Chapter 1958 The Shocked World

1958 The Shocked World

When recalling the Battle by the Baymardian Border, everyone who watched the livestream agrees that it was a complete, one-sided massacre.

With confident smiles, an army of 80,000, matched forward with prideful faces.

Both Witches and Morgs were also working together in this region to bring down destruction upon Baymard.

Soon, they reached the vast clearing, not caring whether they were spotted after knowing that by now, the war on the seas would have definitely started, sending most forces towards that direction.

They had their siege weapons, advanced technology and the confidence to even conquer the entire world.

What's more, they had the Siege Carriage with a protective outer surface that they could hide under il Baymard dared to shoot down any objects from above.

Everyone thought so, until they eventually came to Baymard's position of X-marks the spot.

And then, all they heard were the defeating screams that almost shattered their eardrums.

Eh? Was it about to rain in the end-stages of Spring?

Several enemy forces looked to the skies, wondering where such a loud streak of thunder came from and what were their flashing lights above the walls from earlier?

But before anyone could make heads or tails of the matter, their horses began panicking and running maniacally, as though running for their lives.

Even the horses pulling the many Siege weapons began moving helter-skelter across the open plains, raising their front legs high in a desperate attempt to flee.

Suddenly, the horses seemed to pause in horror, and all enemies seemed to have a hunch of what was about to

come.

BOOM!

The floor shattered and the next thing many knew, they were sent several feet high into the air, flying backwards after getting hit by a hot mysterious force.

Rumble, Rumble-

Dirt, ground, rocks and everything earthy now also flew out haphazardly, shooting out like daggers towards the unfortunate enemies who now had to experience such hell in the world.

Oh My God!

Martha, who was a Witch, coughed and coughed dust particles out her system while hastily throwing her head behind her shoulders.

Dammit!

The hot mist was too great, and terribly scary after hearing screams that sounded like a thousand goats throttled in a distance.

What?

Martha found herself rolling down what seemed like a hole.

Then, she tripped over something, and quickly took over, stabbing the soft item without a moment's haste.

But one second after launching her attack, she realized that the soft object that felt like human flesh, was only an arm length and nothing more.

Ahh!

Let's see you wear a suit that releases claws. And midway through battle, the enemy punches that part where the mechanism was, now making it so that when you release the claws they first scrap you, or worse, one of them might be bent and pierces into your flesh instead.

Well, Baymard's many cool gadgets had protective boundaries and would never harm the wearer no matter what happens to the exterior.

Huh.

Several Baymardians calculated and punched the edges of the shields these people held, causing the shield to tilt towards the enemy's face.

And then... Ahhhh!

Several people screamed in horror when feeling the sharp edges of their Morg enhanced shields now dig into their faces and even their necks.

***!

Were these bastards using the sharpness of their own weapons against them?

(#0#!)

Boom! Boom! Bam! Boom!

"Ahhh!... I can't see! I can't see!... Help me sisters... help me!"

The shock from the cannon and many missiles had led to the current situation. Blood oozed down Martha's

eyes as she hurriedly called out to her dear Witchly sisters.

It's not supposed to be like this.

This is not how it's supposed to go.

Dread filled Martha's face, calling out to the nearby Witches for assistance. Sadly, what she heard were

screams similar to hers.

"My ears I can't hear a thing. What have we done to offend our Goddess of Sorcery for her to treat us this

way?"

"Ahhh! I can't feel my legs... my legs! Where is my right leg? Where is it? No! We should have never agreed on any bloody alliance with our enemies!"

"I lead Witch Jamila!... It's all her fault! Because of her many wrong decisions over the years, we are now being

punished by our goddess!"

(>>TAT:>>)

Room! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rains of terror never ceased.

The war on the walls was over faster than that on the scas, as Baymard went all out, sending missiles, using cannons, using grenades, and so on.

With the enemy holding no hostages, they found that although it proved difficult, they still managed to eliminate all 80,000 people in barely 2 hours tops.

And then, they began cleaning up, shifting the attention of the onlookers, back to the war at sea.