Dense arrows and destructive magic radiance relentlessly struck the massive body of the Heavy Armor Puki, causing fragments of its sturdy Rock Armor to shatter and fly apart.
Finally, another arrow hit the already riddled body of the Heavy Armor Puki. It swayed in place, then fell heavily to the ground with a muffled thud.
However, the death of the Heavy Armor Puki was merely the beginning.
A swarm of Self-destructive Puki emerged from the remains of the Heavy Armor Puki, charging towards the Demon Race's positions.
Despite enduring layer upon layer of arrow storms and magic, a few lucky ones managed to break through the barrage and plunged into the ranks of the Mages.
"Sir!" The adjutant anxiously glanced back at Sigmund as casualties began appearing in the rear.
His left arm hung unnaturally, a price he paid earlier to cover the retreat of the Blood Knights.
"Stay calm!" Sigmund scolded. "Panicking—how can we respond to the ever-changing battlefield?"
