The celebration only lasted for a short while before the frontline became busy again.
Treating the wounded, calculating the results of the battle, advancing the railway, cleaning up the battlefield... These were all urgent tasks.
The command center was well aware that the victory of this battle did not mean the end of Operation Torch. Judging from the number of demons left, it was impossible for them to launch another attack of such a large scale. The capture of Taquila was almost a foregone conclusion. However, no one dared to take it lightly until the last step. Moreover, the Magic Slayer was still alive. If they could not completely eliminate this threat, they would not be able to achieve their goal.
The victory of the human race was indeed worthy of celebration, but they would have to wait until they could raise the flag of Graycastle at the highest point of the ruins and return to Neverwinter.
After some discussion, the leaders of the united front reached a consensus. After eliminating the demons in this battle, there should be less than 500 enemies left in the ruins of the Holy City. In terms of strength, this meant that the demons could no longer pose a direct threat to the First Army.
Compared to the previous steady advance, the first priority now was to prevent the Magic Slayer from escaping. The construction of Tower Station No. 10 could be slowed down so that the demons would not lose their will to fight. At the same time, the ambush should be carried out as soon as possible. Even without Sylvie's reconnaissance, the First Army was unlikely to be ambushed.
In order to avoid trouble, after a day of rest, the First Army began to bombard the demons again. This time, however, they were on the offensive.
In the face of the whistling shells, the only thing the enemies could do was to retreat step by step. They left the trenches and retreated into the ruins of Taquila.
During this period, only the Magic Slayer could threaten the defensive line. However, as the main target, it was difficult for him to even approach the encampment, let alone stop the First Army from advancing.
As the Magic Slayer returned without success, the number of times he was dispatched became less and less.
On the fourth day after the battle, the railway finally reached the firing range of 10 kilometers.
After the cannons were set up, Iron Axe invited Agatha, Phyllis, and the other soldiers to stand in front of the Longsong Cannons.
As the number of cannons was far from enough, Van'er, the commander of the Artillery Battalion, specially prepared a dozen hemp ropes and tied them together with the firing cord. In this way, they could fire the first cannon aimed at Taquila City at the same time.
The Awakened who was born in Taquila, the avenger who purified Taquila... and the builder of the new Holy City in the future. Every God's Punishment Witch realized that this would be a historic moment. Regardless of whether they could survive until the Battle of Divine Will, this scene would be remembered in history.
"I must apologize." Holding the rope, Phyllis whispered to Agatha, "400 years ago, I laughed behind your back at the way you used mortals, saying that handing over the important work at hand to them would only make the result a mess."
"Many people did say that back then." The Ice Witch smiled. "What about now?"
"Now..." Phyllis curled up the corner of her mouth. "It doesn't feel bad to fight alongside mortals."
"Ready —" At this moment, Van'er raised the command flag. "Fire!"
Everyone pulled back the firing cord at the same time. A rumbling sound immediately echoed over the battlefield. More than a dozen cannonballs soared into the sky, swept across the plain, and fell into the ruins of the Holy City.
Violent shockwaves spread in all directions along with a series of explosions, sweeping through the ruins of the ancient city that was left behind four hundred years ago. Along with the shockwaves and stone fragments, the demons that were hiding within were torn apart.
...
"It's begun," Sylvie said in a low voice.
"Yes," Andrea replied casually. Even though she could not see the situation in Taquila, she could hear the muffled explosions. The tremor was completely different from the roar of the cannons. Even from seven or eight kilometers away, she could feel the power contained in the explosions.
It was hard to imagine how the demons would feel after being bombarded by the Longsong Cannons for a whole night.
"It's the fifth day, isn't it?" Maggie mumbled. "Will the Magic Slayer come today?"
"Who knows?" Ashes shrugged.
"I want to go back to Neverwinter and eat hot pot and fried dumplings."
"Gulp."
Before her voice trailed off, everyone heard the sound of their stomachs moving.
"Of course, teppanyaki is good too. It would be even better if we could have some ice cream bread — mmm —"
Ashes stuffed a piece of dry food into Maggie's mouth. "If you're hungry, eat more of this. It doesn't taste good, but at least it'll fill you up."
"Don't forget that we're still on a mission," Camilla Dary added. "We can worry about food when we get back. Now, please focus on your duty."
She was still as serious as ever, even though she had just swallowed her saliva a moment ago. Andrea shook her head and turned her attention back to the Taquila ruins.
While the First Army was on the offensive, the Special Task Force also left the camp according to their plan. They went around the ruins of Taquila and hid in the woods to the west of the supply line. Since they could not determine the Magic Slayer's intention and time, they could only wait patiently for an opportunity to come.
Although it was not difficult for the witches to survive in the wild, considering the Devilbeasts in the sky, they did not even have a tent to shelter them from the rain, let alone a fire to roast the game. Every night, they would sleep in the trees wrapped in thick cloth and eat wheat cakes when they were hungry. Of course, it was not comfortable for them.
To be honest, when she heard Maggie's words just now, she suddenly missed Neverwinter very much. When she first moved from Sleeping Island to Neverwinter with Tilly, she had thought it was just another place to settle down and that the so-called "home of witches" was just a bluff. If Tilly decided to leave, she would follow her without hesitation. However, now that she was faced with this problem, she was not so sure...
Even as a member of the Quinn nobility, she had never enjoyed such a comfortable life — a large, soft bed, a variety of delicious dishes, automatic hot and cold water supply, and a heater that allowed her to walk barefoot in winter. It was not just a luxury that came from the Golden Dragon. Instead, it was an exquisite and unique life. She found it hard to make a decision when she thought about saying goodbye to all these.
Fortunately, Tilly and Roland got along well, so she did not have to worry about where she should go for the time being.
"When we get rid of the Magic Slayer, I must ask His Majesty to reward me," Andrea thought.
The most ideal outcome was that the Magic Slayer would defend the Taquila and be blasted into pieces by the cannons. The second scenario was that the Magic Slayer did not notice the existence of the ambush team and was killed by the God's Wrath Bullet in the air. The worst scenario was that the Magic Slayer had already noticed their long-range precision attack ability and was flying close to the ground and constantly changing directions to avoid them. In that case, they would have to rely on the "Seagull" to intercept them.
However, she was not very confident in the first two scenarios. Five days ago, during the night battle, the Magic Slayer had once approached the camp from the Taquila. However, he had been moving irregularly the whole time and did not give her a chance to attack. Was it a coincidence, or was he deliberately guarding against her?
"Awooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo —"
Suddenly, a strange cry reached everyone's ears.
"What happened?" Ashes asked.
"A cannonball hit the Giant Skeleton!" Sylvie exclaimed. "There's a big hole in its back. My God, that thing... is howling!"
"So it can also feel pain? Just by looking at it, I thought it was just an empty shell. "
"The place where it was hit is spewing out red mist, like... blood." Sylvie gazed toward the southeast with a grave expression. "The Magic Slayer is on the move. He's charging toward our position."
"I hope someone can kill it with one shot." Andrea spread out her hands.
"Wait... no, the Magic Slayer turned back halfway!" Sylvie observed for a moment and could not help but frown. "What's going on? The Giant Skeleton seems to be retreating! Some demons tried to stop the Giant Skeleton, but they were trampled to a pulp. The ruins are in a mess, they are... "
After a while, she said in an uncertain tone, "The demons are killing each other?"
Andrea and Ashes exchanged a look. No matter how they looked at it, it was a sign of defeat. Could it be that the Magic Slayer could not bear the pressure and had completely lost the will to fight?
Soon, Sylvie's words confirmed their suspicions.
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