During their growth, the flowers continuously absorbed the Strength of the Rock Demon Leader, disintegrating it from within.
"Shh... "
Rocks constantly fell off the Rock Demon Leaderās body, losing their original Life Force.
Like ordinary stones that have lost their color, they were stripped off in large patches.
The matter wasnāt over yet; the newly grown flowers quickly turned into new vines, entangling the monster and sowing more seeds...
"Thud... "
In a moment, the Rock Demon Leader couldnāt bear the burden any longer and knelt to the ground.
"It worked!"
The Griffin Commander shouted excitedly.
Looking at the Rock Demon now, it had completely lost its vitality, lying motionless like a small hill.
Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.
They looked up and saw the figure floating in the sky, joining in the celebration one after another.
"Itās the Holy One! The Holy One has come to save us!"
"And the Griffin Knights! Woohoo! Reinforcements have finally arrived!"
"Damn beastmen! Iāll make sure you pay for this in blood!"
"Revenge! With the Holy One here, weāre not afraid of their Priest Group anymore! Charge with me! Avenge our fallen brothers!"
"..."
The morale on the human side soared, and the warriors charged forward, pushing the Beastman Army into retreat.
The situation wasnāt beyond salvage just yet.
Though the Beast Race, allied with the Rock Demon Clan, broke through the city gates, they hadnāt completely invaded, as a substantial force was held back by the gateās guards.
Most of the fire in Kuhan City was actually caused by the airborne Wind Cavalry.
Now with the Wind Cavalry chased away by McCarthy and the Rock Demon Leader killed by Regina, the Beast Raceās siege plan was half-failed.
Rear of the Beastman Army.
There were strong individuals within the Beast Race too; they used the Eagle Eye Technique to observe the situation ahead, knowing the chances of success in this siege were slim.
"Governor, humans have a Holy Rank stronghold here! Our vanguard might be in danger! Please allow me to reinforce them!"
A beastman general in fine battle armor strode up the observation platform.
There stood a massive beastman, two and a half meters tall, looking coldly at the distant battle.
The Beastman Race had poor armor crafting skills; only rare high-order generals could wear such fine Armor.
"Jia Gao Si, have the horns sound the retreat! Order the frontline troops to fall back!"
The tall Beastman Governor didnāt agree to the reinforcement request; instead, he issued a rare retreat order.
Beastmen were not mindless like Rock Demons, but they were straightforward, believing honor was more important than life.
Itās rare to make such a group of individuals voluntarily retreat.
The reporting beastman general was displeased, gritting his teeth as he continued:
"Governor Ogatlon, our warriors are battling at the front! Weāve fought hard to breach the human gates! How can we give up now! Please allow me to lead reinforcements! I have Magic Scrolls left by the elders of the Priest Group; I must blow up the walls! Make sure those cowardly humans canāt hide in their shells anymore!"
Jia Gao Si spoke passionately, as if disregarding the Holy Rank there.
Yet, in the next second, Governor Ogatlon suddenly grabbed his neck, effortlessly lifting him and bringing him face-to-face, saying:
"Jia Gao Si! I said retreat! Are you questioning my orders!?!"
His tone was heavy, and the overwhelming pressure made Jia Gao Si feel breathless.
"I, I understand... "
Overpowered, the beastman general promptly ceased his resistance.
The beastman way was simple: everything was determined by Strength.
When subordinates were unruly, significant power was used to make them face reality.
Clearly, Ogatlon understood this well, opting for the most effective method to silence him.
"Bang!"
He tossed Jia Gao Si to the ground, glancing at him disdainfully, saying:
"Silly fool, thatās a Holy Rank presence over there; itās not for you to meddle!"
Upon speaking, he turned away without minding his subordinateās grim expression, staring into the sky and muttering:
"Heh, these fellows have indeed arrived; the king was right, theyād surely reach the battlefield before the Divine Presence Festival... "
"Ha, Holy Rank... I really want to see what you are really capable of; is it truly as legendary... "
His eyes flashed with a hint of bloodlust, recalling the grand figure of Urbis in his mind.
"Perhaps Iām not yet the kingās foe, but against those few from the Elf Clan, Iām confident I can battle... "
With this thought, his face suddenly revealed a sly smile.
"Hmph, those arrogant folks, do they really think they can do as they like on this battlefield... soon, theyāll pay the price..."
...
Following Governor Ogatlonās directive, retreat horns echoed on the battlefield, and beastman warriors at the gates began pulling back.
Yet many, frenzied by the fight, refused to retreat.
But all those beastmen faced the same fate: being surrounded and slaughtered by human soldiers.
On this kind of interspecies battlefield, there were no prisoners, nor did anyone surrender.
"They retreated! Hahaha! We won! We won!"
Someone couldnāt help but shed tears.
The overwhelming fatigue and pain flooded in like tide, many couldnāt withstand anymore, silently collapsing on the ground.
"Quick! Whereās the Priest?! Hurry and save people!"
A sergeant looked around, couldnāt help but shout loudly.
At this moment, only he remained standing nearby, there were no Priests.
"Sir, sir... donāt mind us... the Priest Group is already... gone... you should bandage your wounds... donāt mind us..."
Beside him, a young warrior weakly spoke.
Seeing this, the sergeant hurriedly bent down, holding him tightly.
"Cassia, donāt speak anymore! Hold on! Iāll find a Priest for you! You need Healing! I will not let you die!"
Tears streamed down his face as he frantically ran out, screaming hoarsely:
"Priest! Priest! Hurry over here! Thereās wounded needing Healing! Damn priests! Come here quickly!"
The surrounding survivors silently watched him, saying nothing.
Their faces were filled with sorrow, the brief joy from victory already replaced by the aftermathās misery.
"Thereās no priests left... the Priest Group was already wiped out by the Wind Cavalry... we... we can only provide basic wound treatment... thereās no other way..."
When Zhang Xiaoman descended from the skies on her Griffin, she overheard several robed women conversing with the soldiers.
Through their conversation, Zhang Xiaoman learned that they were maids of the Light Church, in a sense, prospective Priests.
However, they didnāt possess Healing Magic, thus facing these wounded on the field, they had no special means, only basic medical methods to treat them.