bullyxtreme Chapter 1092 Retreat
Chapter 1092 Retreat
Beside the collapsed tower base, a new modular tower is being rapidly constructed and raised by the brilliance of the "iron flower structure".
On the distant ice plains, the outer shell of the floating tower that was previously shot down and damaged by the "Crystal Cannon Crawler" is being rapidly restored by the engineering team.
The engine restarted, struggling to lift off the ground and rise once more into the smoke-filled sky.
It is this continuous, rapid repair capability, relying on the power of the "Light of Descent" divine kingdom, that constitutes the core of the resilience of the Sighing Barrier defense line.
This seemingly insurmountable Great Wall of Steel was repeatedly pulled back from the brink of collapse by what appeared to be an imminent purple tidal wave.
From the main command tower, Alysse gazed into the distance from the railing.
Her gaze swept over the boundless, death-laden purple sea below the city walls.
The breath of frost froze an area, the thunderstorm turned monsters into charred remains, and the earth's fury tore apart the insect swarm's formation.
Each roar of the "Annihilation-class" cannons would blast a brief, shocking blank space in the purple tide.
But then, the purple from further away would wriggle and fill in like living things, seemingly without end.
Smoke, icy fog, and the glowing light of dissipating energy, mixed with a purple, foul odor, created a scene of apocalyptic purgatory.
She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the deep purple sky that had hung so low it seemed almost within reach.
The purple was no longer a background, but more like a giant mouth slowly closing, about to swallow the entire Wailing Wall and its guardians whole.
A subtle hint of seriousness flashed in her deep eyes.
She turned around, her voice clear and calm, echoing throughout the command center.
"Order: Activate the first phase of the 'barrier relocation' contingency plan."
"Command all 'Iron Flower Constructs' to immediately begin moving to the preset coordinates one hundred kilometers behind the first line of defense of the Sighing Barrier."
"Upon arrival, immediately construct the new core node of the 'Light of Descent' divine kingdom with the highest priority and lay out the basic defensive fortification framework."
"Notify all defense zone commanders that, while ensuring the stability of the defensive line, begin to organize troop rotations, evacuation of the wounded, and transfer of supplies in an orderly manner. We will carry out a phased withdrawal after the new Divine Kingdom node is stabilized."
"Make sure all soldiers understand that retreating is not a rout! It is a strategic shift."
"Based on the current speed at which the void is devouring and spreading, it will take nearly a week for the void energy to cover this 100-kilometer 'safe depth'."
"It will take at least a day for the void creatures to swarm from the first line of defense to the second new line. That day will be our precious window of rest!"
Her finger tapped heavily on the location of the new defensive line on the tactical map, her tone resolute:
"Retreating is an inevitable choice, and a necessity for survival!"
"If we wait until that purple completely covers our rear, the void rift will tear open in our supply lines, in our reserve assembly areas, and even under our feet..."
"At that time, we will be attacked from both sides and completely surrounded in this graveyard of ice fields."
"If we retreat now, we can rely on the new divine kingdom node to continue this war of attrition from a more advantageous position."
"For the future of Aegella, obey orders!"
The order was issued swiftly.
On one side of the Sighing Wall defense line, the fighting was still extremely fierce.
On the other hand, a strategic shift concerning the fate of the entire alliance has quietly begun under the calm and decisive orders of the supreme commander.
The light projected by the ironwork structure began to move steadily toward the Lebia continent.
……
The order to "move the wall back" was like a cold steel needle, piercing through the blood and smoke that filled the air above the Wailing Wall.
This command was not a sign of failure, but rather the starting sound of precision gears meshing.
Under Areris's command, the retreat plan began to operate efficiently and systematically, like a massive war machine.
On the front lines, the pace of the fierce battle suddenly changed.
A sharp whistle blared across the city walls, and the commander's hoarse roar pierced the clashing of weapons: "Rotation! First echelon, retreat! Second echelon, take over!"
The reserve forces, who had been waiting below the city walls, surged forward like a flood, following the reinforced ramps and teleportation nodes.
Their armor was relatively gleaming, and their eyes, though solemn, were full of strength. The exhausted and wounded frontline soldiers, on the other hand, seemed relieved, supporting each other as they staggered back from the front lines.
The wounded soldiers were immediately carried onto stretchers and quickly transported to the rear by logistics units—not to a traditional camp, but to a "floating field medical unit" that was already prepared.
