The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 204
129. Bloody Battle
In Mela’s scene, the shadow city outside Belrand, transformed by the authority of the evil god, was silently engulfed by a black tide, and this incredibly brutal “war” was approaching its climax.
A mournful fog spread layer upon layer, and on the black ocean, hundreds and thousands of massive, hideous moon beasts, guided by the eerie blue moonlight, slowly and resolutely advanced towards the steel barrier.
In front of those colossal creatures, countless small monsters and frenzied low-level snake people had launched countless desperate charges against the barrier, only to be torn to pieces by the crossbows, magic, and magical cannons on the city walls. The flowing blood and shattered flesh nearly stained the near sea red.
Beneath the barrier, layers of corpses piled up, the stench overwhelming, almost condensing into a tangible black smoke that spread, then was carried by the breeze from the ocean, drifting imperceptibly towards the interior of the barrier.
“Hey, those brainless things can actually play such little tricks?”
Above the steel city walls, someone whistled nonchalantly, and then a fierce wind swept in, suddenly dispersing the black smoke.
Professor Gran casually reached out, capturing a wisp of smoke in his hand, bringing it to his nose for a gentle sniff, raising an eyebrow slightly.
“This poison… is quite interesting, it has a familiar scent to it.”
His gaze crossed the pitch-black sea, landing on a grotesque, massive moon beast.
In that moonlit realm, a serpent man, clearly different from the cannon fodder, coiled atop the beast’s head. He was tall and muscular, his serpent tail as thick as a barrel, yet one could still discern the handsome features of a man. It seemed he had also noticed Professor Gran’s gaze; his serpent eyes flickered, casting a chilling stare.
“I remember… that’s your senior, isn’t it?”
Beside him, Professor Plang also caught sight of the serpent man, his expression complex.
“They say he willingly turned to the moon in pursuit of power? I never expected he would be transformed into a serpent man as well.”
“For power, one must forsake so-called humanity, even to the point of betraying one’s own teacher?”
Professor Gran reined in his irreverent expression, his eyes unusually cold.
“But I don’t see how he’s any stronger than me, this useless junior.”
“Do you need my help?”
“No, you should stay here. Neither of us excels in direct combat, but that’s precisely why we understand how significant our roles are in a war.”
With a flick of his sleeve, Professor Gran hurled several crystalline vials into the pile of corpses beneath the city wall.
The vials shattered upon impact, their contents spilling and spreading.
In an instant, it was as if they had ignited; the corpses hissed and crackled.
Yet no flames emerged; instead, a dense white mist surged upward in an instant!
The white mist collided with the black smoke, continuously eroding and contaminating each other. Any creature that came into contact would swiftly die in agonizing pain, then rapidly decay, becoming part of the white mist and black smoke once more.
A silent battle unfolded here, and within just a few minutes, a desolate wasteland devoid of any living beings formed beyond the city walls.
“It seems I need not worry here anymore, but…”
Professor Plang raised his head, the gravity in his eyes undiminished.
“That moon has truly laid bare all its resources.”
Upon the steel ramparts, countless trained knights, mages, and soldiers rushed back and forth, new weapons from the Royal Research Institute being pushed out one after another, even the nobles spared no effort in unleashing their “collections.”
Under the overwhelming firepower, those lowly serpent men and small moon beasts couldn’t even approach the city walls, crushed into a pile of flesh.
But anyone could see that they were merely cannon fodder meant to draw fire.
“No, this won’t do.”
Professor Plang’s gaze flickered. It was common sense to match troops against troops, soldiers against soldiers, but if one remained so inflexible in such a situation, defeat would be inevitable.
He was rigid, but not foolish.
However…
The sheer number of cannon fodder was vast, and their distribution too wide; striking randomly would be inefficient. He needed a way to gather them together.
But what could he do? These mindless monsters didn’t care for beautiful women.
“Why? Why?! I’m not even tasty, why do you keep chasing me?!”
As Professor Plang fretted, he saw a pink bear dash past him.
—
Behind him, several Moon Beasts, having struggled hard to break through the weak defenses, surprisingly abandoned their task of tearing through the lines, fixated instead on his comically wiggling backside.
Having narrowly avoided leaving shameful marks on what he considered his s*xy, alluring “curves” several times, the Pink Bear erupted in fury, brandishing a spiked club to smash the following beasts into a pulp. But before he could catch his breath, he noticed Professor Plang staring at him with gleaming eyes.
In his hand, he held a thick hemp rope, the origin of which was unknown.
“Wait… what are you planning to do?”
“I’ll have you know, I am your dean, your superior! Watch out, or I’ll dock your pay!”
“Yamete, someone is assaulting me!”
In the Pink Bear’s futile struggles, he was tightly bound and dangled from the city wall, swaying back and forth like a sweet piece of bait.
In an instant, a piercing shriek echoed, and countless lowly Serpent Men and small Moon Beasts turned their gazes toward the swaying Pink Bear, their eyes glinting with the primal, savage desire of starving wolves.
Then, they charged forward recklessly.
Layer upon layer, trampling over the corpses and bodies of their companions, they surged like a swarm of insects, forming a chilling tide.
Yet a smile curled at the corners of Professor Plang’s mouth.
He gripped his silver-white staff tightly, then gently tapped it on the floor.
A brilliant crown rose into the air, a massive magical structure unfurling behind him, the overwhelming magical power surging within.
Then, destruction descended!
A blinding beam of light fell, grazing the Pink Bear’s wriggling backside, the violent magic far surpassing the combined firing of over a dozen new-generation magical cannons, instantly reducing everything in its path to ashes!
Under the powerful firepower of a Truth-level Archmage, along with the Crowned One, one-third of the cannon fodder surging beneath the city wall was instantly obliterated into dust!
The pressure on the city wall suddenly lessened, and many people erupted in excited cheers.
But at that moment, a sense of vigilance suddenly stirred in Professor Plang’s heart.
The next moment.
The swirling dust was instantly torn apart, and a monstrous claw descended, crashing down onto the city wall!
Accompanied by a piercing sound, the steel-forged barrier instantly caved in and warped!
Professor Plang swiftly dodged, appearing high in the air.
The Pink Bear would be fine, so there was no need to worry, but now…
His expression grew serious as he looked up—
Compared to the cannon fodder, the true monsters had landed!