Chapter 307: Chapter 301, Full Coverage—1

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At midnight, darkness engulfed the land.

Ten thousand ferocious bats, flew swiftly towards the Undead camp under the cover of night.

Each ferocious bat carried a black round bomb.

This bomb, known as the fire oil bomb, was a miniaturized, improved version of the fire oil tank.

Although its power was reduced, it was easier to carry.

There was no need for any special equipment to throw it.

This was one of the Red Duke’s tactics for fighting against larger numbers with fewer forces.

The ferocious bats, carrying fire oil bombs, would recklessly crash into the enemy ranks once they reached overhead. When the bombs shattered, they would explode and ignite all units in the vicinity.

And once this fire oil was ignited, it was challenging to extinguish.

The more Undead Skeletons they could set on fire, the more intense the fire would become.

The forces at the rear would hence experience less pressure.

Of course, the outcome of the battle and the success of retrieving the iron coffin still relied on the infantry troops behind.

Therefore, while maintaining a certain distance from the ferocious bats, the infantry continued to move forward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The ferocious skeletons got closer and closer to the Undead from above; they were only 300 meters away.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a flare shot up into the sky and exploded.

The bright light illuminated the sky.

Whoosh!

Following the flare, the sound of arrows piercing the air rang out.

The night was thick, making it hard to see the arrows. But the whistling sound of the arrows reached the ears of the Red Duke and the others in the distance.

Bang!

The first ferocious bat was shot down and fell from the sky.

The fire oil bomb under its feet exploded violently, and flames rose from the ground.

Subsequently, under the heavy rain of arrows, ferocious bats kept falling from the sky. As they hit the ground, they ignited fierce fires.

The volley of arrows was so concentrated that there was no need for precise aim.

Even if they couldn’t hit the bats, they could easily shatter the fire oil bombs under them.

Each fire oil bomb exploded in the air, raining down a cascade of flames.

The night was lit up in a shade of orange.

The Blood Clan at the rear watched the bats falling from the fire rain like dumplings in a bewildered manner.

They couldn’t help swallowing nervously.

More than ten thousand ferocious bats carrying fire oil bombs didn’t even reach the air above the enemy camp.

They were almost completely wiped out.

If just one fire oil bomb were to fall into the enemy camp, it might cause a little panic, wouldn’t it?

As expected, the enemy was fully prepared, and it seemed they were just waiting for them to come and offer up their lives.

The Red Duke to one side had a gloomy expression.

Staring at the already dead vanguard, his face betrayed no emotion.

At this point, there was nothing he could do. Even if he knew it was a trap, he had to walk into it.

He had to retrieve the iron coffin from the enemy’s hands.

The dark mass of Blood Clan soldiers, under the urging of the Blood Clan, tried to form a coherent line as best as they could.

Along the way, villagers whose legs had given out kept rejoining the ranks under the coercion of whips and batons.

They were 4.00 meters from the camp.

The Blood Clan furrowed their brows in confusion. What was going on?

At this distance, it was well within the range of archers and mages.

Why wasn’t the enemy launching long-range attacks?

“Duke, the enemy may be running low on arrows,” a Blood Clan member stepped forward and voiced his suspicions.

The Red Duke glanced at him, silently cursing his foolishness.

The enemy’s leader had calculated everything so precisely – time and place, ail arranged so appropriately.

How could they make such a basic mistake?

But the Red Duke did not refute him. Letting his subordinates think the enemy was a fool could boost morale to some extent.

“Charge, prepare to scale the city!” the Red Duke commanded dispassionately.

“Yes.”

The Blood Clan officer stepped back, loudly relaying the order.

“Prepare the siege ladders, charge.”

The troops launched their assault upon receiving the order.

The camp’s wall was approximately four meters high. Since it had been hastily constructed, there were no spikes around it.

The armed villagers and weaker members of the Blood Clan reached the wall.

They began to set up the siege ladders.

The second wave of troops at the rear were slow-moving dead bodies. They dragged their stiff bodies, edging ever closer.

