into the fray as a single successful shot could mean the death of one more monster.
Ballistae lined the top of the northern wall with skilled marksman standing behind them, preparing to launch the last of the town's bolts without restraint.
Vats of boiling oil were not only placed beside the ranger corps for their fire arrows but also at various strategic crenels allowing the boiling liquid to be dropped onto the battlefield below, scalding any monsters that dared to climb the wall.
Hidden behind the towering wall at differing levels were trebuchets, large, long range war machines that could hurtle massive rocks into the enemy lines. Unfortunately only one was in decent condition, two beyond repair and another two with partial damage, likely only able to get out a couple shots before breaking apart.
Of course along with war machines there were the many magic devices that relied on magic crystals for fuel. Mana gatherers, amplifiers, the solar dawn as well as several other nick knacks that synergised with certain squads.
Hamon ordered for everything to be brought out and used to their absolute limits, wear and tear, ammunition and even effectiveness was ignored. If it had the potential to kill or even maim it was brought to the battlefield in a last ditch effort to last through the remaining 24 hours or at the very least deal a blow so painful it'd be seared into the hearts of the enemy.
Ton! Ton! Ton! Ton!
A cacophony of footsteps filled the area as everyone took their positions and drew their weapons, staring dead ahead with steely resolve.
"Chuff!" Kiba who was resting in the monster pens arrived from the sky and landed by Frost's side. He proceeded to rub his head against his master's hand affectionately, an attempt to hide his fear as well as overwhelming excitement. Finally he would fight by Frost's side, as a team instead of being relegated to injured recovery.
"It's alright Kiba you'll get your chance to see action but promise me that you'll listen to my orders without any resistance." Frost rubbed the tiger's fluffy head as he spoke, his heart warming as he did.
"Chufff" Kiba responded positively instantly, he may be young, but he was quite wise for his age. He knew that the enemies he and his master would be pitted against would be stronger than himself therefore if he didn't want to become deadweight he needed to strictly adhere to Frost's commands.
"Good boy. Let's go" With a strong nod Frost jumped onto Kiba's back and the two of them descended from the wall, joining the frontlines.
Once everyone was in position an eery silence covered the area and cold sweat started to drip down the necks of those present. A stifling pressure, a looming fear gripped their hearts as time crawled forward without any change.
"Hold your ground, keep those weapons raised!" Hamon roared while clenching his jaw, also feeling that something big was coming.
Don! Don! Don! Don! Don!
An invisible clash appeared in the air between the two forces and the fear induced soldiers felt an instant reprieve however time was not on their side and besides even without the strangling pressure they were still faced with the charge of creatures weighing several tons, a daunting prospect.
Even with their preparation and the Majors stepping forward, this charge of mammoths could very well break them.
Thankfully however such a thing wouldn't come to pass.
A second before the mammoths were about to smash into the frontlines a dense green barrier grew from the ground, encapsulating the northern wall and all the forces defending it.
Baaaaaaannnnnnnngggggggg!
The line of mammoths thus smashed into this barrier instead causing it to shake violently and even develop minute cracks but nonetheless stopped them in their tracks, saving the frontline troops from a brutal death.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As though unfazed from smashing headfirst into a solid barrier, the dozens of mammoths repeatedly bashed their tusks and or trunks violently against it, determined to bring down the sudden obstruction.
"Don't relax! The barrier will only last for a few minutes!" Hamon yelled out, his voice finally able to reach his soldiers due to the barrier.
At his word the ranks of frightened soldiers and adventurers started to get back on their feet, their hands tightening around their weapons and resolve once again filling their eyes.
"Get those ballistae prepped and ready to cull these beasts, ready the trebuchets as well. We need to bring these brutes down quickly otherwise our defensive line will be decimated by their overwhelming mass!" Hamon bellowed out order after order as did Douglas. The both of them knew the direness of the situation.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The minute cracks on the barrier stretched and thickened with every attack, even with multiple high quality monster crystals maintaining such a large area against such strong and numerous foes for any length of time was strenuous.
"Tsk! Bastards really did have one last ace in the hole." Frostine who was bringing up the rear and kitted out in a full ice armour loudly complained, annoyed by the fact that the bugs kept up their futile resistance.
"Hahahahaha that's great I was worried this battle would be dull, hopefully they have even more up their sleeves." The voice of a young man replied to Frostine however this young man was practically 10 metres tall and riding upon a mammoth that put every one of the creatures attacking the barrier to shame, he was Valend.