Chapter 142: Clash of the Vanguard
The Ashfall Marches were completely painted in black blood.
From my vantage point on the towering iron walls, the battlefield looked like a swirling vortex of absolute violence.
Nyssa's snipers continued to completely lock down the sky.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Another volley of Arcane Penetration Rounds ripped through the dark clouds, shattering the skulls of falling undead thralls and sending massive Abyssal Wyverns crashing into the dirt.
But the ground war was a brutal, grueling stalemate.
The Corrupted Paladins were incredibly resilient. Their dark holy armor repelled standard slashing attacks, and their massive broadswords cleaved through my Beastman infantry with terrifying ease.
They marched in perfect, calculated formations.
"We are taking heavy casualties in the fourth trench," Silas reported through the Arcane Radio on my hip. "The Paladins are using their holy auras to burn the mud, neutralizing our hidden explosive charges."
