The Universe Is Innately Just 227 Nascent Grudges Part Four

A strange balance was born from the special circ.u.mstance in the battlefield, one where the fierce monsters never stood a single step behind the MechSuit line. The steep wall in front of them stood less than a hundred meters away from them, and the distance seemed ridiculous to the beast wave that had crossed miles and miles to attack New Casablanca.

But that short distance turned into an uncrossable path. With the constant effort from the earthling side, that zone turned an impossible place to cross for the beast wave. Going as far as to stay that it had turned into a dead zone in the psyche of the intelligent beast.

Sadly for the intelligent one that tried to cross from another place. They would be swiftly taken care of by Fell, their encounter with the young cultivator turned out to be worst than the defense from the army of MechSuits. Ever since his fight with the winged gorilla, he began spending extra attention on any monster with any sign of peculiarity in their blood essence.

Due to those circ.u.mstances, it could be said that the defense of the west wall was currently a success. And with the strange balance that had taken place in the reddened soil, it was only a matter of number. If they kept the waves upon waves of creatureS at bays, before long, their number would keep reducing until they were all destroyed.

Unfortunately, the case wasn't that easy and at the three-hour mark. The mental endurance of a few MechSuit pilots began dwindling down, and their accuracy and reaction time began falling apart. With fatigue taking place on the earthling side, it was also only a question of time for a major mistake to happen.

A simple breach in their tight defense could force the army of MechSuit to retreat in the walls. Or even worse, in the case where they wouldn't have the time to retreat, being trampled alive by the tons of weight from the beast wave was an even worse scenario.

Fell glanced at the army of MechSuit, and his fear couldn't help but consolidate with every minute pa.s.sing. And before long, what he has been afraid of happened in front of his eyes. One of the MechSuit pilots missed one of his shots, and that sadly coincided with the fact that he had to reload his ammunition.

Fell sensed panic through the man's fluctuation in blood essence. His movement was uncoordinated, and he dropped the rectangular plate of ammo on the ground. He quickly dropped down on the ground, tried to grab the ammo he had dropped, but it was already too late. A two-meter tall wolf shaped creature pounced on him, his widely opened jaw shut down in an instant on the metallic helmet.

Fell tried to intervene, but he was half a beat too late, and the head of the pilot was swiftly bitten off its place by the giant fierce wolf. "c.r.a.p.", cursed Fell while dashing from one three to another. He had just taken care of a slightly stronger monster who was avoiding the army of MechSuit and had been making his way back to the main line of defense.

He arrived and took down the fierce wolf in one swift hack to the neck. Fell attack was slightly lacking in strength, and with the fierce wolf's thick neck muscles and strong fur, he didn't decapitate the beast but had still dealt high enough damage to incapacitate it.

The beast dropped on the ground with a thud, and a deadly groan escaped from its bloodied maw. It trembled and spasmed for a few seconds, before exhaling one last breath, it died with buckets of blood pouring out of the deep neck injury it had.

Although he avenged the MechSuit pilot, the consequence of what had just happened couldn't be dealt with just with the death of the fierce wolf. What he had feared happened, and the line of defenses had been breached.

The hundreds of MechSuit pilots were overrun in a split second and soon found themselves engulfed inside of a sea of vicious creatures and fierce beasts. Panic took over the mind of many pilots, and they tried their utmost in resisting the a.s.sault that was coming from every side.

"Retreat!", howled Fell with a strong voice. He mixed part of his will and energy in the order and managed to make it loud enough to overpower the sound of the battlefield during a small moment. But that was enough, as his voice was heard by every human soldier.

Engines roared, and one MechSuit after another took off in the air and began retreating toward a safe distance.

"Recreate a line!?", another order escaped the lips of the young cultivator. He didn't immediately retreat and began helping the soldier escape the deadly grasp of the fierce beast.

In the dangerous moment where the lives of the western army could disappear in a minute, he stood as the last line of defense and used his own body to secure the retreat of the many MechSuit pilots. Strangely, he didn't know why, but in the middle of the battlefield, his senses turned sharper and sharper. Going to the point where he could feel the fear and despair of his ally with crystal clarity.

Thankfully, his body was far stronger than the many beasts around him. And a habit of fighting inside of a grand battlefield was already deeply ingrained in his body. The sharp fangs and canines from the beasts could cut through his skin but weren't strong enough to deal consequent damage to his flesh and bone.

Even with that case, his body soon turned into a bloodied mess, with blood from his own veins.