David Bishop and the Mystic of Creation T.C. Crawford (icecream ebook reader txt) 📖

the archers’ volleys, and Rex was standing at the opposite end from General Ryan, giving a final inspirational speech to his men before the battle began in full force.

He could hear him through the chilling silence, screaming at the top of his lungs.

“This is it men! Tonight, the battle for Ravenfell begins. These demons and traitors come to our lands with the intention of taking it for themselves! They come here looking for a fight, I say, LETS GIVE IT TO THEM!” he screamed.

Behind him, the deafening roar of thousands of men rang through the air, the strength of it vibrating the air like a great wave shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

Immediately, as if in response to his invitation, the demon army began their charge. The earth shook under the hammering of their feet and the sound of their roar.

The mass of blackness swept across the distance between them and the fortifications at incredible speeds. The front lines were filled with thousands of undead soldiers mixed with demons of various shapes and sizes. Some were carrying large ladders for scaling the walls, others were carrying long throwing spears and were launching them with inhuman strength across impossible distances. One such spear flew over the ramparts and struck a soldier standing near General Ryan, flinging him backwards and over the other side of the wall. He fell with a scream before landing below with a sickening thud.

“Fire!” screamed General Ryan, and volley after volley of arrows flew from the walls around him and behind him into the dark massive army charging towards them.

When the demons were struck, they stumbled, some falling and getting trampled by the horde behind them. But the undead continued on, unphased by the impact of the arrows, many sticking out from various places as the army continued moving forward.

They reached the walls and started slinging up ladders, some already starting to climb them with unnatural speed, but the defenders were prepared for this and quickly dispatched the ladders, only for more to replace them. Some of the demons were able to climb the walls independently, using their powerful claws to cling onto the imperfections in the stone and scale it at incredible speeds. These seemed to be the most problematic, as there were hundreds of them climbing at once.

The defenders on the wall were slashing them down as soon as they would crest the top of the walls, but just as one fell, another would take its place. The fighting became intense and bloody, every man for himself as they fought back the demon horde.

Through the fighting, Rex saw in the distance one of the larger demons making his way through the crowd, stomping on anything that got in his way so he could reach the wall. Several dozen demons fell under his powerful feet before they got the hint and moved out of his way, leaving a great divide between him and the defenses.

Rex, seeing the threat he posed to their defenses, immediately ordered the archers and ballistae to begin firing everything they had at the great brute. Volley after volley of arrows flew towards the target, striking him all over his body to no avail. Enraged, he began charging full speed at the gate with his tree-sized club preparing to crash into the barrier.

One, then two, then three large projectiles fired from the ballistae, striking him in his chest mere feet before he reached the gate. He stumbled from the impact and fell to the ground lifeless, crushing several demons under the weight of his giant body.

“That was too close!” yelled Rex, to which the others agreed vehemently. “We have to watch out for those big ones, or our defenses are going to get smashed to pieces!” he yelled over the roar of the battle.

The archers and men manning the ballistae seemed to understand, because the next ones didn’t get nearly as close as the first – but instead were taken out at the legs before they could reach within fifty yards of the gate.

The constant assault continued on for some time until at last the wall was breached. Too many demons had crested the walls for the men to push them back any longer and the fighting that ensued was ferocious.

Men and demons alike screamed with rage and pain, falling left and right under the flurry of attacks. The enemy came over the wall wave after wave, breaking on the defenses like an endless surge of ocean tides falling on the face of the wall, only to regroup and come back again in full force.

As the men started to show signs of fatigue, more fresh soldiers were brought in to replace them while the wounded were carried off to be tended to.

The sun began to break in the East over the Draconian Mountains, and Captain Ryan said a silent prayer to the Creator God for the much-needed light.

Their archers were now able to spot the demons better and started shooting with more accuracy and precision, taking down more and more demons with each shot fired and now avoiding the undead all together. The winged creatures were trying their best to pick off the archers from the wall. Some were successful, but most were being shot out of the sky before they could reach the defenders on the wall and towers. The barriers Orin had placed were proving to be extremely effective in keeping the winged beasts from flying over the fortifications and getting behind their forces.

Captain Ryan could see balls of fire, flying past his head and arching over the walls, catching beasts and undead afire after exploding on the ground. Each great blast would send flaming rocks and debris in all directions, catching everything in its path on fire and sending demons flailing violently through the masses. It was causing chaos in their ranks, but because of their incredible numbers, it didn’t seem to slow them down one bit.

Orin continued casting left and right relentlessly at incredible speeds, sending flaming spheres