At the base of the enormous, white seashell-shaped medical tents, intricate alchemical runes suddenly lit up.
With a low hum, the heavy tent, along with the seriously wounded and medical equipment inside, slowly floated off the ground.
They were not isolated; they were connected to a "floating platform" equipped with an anti-gravity engine, which was now emitting a ghostly blue tail flame as it moved steadily and rapidly behind the defensive line.
From a distance, it looks like a field of white dandelion seeds being blown away from this purplish-black inferno by an invisible current.
The same scene was playing out throughout the entire camp.
Logistics warehouses, command posts, and even small workshops—all critical facilities—are built on mobile alchemy platforms.
The silver-gray light of the space transport container shimmered everywhere, and mountains of ammunition, food, and spare parts were quickly collected and transferred.
The most troublesome task of transporting supplies becomes orderly thanks to the Night Watchers' mature spatial technology.
The entire rear camp is rising from the ground at an unimaginable speed, transforming into a floating migrating army, moving away from the front line in an orderly manner.
However, the retreat did not alleviate the pressure on the city walls.
On the contrary, in order to cover the transfer, the soldiers at the forefront must show even stronger willpower.
"Hold on! Push them down!"
A human shield captain roared as his massive enchanted tower shield slammed into the carapace of a void creature resembling a giant amethyst scorpion that had just climbed onto the ramparts, producing a dull thud.
The warriors behind him roared, thrusting their spears and swinging their warhammers.
The scorpion monster was pinned to the wall by several spears, struggling before its head was smashed by a heavy dwarven warhammer, splattering purplish-black fluid everywhere.
But more monsters surged up.
A “Reaper” with a humanoid outline and arms that transformed into giant amethyst scythes suddenly leaped onto the city wall, the scythes sweeping across with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air.
An elven ranger narrowly dodged the attack, his twin blades flashing emerald arcs as they struck the joint of the scythe, sending sparks flying.
Taking advantage of the moment, the human greatswordsman roared and charged forward, his greatsword, imbued with battle aura, slamming into the Reaper's chest. The amethyst shattered, and foul blood gushed out.
The battle was so intense it was breathtaking.
A young halfling gunslinger had just loaded alchemical bullets and was aiming at a bat-winged monster covered in purple crystal spikes that was pouncing on him.
Suddenly, "Pfft!"
A sharp, purple crystal spear shot out from a blind spot below, instantly piercing his calf and pinning him to the ground.
"what--!"
The excruciating pain made him scream.
A fatal flaw has appeared.
Two hound-like void creatures beside him flashed purple light in their eyes and pounced like ghosts, their mouths full of sharp teeth biting his throat and arm.
"No! Little Tommy!" The dwarf warrior Bronn Stonefist beside him was furious, wanting to help but was held back by two crystal-armored crawlers.
He watched helplessly as several purplish-black energy spikes struck the halfling gunslinger's chest and head with pinpoint accuracy.
The young musketeer's body stiffened abruptly, and the light of life in his eyes dimmed and went out in an instant.
His health bar was instantly emptied on his personal attribute panel.
"Damn it!!"
Bronn let out a beastly roar, his musket blazing as he blasted away a charging monster.
He looked at his companion's lifeless body, his eyes burning with a deep-seated hatred.
At that moment, an inconspicuous sun emblem hanging around the neck of the young corpse suddenly lit up.
A soft yet firm golden light emanated from it, instantly covering his entire body.
Immediately afterwards, the golden sacred flame burst forth from his body with a "whoosh".
The flames were not scorching; instead, they carried a purifying, sacred aura, rapidly spreading and enveloping the several void creatures around him.
The monsters let out mournful howls in the sacred fire, the amethyst melted, and their flesh and blood scorched.
He used himself as the final fuel to ignite the flame of holy light, completing the final purification and counterattack.
This is the final destination chosen by a believer of Holy Light at the end of his life.
"Cover me!"
Elsewhere, an orc warrior was sent flying backward, coughing up blood, by the immense impact.
His comrade immediately held the gap, and another human soldier, quick as a flash, grabbed the orc's heavy body.
He glanced at the orc warrior's life amulet, which was flashing red light and on the verge of breaking.
