After listening to Samikina's explanation, Pei Yan nodded in understanding. Having battled the Disaster Legion for so many years, even if they have failed, the Demon Race has still explored ways to counter them. It seems that the fallen Sifuer lacks the foundation, and she can't even afford these precious consumables.

While the two were speaking, the battle at the junction had already reached a white-hot state. As Samikina had said, these crossbow arrows were precious consumables. After successfully ambushing the opponent once, Kodwen ordered the soldiers to switch to regular crossbow arrows, reserving this batch of Demon Dragon Fangs for emergency needs.

After switching to regular crossbow arrows, the pressure on the Armored Warriors was greatly reduced. Despite the continuous assaults, many Armored Warriors finally made it to the city walls. On the walls, the black steel flow and red steel flow intertwined, the sound of clashing armor and shouts of killing echoed between heaven and earth.

The veteran soldiers of the Demon Race, having cast aside thoughts of life and death, didn't care if their internal magic power could recover. They all unleashed their crystallization, using all their strength to fight the Armored Warriors who had charged up the walls. However, as more Armored Warriors leapt onto the walls and the Disaster Spreaders gathering at the base began suppressing with negative emotions, the weary old soldiers gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Release the Demon Crocodile to block the enemy! The Strong Crossbow Unit retreat to the second line of defense! All soldiers on the walls, take the double potion and prepare for a desperate battle!" Without turning, Kodwen stepped down from the wall and said as he walked, "All warlocks, divide into two groups and retreat to the second line of defense to prepare to unleash the Demon God's Praise."

Upon hearing this order, the warlock leader, already dissatisfied, rushed in front of Kodwen and shouted angrily, "Are you crazy? According to the plan, we should have already left by now. We have reluctantly stayed to fight considering the urgent situation, but can't you see the current state? We only have one hundred warlocks, not even enough to organize a single attack of the Demon God's Praise, and you want to split into two groups?"

"I'll send soldiers to assist you in leading the release!" Kodwen, without stopping, turned his head and continued to instruct the guards beside him, "Escort Mr. Shitang's subordinates to the second wave of defense, ensuring their safety."

Seeing Kodwen's completely indifferent attitude towards himself, the warlock leader, in a frenzy, continued roaring, "You're truly insane! Letting non-professional warlocks unleash the Demon God's Praise—don't you know that these people, after performing it, won't understand how to counteract the backlash, leading only to death?"

Kodwen finally stopped at these words, looking at the other with eyes like he was staring at an idiot, and sarcastically said, "Don't you know that today, none of the people here were prepared to go back alive?" After speaking, Kodwen grabbed the warlock by the collar fiercely and said, "I don't care how many people die today; I only care about how many we can take with us to die together. So resign yourself, noble warlock master, it's your bad luck to be placed under my command. Fight to the end, and maybe if I see you've done well enough, I might mercifully let you leave!"

With that, he released his grip and no longer paid attention to the dumbfounded warlocks standing there, saying as he walked, "You'd better hurry and organize. If you're not ready before this line of defense is breached, you don't need to wait for the Disaster Legion to kill you; I'll have the supervisors cut off your heads myself!"

"Madness! Everyone's gone mad!" The warlock leader shook his head helplessly, glanced at the bewildered subordinates gathered around him, and yelled angrily, "What are you standing around for? Waiting to be beheaded? Obey military orders and set up the defense line!"

Summer Yu, retreating to the second line of defense with Kodwen, stood on the city wall watching soldiers still battling on the first line of defense. Though she had grown indifferent to life and death after repeated battles and Pei Yan's teachings, watching the Demon Race soldiers facing death unflinchingly moved her to ask, "Are we just abandoning them like this?"

"There's no other way. The gap between us is just too big. We can only use our lives to halt the enemy's advance! For our common commander, for victory in this battle, Miss Xia, there's no need to feel sorrowful. We all came here prepared to die. It is our honor to die in battle here," the guards escorting Summer Yu looked sorrowfully at their distant comrades.

While the two spoke, the first line of defense was already showing signs of collapse. The Demon Crocodiles, originally intended to deal with the Sleeper, after much of the enemy was decimated by artillery, now faced their new enemy, the Red Armored Warriors. The massive bodies indeed disrupted the Red Armored Warriors' assault momentum, as the Demon Crocodiles charged into the enemy ranks, their huge tails swept the battlefield, flinging Red Armored Warriors skyward, while they snapped their jaws wildly and occasionally spewed streams of demonic flame onto the battlefield.

However, after the initial chaos, the Red Armored Warriors quickly adapted to the change and launched their counterattack. The Demon Crocodiles, covered in wounds and bloodied under the successive strikes of the Armored Warriors leaping onto them, fell one after another. After resolving this sudden trouble, the Armored Warriors had no further obstacles and leapt onto the city walls at once.

After consuming the double potion to replenish magic power and resist negative emotions, the participating Demon Race soldiers finally reached the end of their strength on the city walls. What originally required two or three Demon Race soldiers to besiege a single Armored Warrior, now in the face of an enemy army surging like a tide, feelings of powerlessness and exhaustion overwhelmed the old soldiers. They could only use their broken spears and dulled longswords as crutches to barely stand.

"It seems today, this is as far as we go!" A soldier with a long wound across his chest, summoning all his strength, pulled out the longsword stabbed into an Armored Warrior's neck, stumbled a few steps and chuckled bitterly.

"No, I think we can still draw some more blood from these red bastards. What do you say, fellows, one last fight?" A captain grinned as he placed his hand on his head, touching his demon horns, not at all comparable in elegance to those of the nobles.

"Then one last fight!" an old soldier responded.

"One last fight!" the remaining Demon Race veterans echoed in unison.

With the shout, they all broke their horns, and a wave of demonic qi shot into the sky. Though their combined strength wasn't as imposing as Friedrich's self-sacrificing horn-breaking for the Demon God, its tragic grandeur surpassed it by ten thousandfold.

Watching the final sparks of life from the soldiers on the city walls being extinguished in the tide of Armored Warrior attacks, everyone on the second line of defense was shaken by this tragic scene. In the midst of silence, Kodwen picked up the radio, first ordering Jiang Feiyang to relocate the artillery, and then, connecting to Liang Qian, he said solemnly, "Miss Liang, prepare to activate the setups before the second line of defense."

"Understood, I'm setting up the last line of defense. Whenever you give the order, I can remotely command to detonate from here."

Listening to Liang Qian's response through the radio, watching more and more of the Disaster Legion flooding past the first line and charging toward the second line of defense, he roared furiously, "Detonate!"