Chapter 162 I Refuse To Retreat!.

In an instant, Mort felt a sharp pain on his cheek as a projectile whizzed past him, followed by a barrage of gunfire from the elves in front of them. The chaos of the battlefield intensified as more and more soldiers fell to the deadly rain of bullets.

Mort quickly realized the gravity of the situation and bellowed, "Raise your shields!" He immediately summoned a magic circle to deflect the bullets, and most of the soldiers followed suit.

However, not everyone reacted fast enough, and the ground was soon littered with the bodies of fallen soldiers.

The deafening sound of gunfire echoed across the battlefield, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder. Mort gritted his teeth, determined to find a way to destroy the opposite team.

Halting on his horse, Mort noticed that the magic shield in front of him was gradually losing its resilience as more bullets rained in.

The sound of more soldiers falling even though they had magic shields in front of them resounded in the air.

Mort clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes glinting with determination as he led the charge towards Sato's forces. His magic shield flickered as it absorbed the incoming attacks from the enemy, the double layer providing extra protection.

He barked out orders to his troops, directing them to take specific positions and attack with precision.

The marksman fell back to a safe distance, their arrows aimed and ready to strike. The cavalry charged forward with Mort, their hooves thundering across the battlefield.

Despite the chaos of exploding landmines and bullets whizzing past them, the soldiers moved with precision and purpose.

They reformed their formation, each member taking their place with practiced efficiency. The sounds of soldiers being caught off guard by landmines had lessened, indicating that they were adapting to the situation.

Mort's eyes scanned the battlefield, analyzing the enemy's movements and anticipating their next move.

As they rode towards the enemy lines, a female soldier who was riding beside Mort spoke up, her voice urgent and tense, "General Mort, please instruct our troops to retreat. The enemy has us beat if we keep advancing like this."

Mort's face twisted in anger at the suggestion, "No," he replied firmly, "We keep our heads high and continue our assault. Their little trick will prove useless when we get close and begin slaughtering them like animals."

The sound of gunfire continued to ring out, and Mort's double layered magic shields crackled with the force of the bullets hitting them. One of the bullets managed to pierce through the shields, causing Mort's eyes to widen in anger.

"I refuse to retreat so early in the battle," Mort muttered to himself, his hatred for the enemy evident on his face. "Not when The Majesty is present. I'll crush them myself if I have to."

Divanchi had a smile on her face when she noticed that Fiona was already advancing with a counter attack. She reached for her earpiece and reported, "Master, the enemy are still advancing".

[Expected, ready the missiles and aim them directly at any group of Marksmen, they should be your primary target], Sato, who was watching the whole thing from the cliff, responded.

"Right on it." Divanchi answered back, she looked at the elves and instructed them to keep firing their rifles while she made her way toward Ciron who was monitoring the missile launchers.

"Ciron!" Divanchi called out as she approached him.

As she made her way towards Ciron, she could see the excitement written all over his face. The anticipation of finally using the missiles was almost too much for him to handle. "Is it time?" he asked eagerly as she approached.

"Yes, but make sure to aim only at the groups of marksmen," Divanchi instructed, her voice filled with authority.

Ciron's eyes lit up with excitement as he began to input the coordinates into the missile launcher. "Finally!" he exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Carion ran towards one of the missile launchers, where he had kept a joystick and a goggle-like helmet. He put on the helmet, which allowed him to aim more effectively at wherever he wanted the missiles to be projected.

"Only the Marksmen right?," Carion asked Divanchi, gripping the joystick tightly.

"Marksmen only," Divanchi replied.

"Good." Carion zoomed in on the group of marksmen moving behind the cavalry and infirmary. He could see the marksmen had their bows and arrows ready to fire, but little did they know a loud, booming present was waiting for them.

With a grin, Carion pressed the red button on the missile launcher with his middle finger, and like speeding rockets, the missiles charged out of the launchers and straight at their targets.

One of the demon marksmen noticed the missile speeding toward him but his lack of knowledge about what it was made him curious.

"What is that?" The markman asked the demon beside him as he looked to the sky to see many more charging toward them.

"Are those… big arrows?" The demon responded, his curiosity suddenly vanished as he yelled, "It's an arrow! Quick! Put up your shield! I'll warn the others!".

The demon immediately took to his heels, heading toward the next squad to warn them about the missiles, but before he could get close, a powerful missile landed on the squad he was about to approach.

A loud boom came after as the place exploded in flames, causing the demon to jet backward from the shockwave. His back slammed against the ground with his face filled with fear.

The demon frantically scrambled to his feet, trying to regain his composure as the ground shook beneath him from the impact of the missile. His ears were ringing from the deafening blast as he looked around, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding around him.

In the distance, he could see plumes of smoke rising from where the missiles had landed, signaling destruction and death. The demon felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the true nature of these weapons.

He stumbled forward, his legs feeling weak as he tried to move away from the area. But it was too late. Another missile hit his squad, causing a blinding flash of light and a wave of heat that knocked him off his feet once again.

As he lay on the ground, dazed and disoriented, the demon realized that the battle had just taken a deadly turn. The enemy had a new weapon, and it was devastating