Chapter 237: Flames Soaring to the Sky

Solving a royal-class magical beast so easily, without any danger or injury to himself, left those watching in awe. The saber-toothed tiger, after all, was a high-tier magical beast—its strength as a royal-class creature was on par with any other royal-class warrior. Yet it fell within less than five minutes at the hands of this young man. Watching his fierce attacks and deadly moves, people couldn’t help but marvel!

As for what he had accomplished, Rod wasn’t in the mood to enjoy such a victory. On the contrary, his heart was heavy. More and more magical beasts were storming the city, led by three giant dragons, giving them complete control of the situation. Every second, people died under their attacks, and more beasts climbed the city walls. The walls had become a hellish battlefield, utterly unlike anything one would expect in the human world.

Blood filled the air, with screams reaching the heavens. Roars filled the ears, and the tragic scene broke hearts. In the fierce battles against the magical beasts, people lost their humanity and became frenzied. There was no need for intricate techniques—those fancy moves disappeared, leaving only desperate attacks aimed at maximizing their strength, ignoring everything else. They fought wildly, slashing and battling the beasts. The soldiers were even more terrifying than the beasts themselves. When their weapons broke or they were injured, they resorted to hand-to-hand combat, using their hands, feet, and even mouths—anything available—to fight to the last second.

Yet such desperate efforts yielded no results. Instead, the advantage of the magical beasts grew. The magic swirling in the air, though dazzling, carried a merciless killing intent. Most of it was created by the magical beasts themselves. The defensive mages, trying to protect the city walls, had to devote all their power to defending them.

“Aaaah…” With a long howl, the ice dragon unleashed a freezing breath filled with biting cold. Dozens of soldiers, unable to dodge, turned into ice sticks and fell backward, unable to resist.

“Fire attack! Mages, launch a fire attack! Stop defending—hold them off!” Faced with the rampaging ice dragon, unable to find an opponent, it wreaked havoc across the battlefield. With no resistance, it advanced unstoppable, leaving corpses everywhere.

Rod could hold back no longer. If he continued to let things go this way, just that one guy would be enough to tear apart the entire defense system. In that case, it was better to take a risk—any chance of stopping him would be better. As for the city walls, Rod no longer cared much. Looking at the west and central areas, the situation was even worse than on his side, especially in the west, where the fire dragons had turned the entire wall into a sea of flames, with screams echoing through the air. Even under the magicians’ best efforts, the walls remained in disarray.

The situation in the central area was equally dire. That green dragon seemed to be using wind magic, and the fierce winds had turned the city into chaos. Even on his side, he could feel the sharp wind blades. The entire wall had now descended into close combat, with magical beasts swarming in and creating a chaotic battle.

“Damn it, Nagran! If you don’t come soon…” Rod frowned deeply, muttering to himself. If that guy really didn’t show up, things would get troublesome. They wouldn’t last much longer. The appearance of the dragons had already disrupted the balance of the battlefield, tipping it completely in favor of the magical beast army.

Glancing at the Collins Forest in the distance, there might be even bigger schemes brewing there… Rod couldn’t imagine what else might happen.

“Kill… I’ll fight to the death today!” Shouts of anger filled the air, along with the desperate roars of warriors and their calm acceptance of death.

Amid the deep darkness of the night, this desolation became even more heart-wrenching.

A flurry of hurried footsteps came into sight—a warrior rushing toward him. A faint smile appeared on Rod’s lips. He recognized this person; it was the warrior who had gone with Nagran to prepare supplies earlier. If he had returned, that meant—Nagran had returned too?

Thinking of this, Rod hurried over to him. “Where is he? Where’s your general? Are the supplies ready?” Rod asked anxiously, gripping the warrior.

It was their last chance. Given the current situation, they wouldn’t last half an hour before the defense system completely collapsed. Once the city fell and the magical beasts invaded, disaster would strike the continent. In those last half an hour, if they could get everything ready, there might still be a chance and hope.

“It’s ready! We’ve brought all the oil and firewood from Iron Bar Town. We’re on our way, almost there. The general wants to know what you plan to do!” The warrior panted heavily, wiping the large beads of sweat from his forehead.

