One-Eyed Monster-Chapter 661 - 658

The charging prowess of cavalry was the most terrifying. However, the cavalry charging ahead now were more than simply powerful in their impact. These cavalrymen, at the forefront of the pocket formation, were like sharp fangs, ready to tear enemies apart at any moment. Every step taken by their steeds sparked spectacular bursts of fire. This spectacle also highlighted a crucial point: the flames beneath these iron-clad steeds seemed capable of burning through anything. Whether facing thorns or iron chains, these steeds would not falter, for the flames beneath their hooves could incinerate everything. Regardless of whether it was intricately grown thorns or bartered steel implements, all would turn to ash beneath these flames. The enemy advanced with such ferocity; these flames were practically a divine artifact. This left the defenders with absolutely no means to retaliate effectively. At the very least, there was no way to make these cavalry steeds stumble.

Such momentum was already formidable enough. Adding to this were the knights atop these flame-treading mounts, wielding sharp blades. With such a formation, it would be truly strange if the first wave of their attack wasn't effective. But the defending side? They were a truly pitiful sight. Even if you are all powerful and remarkable Adventurers with Class, you can't just casually deploy such a defenseless formation, can you? A swarm of tiny, almost invisible ants, a horde of mice, some birds and Beasts... what was this supposed to be? Was this meant to bring a touch of levity to the grim atmosphere? What a joke! This is suicidal! Most people on the defending team, aside from those in the Alchemy Workshop, thought so.

However, Kuyi Tulan, the chief of the Alchemy Workshop, remained perfectly composed, showing no sign of disturbance. It was as if the enemy's offensive had no effect on him whatsoever. He appeared to have great confidence in the defensive measures he had arranged. The flame-treading cavalry swiftly charged, leaving a trail of devastation. The sight inspired fear; anyone could be their target. Yet, Kuyi Tulan and his group of Alchemists showed no intention of retreating. Their stance was like that of Soldiers facing death unflinchingly, guarding their final shred of dignity. The scene appeared somewhat tragic, yet the supposedly tragic party showed no hint of sorrow. Instead, they all looked like resolute stalwarts. No, 'sorrow' wasn't the right word for their emotion. It was more like they felt a kind of pity—pity for their opponents. How ridiculous! What kind of mindset allowed them to remain so composed?

To be honest, at this moment, even a powerhouse like Kevin couldn't help but tighten his grip on his blade. After all, the enemy's charging formation was simply too overwhelming. The cavalry would arrive first. Under normal circumstances, the first defensive line should be instantly scattered, thereby disrupting the cavalry's charge rhythm and buying time for the second defensive line. But the current problem was, they *had* no first line of defense. Could this defensive line of ants and mice even be considered a line of defense? What a farce! Thus, in this situation, everyone's heart was in their throat. Yet, for some unknown reason, everyone present chose to trust Kuyi Tulan. It was as if Kuyi Tulan possessed a powerful, magical aura that compelled people to believe in him involuntarily.

"Berserk!" With a wave of his hand and a thunderous shout from Kuyi Tulan, the Golden Seats of the Alchemy Workshop sprang into action. Berserk was Brad's specialty. This man, who craved and relished battle, momentarily set aside his innermost desires, methodically arranging the formation alongside his fellow Alchemists. This demonstrated a quiet focus, an unwavering execution; before Kuyi Tulan's command, he was completely obedient. Instantly, the mice and ants were affected by Berserk. For a moment, the very air in the entire space seemed to solidify. "These are our Combat Exchange Beasts!" Kuyi Tulan stated calmly, extremely confident about what was to unfold. This confidence stemmed from the defense they had just established!

Everyone witnessed this incredible scene. The eyes of the tiny ants and filthy mice instantly turned red, their bodies swelling and continuously expanding. The defensive line, initially inconspicuous and unseen, suddenly became the focal point. This abrupt transformation caused the charging cavalry a flicker of surprise. Just this flicker of surprise caused their charging steeds to hesitate ever so slightly. Such hesitation on the battlefield could be fatal, directly impacting their offensive rhythm. Once the rhythm at the vanguard was disrupted, those following behind would be forced to adjust as well. This chain reaction would have a significant impact on their own forces. However, the attack could not cease; the charging cavalry could not afford to retreat, even faced with such a bizarre scene.

These ever-enlarging ants and mice did not lose their agility. They darted among the cavalry like phantoms, not only disrupting their rhythm but also inflicting Consumption on the steeds. Mice possess incredibly sharp teeth, capable of Consumption on anything. No matter how hard or sturdy, it would be utterly consumed by them. Ants, however, were an even more terrifying swarm. Regardless of how massive their target, they could lift it. The ants' collective combat prowess required no commands; they naturally formed an offensive system. Everything unfolding now was worthy of being recorded in history. This defensive system deployed by the Alchemy Workshop was truly unprecedented!

Everything here had become utterly bizarre. Gigantic ants moved about, carrying steeds aloft, directly throwing the enemy's offensive formation into disarray. Charging cavalrymen from the rear, due to inertia, collided with their comrades hoisted by these ants and were knocked down. In an instant, the cavalry ranks were in utter chaos, with men and horses thrown askew. However, this was not the end. The mice swiftly joined the fray. Their teeth immediately began their Consumption on the fallen men, and in a flash, the entire area became horrifically bloody.

"This is our advantage!" Kuyi Tulan declared calmly, his face filled with pride. This was his formation, and also his Guardian Army. "Great Mentor, do you see? This is our advantage! As long as we have sufficient Spirit Power, we can overcome our numerical inferiority and become this formidable!" Kuyi Tulan was quite stirred at this moment. He began to passionately explain to Grand Master Guzan, but the Grand Master was not present. The emergence of these creatures indeed showcased a powerful aspect of their abilities. However, those outside the Alchemy Workshop still found it unsettling; these mice and ants just seemed inherently strange.

Nevertheless, they had won this defensive battle. The failure of the cavalry charge compelled the pocket formation behind them to readjust. The ferocity of these mice and ants had reached a level of danger that the enemy could no longer withstand. The attackers temporarily withdrew. They needed to regroup, replan their strategy, and reorganize their formation. Possessing superior numbers, they were in no rush at this particular moment; their objective was to defeat their opponents with minimal losses. Kuyi Tulan gazed at the Combat Exchange Beasts, the corners of his mouth curving upwards. This was the moment he had long anticipated, though he hadn't expected it to arrive here and now.