Ignoring the orc warriors who wanted to continue fighting, without the slightest hesitation, he roared with all his might and threw his seriously wounded comrade directly off the city wall and backward.
In such a fierce battlefield where there's no time to pay attention to anything else, too many soldiers don't even look at their own health bar.
The digitized bodies gave them the illusion that they could fight indefinitely.
However, the sheer number of attacks hitting them made it difficult for them to recover their health.
In addition, there is the suppression of void energy.
The ongoing fighting will inevitably result in casualties among them.
The orc warrior who was thrown out roared.
In mid-air, a streamlined "rescue levitation doll" with a blue energy ring flashing on its back swept past precisely, and the mechanical arm below steadily caught the falling orc warrior.
Without pausing, the puppet's engine was fully activated, trailing a blue tail of light, and it shot towards the safe area behind like an arrow.
This is another benefit of data-driven approaches.
That is, rough transportation will not cause any damage to the target before its health points are depleted.
Therefore, when transporting wounded soldiers, don't worry too much, just get them away first.
the other side.
A commander wearing a dark gray Night's Watch uniform with three silver stripes on his epaulets leaned against an arrow tower.
His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield like that of a hawk, then turned firmly to the rear.
The communication light flickered a steady green glow in his ear, transmitting clear reports from the rear.
"...All floating units have been activated, 80% of the core materials have been transferred, and the wall-filling package has arrived at the second node coordinates and is being deployed! A preliminary safe distance is expected to be formed!"
He took a deep breath, the air filled with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and pungent purple mist, which only sharpened his gaze.
He turned abruptly and roared at the last batch of reserve soldiers waiting below the city wall.
"Rotate! Quickly! Third team, storm the city! Replace the wounded brothers!"
A new wave of fresh troops surged forward, filling the gaps in the defense line caused by casualties and exhaustion.
The sounds of fighting on the city walls rose to another level.
However, the commander's heart grew heavier.
He looked up at the sky.
That despairing, deep purple sky now seemed to press down on the crenellations of the city wall.
Several tiny cracks, shimmering with an ominous purple light, quietly opened up like venomous snakes on the alloy wall at the base of the city wall.
Ferocious claws and a twisted head are struggling to squeeze out from within.
"Damn it! The crack is opening up into the wall!"
His adjutant was deathly pale.
The world's tenacious resistance caused the rifts of the void invasion to open at an almost limit-like speed.
This put a lot of pressure on them.
Perhaps the only advantage is that it saves them the time of looking up to see where the limit is.
Just then, a warm and magnificent light shone above the city wall.
The bishop of the Church of Holy Light, who had been stationed at the central watchtower, held aloft a scepter inlaid with a huge crystal of holy light.
His hair and beard stood on end as he chanted ancient and sacred prayers.
The energy cores of several floating towers in the sky that had not yet been evacuated resonated instantly with it, and their bodies lit up with dazzling holy runes.
"Holy Light, protect you! Courage! Strength! Perseverance!"
As the bishop solemnly proclaimed, a massive halo of pure holy light burst forth from him, sweeping across the entire section of the city wall in an instant!
All the soldiers who had fought so hard felt a warm current flowing through their limbs and bones, their fatigue lessened, and their fear dispelled, replaced by high morale and surging strength.
Their weapons and armor also seemed to be coated with a faint golden halo.
Immediately afterwards, a light rain of golden light fell from the sky, gently sprinkling on the soldiers.
Each drop of light contained a faint healing and purifying power, soothing the wounds and dispelling the purplish-black foul energy clinging to the armor.
However, this timely boost was not enough to completely reverse the perilous situation in the sky.
In the distance, accompanied by a chilling spatial distortion and a deep hum, the terrifying bodies of three enormous "World-Devouring Floating Whales," covered with writhing tumors and huge amethyst crystals, slowly passed through the thick purple mist, like a moving mountain of death, crushing towards this section of the city wall.
Their massive bodies cast shadows that almost covered the entire defensive zone.
Conventional firepower appears so pale and powerless against such a legendary behemoth.
The commander punched a Void Hound covered in bone spikes that had just climbed onto the wall, sending it flying. The broken bone spikes pierced him, drawing blood.
He stared intently at the approaching shadow of the giant whale, his teeth clenched.
He knew that when these behemoths truly approached the city walls, it would be their last moment to evacuate.
Every second is precious. (End of Chapter)