“Go arrange some people. As soon as the supplies arrive, coat all the kindling in oil and scatter it below the city walls, covering the entire area to set it on fire. We’ll use fire as a weapon! Remember, use enough—otherwise it won’t work!” Rod raised his eyebrows, finally seeing hope, and said anxiously.

He then turned around, called over a few warriors and soldiers who were fighting, gave them urgent instructions, and asked them to assist in carrying out this task.

There was no need to explain fire attacks in detail. These soldiers and officers weren’t fools; they naturally understood what to do. Such tactics had been used before, and they knew how to maximize their effectiveness—something they had all learned.

Turning to look at the fighters, Rod took a deep breath and shouted loudly, “Fight! Hold on for twenty minutes. If we persevere, we’ll win! Logistics team, clear the area—throw all these bastards’ corpses down, and get rid of anything useless too! You have ten minutes! Hurry up!”

“If we’re going to play, we’ll play big!” Rod narrowed his eyes as he watched the ice dragon raging ahead and its dominance in front of the city walls. Holding the Dark Dragon in his hand, he moved swiftly to help reduce the pressure on his troops.

Time passed by second by second, and the situation grew more dangerous. Seeing the soldiers on the city walls taking action, spreading from the center to both sides and already scattering kindling and oil, Rod saw hope. Everyone else also saw hope. They had guessed what would happen next, and with hope, their potential was fully unleashed. Their morale soared, and they managed to prevent the magical beasts from advancing another inch, fighting desperately to buy every second.

The amount of kindling and oil in Iron Bar Town was enormous, far beyond Rod’s expectations. The streets and alleys were filled with carts carrying kindling and fuel, along with soldiers ready to act. All of them looked serious. With everyone working together, it took less than fifteen minutes to get everything ready. Including the prior preparations, it took just a little over twenty minutes.

Although the city was in grave danger and could be breached at any moment, they held on! With everything ready, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Magicians, abandon defense and unleash fire immediately! Kill them, burn them—start the counterattack! Retreat the reinforcements, let the archers move forward, and strike hard!” Upon receiving the news that everything was ready, Rod had already arrived at the command platform in the middle of the city wall. Standing at the highest point, he looked down at the open area filled with fuel and kindling, smirked coldly, and shouted loudly.

As Rod’s orders were given, a fire mage first threw a small fireball, followed by all the fire mages and soldiers serta warriors equipped with fire weapons, who began hurling flames downward!

With a dull explosion, followed by continuous blasts, the flames surged like waves, reaching into the sky. In just an instant, the entire night sky was illuminated by the flames, even brighter than during the day.

The crimson flames, fueled by the oil, spread rapidly like fire dragons, engulfing the entire open area in a sea of fire.

Cries of pain, roars, and chaotic footsteps filled Iron Bar Town in an instant. As the flames burned, the magical beasts fled backward. Those that were too slow were unfortunately devoured by the fire dragons, screaming in agony as they turned into balls of fire.

“Kill them! Destroy these beasts!” With the magical beasts retreating, those remaining on the city walls were no longer a threat. Under Rod’s orders and through everyone’s coordinated efforts, within moments, hundreds of magical beasts on the city walls were wiped out, their corpses thrown into the sea of fire.

In the distance, the roars of magical beasts and dragons could be heard, along with agonized screams from the sea of fire. Yet on the city walls, there were only cheers of triumph.

It was over. In the face of the flames, everyone knew it was a temporary reprieve. The army of magical beasts had been driven away by the fire, and their city was temporarily safe.

Watching the sea of fire before him and feeling the scorching heat, Rod breathed a sigh of relief—they were safe for now. Fire was the greatest enemy of magical beasts, and Rod knew that those creatures would never be able to approach until the fire was extinguished. The crisis had temporarily eased, but this fire wouldn’t go out so quickly. With all that kindling, fuel, and the piles of magical beast corpses below the city, it would take days for it to dissipate! Hearing the pitiful roars coming from within the fire, he sighed inwardly. Those injured magical beasts that couldn’t escape were unlucky, but weren’t some of them also his comrades? At least he had seen some warriors who rushed into the swarm of magical beasts to defend the city walls, only to never return and remain trapped in the fire. At this moment, few people remembered them, and many would never be remembered in their lifetimes. Perhaps this could also be considered a tragedy—a fire that destroyed everything yet gave rise to something new.