The Undead camp.

Inside the commander’s tent.

Commander Demitrija was polishing his longsword.

The tent flap was thrown open.

The Blood Hunter strode in, “Commander Demitrija, the Blood Clan army has reached the foot of the city.”

Demitrija nodded, rose to his feet, and walked outside.

Defeating the Blood Clan wasn’t difficult.

The real challenge was how to intercept the escaping Blood Clan after the victory.

As Fang Hao intended, the Blood Clan would be completely annihilated here.

If too many of the Blood Clan escaped, they would pose a serious threat to human cities.

At least for the past few decades, Crescent Heights and the Human Federation had maintained a peace treaty maintained through willful blindness.

“Fire the signal flare and prepare to finish this,” Commander Demitrija said quietly.

“Yes, Commander.”

The two walked out of the tent.

The Blood Hunter conveyed the next steps down the chain of command.

Commander Demitrija headed towards the city wall.

Soon after, a second flare was launched from within the Undead encampment.

It shot straight into the sky and exploded with force.

Shortly after, another flare was launched from the center of the camp.

It traveled straight upwards before exploding in the sky.

On the flanks and rear of the battlefield, dense ranks of undead soldiers were concealed in the dark forests.

These undead stood as motionless as statues.

When the Orc within the undead ranks looked up at the sky and saw the exploding flares.

They instantly rose from the ground.

“Forward!” they roared.

With loud commands, the Orcs led the Undead army toward the battlefield.

At the base of the city walls.

The siege ladders had already been set up against the walls.

The Pale Blood members, grunting in hoarse roars, urged the armed villagers to start scaling the walls.

Suddenly,

A flare exploded in the air.

Immediately after, a torrent of arrows and magical missiles rained down upon them.

Covering the battlefield like a rain of arrows.

Each magic missile trailed a tail of flame through the night, exploding amidst the crowds.

The already chaotic formation started to see mass casualties.

Even with the Blood Clan personally urging them forward, they were unable to get anyone onto the walls.

Just as their assault seemed to have wholly stalled,

The closed gates of the Undead encampment slowly began to open.

Everyone paused, taken aback.

What was happening?

Why were they voluntarily opening their gates?

The next moment!

Skeleton Warriors, wearing heavy armor and carrying beast-head shields, charged out in an alarming number.

Forming an impregnable steel shield wall at the gates.

Rushing directly into the Blood Clan’s ranks and entering into fierce combat.

Not far away,

The Red Duke stood, his face cold.

Although he could not guess the other party’s intentions, he had the uneasy feeling of being manipulated.

This feeling was very unsettling, extremely unsettling.

Just as he was ready to personally join the battlefield,

Two figures made their way up the fortress walls of the Undead encampment.

A tall golden-armored warrior, and an undead with Bat Wings.

He was too familiar with the second figure.

Giovanni.

The fact that his own nephew had been converted into a skeleton was true after all.

Could it be that Giovanni had leaked the news about the iron coffin?

Damn that bastard!

“You all continue to attack, I will go and kill their commander,” The Red Duke said coldly.

Without listening to opinions from others, lie spread his huge Bat Wings and took off in the direction of the Undead camp.

Not long after the Red Duke left,

Large groups of Undead soldiers began to appear around the Blood Clan’s forces.

They began to encircle and slaughter the Blood Clan.

The difference in numbers made it impossible to generate effective combat power.

In the blink of an eye, the entire army was utterly defeated.

The Red Duke flapped his large Bat Wings,

And in an instant, he arrived above the Undead camp.

Just as he stopped mid-air, a torrent of arrows came whistling up from below.

The Red Duke huffed coldly,

His bat wings flapped with force, and before him, it was as though a sound wave had exploded.

The incoming arrows exploded before him, turning to dust.

After glancing at Giovanni, who had now become a skeleton, his gaze fell on the Lizardman in golden armor.

“Where is the iron coffin? Hand it over to me, and I can forgive the actions of today,” he said.