Kodwen, who finally heard a piece of good news, didn't relax for long as the tremors from the ground beneath his feet made him tense again. He quickly stepped out of the command tent and ascended the watchtower in two steps, staring at the tall figures appearing in his sight. He couldn't help but feel tense and shouted back, "Warlock, where's the Warlock?"

"Legion Commander, the arriving Warlocks are still setting up the Anti-Air Array, afraid they can't spare time to summon the Demon Crocodile!" A perceptive attendant stepped forward to remind him of his intent.

"Order the catapults to prepare to ignite and launch the Shadow Source Insects!" Kodwen said, drawing the Longsword in his hand and personally ascending the city wall to watch and command, "Seven hundred steps directly ahead, prepare to fire! Release!"

Following his command, the creaking sound within the city soon echoed, followed by a whistling sound as swarms of Shadow Source Insects flew over the city walls towards the distant horizon. In the real world, if stones or other heavy objects were launched by catapult, the range of three hundred meters would be the limit. However, when the projectiles were replaced with these self-aware Shadow Source Insects, their flying distance increased significantly. In mid-air, each Shadow Source Insect unfolded its coiled body and glided over the slave army below, landing accurately on the massive body of the Sleeping Ones.

With a flash of fire, the entire area in front of the dense forest was instantly illuminated; towering Sleeping Ones over thirty meters tall, akin to a ten-story building, strode forward bathed in flame.

These monsters seemed insensitive to pain and indifferent to their burning bodies, each ignited Sleeping One like a moving torch, lighting up the night sky while disregarding the life or death of their allies as they trampled over the corpses of the slave army into the battlefield.

One, two, three! Kodwen frowned counting the mountainous surge of Sleeping Ones. Compared to the Bull Territory battle where only twenty or so were present, now he faced ten times the number—a total of two hundred Sleeping Ones. Due to their massive size and sheer numbers, the front battlefield could only accommodate over thirty of such giants, while the rest concealed themselves in the mountains and continuously condensed large rocks from their bodies, hurling them with force at the defended positions of the Demon Race army.

In a chaotic scene of flying stones, many old soldiers, who couldn't react in time and failed to crystallize or mistify, got struck by the stones. Having entered their declining phase, they could no longer withstand such heavy blows, and cries of anguish rang one after another from atop the city wall as some soldiers fell and disappeared into the slave army below.

"Legion Commander! Use the second blockade line arranged by Miss Liang!" A captain, witnessing the continuous casualties of his soldiers, who had sought refuge alongside him, couldn't help but plead tearfully as he approached the watchtower where Kodwen stood.

"No! If you use it now, how will we deal with the incoming army of Red Armored Warriors!" Kodwen resolutely refused without turning his head, "Send a messenger to ask Miss Xia if the last line of defense is complete. If it's done, invite her here to assist! Now order all soldiers on the city wall to fully crystallize and remain vigilant!"

"Sir, that's not possible! If we do this now, I'm afraid they won't last till the end!" The advisor beside him immediately voiced concern. Both understood that if it were regular Demon Race soldiers fully crystallizing during battle, it would be standard practice without issue. However, forcing old soldiers with nearing exhausted Demon Power could only sustain temporarily, struggling to endure normal combat.

"Have them withstand this crisis moment initially. I applied for a batch of source energy potions from Lord Samikina, which will be distributed at the critical juncture to hopefully get through this ordeal!" Kodwen said, glancing at the Sleeping Ones already approaching under the city wall, helplessly recognizing that the hundreds of meters' distance was merely a stride for giants of their size.

Now, the monsters ablaze throughout their bodies were near the city wall, utilizing their height advantage to swing their arms fiercely at the Demon Race soldiers. Each swing claimed fresh lives as countless slave armies ignored the persistent flames upon the Sleeping Ones, fearlessly climbing their bodies as if they were ladders to the city tower, surging through the gigantic arms.

Feeling the underneath city wall trembling under the Sleeping Ones' strikes, the enemy's early attack caused the Demon Crocodile meant for responding to the Sleeping Ones to remain undeployed, prompting Kodwen to harden his resolve and shout, "Attack!"

With his command, the soldiers on the city wall instantly reacted. In avoiding a new round of attacks, they simultaneously placed their hands on the city wall, instantaneously crystallizing both themselves and the wall beneath their feet. Subsequently, the crystallization began expanding outward, as branch-like crystal thorns climbed and entwined around the giant arms of the Sleeping Ones, significantly hindering their movements.

At this moment, soldiers of the Demon Race, suspended around with small bottles of Demon Fire Thunder and equipped with grappling hooks, leaped out from the shadows, following the crystal vines up onto the arms of the Sleeping Ones, utilizing their Longswords in combat to kill the obstructive slave creatures upon their journey, while securing their position with grappling hooks amidst the swaying.

If these old soldiers held any advantage over the new recruits, it undoubtedly was their experience. Despite their waning Magic Power, they retained their physical strength. On the enemy's arms, they moved deftly and rapidly like monkeys, soon arriving near the opponents' heads.

The Sleeping Ones were fully aware of the troublesome ants climbing upon them, and in desperation, they vigorously shook their bodies, seeking to rid themselves of these invaders, to throw off the Demon soldiers climbing up their bodies. But the veteran soldiers would not grant them such opportunity and hurled chains, securing themselves on the hard skin, climbing along the chains, all the while tossing Demon Fire Thunder towards the thinly protected eyes.

With a series of explosions, the previously fearless Sleeping Ones finally uttered cries of anguish as the severe pain unleashed an astounding potential; their wildly swinging arms began tearing through the crystallized thorns of the Demon Race, furiously slapping their own cheeks, wishing to squash these vexing pests to death.

"Old comrades! I'm taking the lead!" Amidst the cries of the Sleeping Ones, came the carefree shouts, followed by surviving veteran soldiers, swinging down the chains and leaping into the massive mouth of the Sleeping Ones. As the enemy's jaws closed and opened, a fierce and dazzling light burst forth as the veteran soldiers ignited all the Demon Fire Thunder on them, choosing to perish alongside their foes.

Witnessing the scene before them, the city wall became solemnly silent. No one wept, no one felt sorrow because they knew their fate upon arrival. Bringing down an extra enemy was their greatest reward for this journey; their descendants would forever enjoy glory for participating in today's battle.