The dome began to rumble, a sound that at first was like a distant river, almost unnoticeable amid the uniform shouts of the people.
But soon, the rumbling gradually increased to a roaring roar. Even so, the shouting crowd remained unafraid.
In the end, the roaring sound, mixed with the rocks constantly falling from the dome, still broke through people's psychological defenses.
The shouts became scattered, and the determination on people's faces turned into looks filled with fear.
Defeat often only happens in a moment, and this moment in Dark Star City is filled with the aura of destruction.
The hole where rocks were constantly falling suddenly opened, and black borers were like water spurting from a water pipe. They surged down and smashed into the sharp stone formation below.
Many borers were pierced, and the black viscous liquid spread out. A steady stream of borers continued to fall. They rushed away from the corpses of their companions, like huge black waves, and hit the ridiculous bunkers built by weak humans.
Some people began to escape, they broke away from the semicircular formation, one took away ten, and ten took away a hundred.
Bokov had no time to take care of those who were fleeing. He withstood the pressure and ordered the teaching troops who were still on the front line to meet the enemy.
Like a dyke in front of a flood, the teaching army successfully blocked the rushing black waves. All the teaching army fought desperately, and their bodies were splashed with black viscous liquid.
However, their flanks had been smashed to pieces by huge black waves.
The original city guards on the flanks became vulnerable due to the fleeing of the people. They could only fight and retreat. In this way, the two wings of the Doctrine Army were completely exposed to the wild attack of the borers.
Maybe they saw the tenacity of the teaching army, maybe they found that the teaching army withstood the first wave of offensive, or maybe they suddenly remembered the ending of the city being destroyed and people dying, the people who originally fled began to run back one after another.
Even though they became fearless again, even though they screamed and waved their weapons, the entire battle was over.
The teaching army can no longer bear it.
The remaining teaching army had to give up the battlefield with obstacles and maintain a defensive position with the city guards on both sides as much as possible.
But losing the carefully arranged main battlefield means the failure of the entire battle.
The borers that escaped the obstacles began to take advantage of their rapidity and continuously expand their results. They seemed to have a commander, rushing and attacking the fragile left and right wings of the joint defense force.
Gradually, this battle that could have been won became no longer suspenseful.
When the three Schliemanns rushed to the fighting area, the survivors in the entire fighting area were like isolated islands surrounded by the blue sea.
The dozen or so religious warriors formed a ring back to back, and their bodies were all covered in black goo, making them look miserable.
Around them were swarms of borers.
Although Ferron had described the borer in detail, Schliemann still took a breath when he actually saw the borer.
The arm of the borer is very similar to the strange hand that grabbed the Crescent Moon when passing through the ghost fog.
"What should I do? It seems like..."
Selu's words brought Schliemann back to reality. He frowned, pulled out his musket and scimitar.
"What should I do... there are too many of them. There is no other way except to lure them away first, disperse them and then defeat them one by one."
After Schliemann finished muttering, he looked at Ampton.
"Does your swordsmanship work on this kind of thing?"
"It works."
Schliemann looked at Selu, who had already begun to throw her sling.
The egg-sized stone accurately hit the head of a borer, black juice splashed out, and it roared in this direction.
More borers roared in this direction, and then they rushed towards the three of Schliemann like a swarm.
"Wow! How come you are so accurate every time?!"
There were more than a dozen borers, and Schliemann could only lure them to the block and then find the right opportunity to kill them one by one.
However, they heard a loud and surprising roar as soon as they ran ten meters away. Looking back, Schliemann was shocked to see that all the stalked borers stopped where they were, with their heads and heads hanging down.
The borers seemed to have gone through some ideological struggle, and finally returned the same way, following the large army, and ran towards the temple square.
"Eh? Do they have a goal?"
"How many are there, count them!"
"One hundred, twenty, thirty... Damn, why is the leader so big!"
"It seems to be their leader. He is probably the one who stopped the borers that were chasing us just now."
"They won't kill people, they will go directly to the temple."
"Hurry up and see if the people from the teaching army over there are still alive. They may know something."
Bokov didn't know when he fell, and now he just felt pain all over his body.
When he opened his eyes, he saw an unknown girl bandaging his wounds. The girl's hands were strangely dark.
"Ah! Captain! He's awake!"
Two men's faces came into his field of vision. He wanted to stretch out his hands to prop himself up, but his whole body fell to the side.
He looked down and found that his right arm was gone.
"Heh, now that's good, a paladin who can't hold a sword."
He muttered something self-deprecating and began to shout at the top of his lungs: "The Doctrine Army! Assemble!"
When no one responded, he shouted over and over again, and the two men leaned down and patted him gently on the shoulders.
"There are no other surviving members of the Doctrine Army."
Bokov shouted one last time, but still no one answered.
He raised his left hand, which was missing a little finger, to cover his tear-filled eyes, and murmured softly.
"Alas, the cohesion based on lies is not strong enough..."
Schliemann did not want to disturb the grieving man, but he had to.
"Cheer up. The battle is not over yet. The borer has gone to the Temple Square. What's over there?"
Bokov wriggled his lips, and finally said the words he shouldn't reveal after a sigh.
"There is a secret room below the temple. There is a wooden box in the secret room that no one knows what it is for."
Schliemann and Ampton were shocked when they heard Bokov's words.
They immediately thought of the remains of the ancient god that were stolen from the Vulcan Cult by Schliemann and his party.
"ah?"
Seeing the tense expressions on the two men's faces, Bokov realized what the other person might know. He grabbed Schliemann by the collar and pulled the other person in front of him with all his strength.
"What's in the wooden box? What is it?!"
"They are the remains of ancient gods."
It was not Schliemann who answered him, but Apton.
Porkov laughed, released his hands, and covered his eyes again.
"Why? Isn't that something extremely evil? Why do we have to guard such a dangerous thing?!"
