Antagonist Protection Service

Chapter 233: Darkening Battlefield

The armed forces fought for hours.

It wasn’t merely to rid of what felt like an infinite amount of ogres that had previously crashed down on them and attacked, but that and many times more.

See, there was not just one dark portal that appeared following the initial surprise, and not all of them spouted ogres like water, they were certainly not threats to heedlessly dismiss.

Ogres, imps, and even types of Lesser Demons that they had never seen nor heard of before, such as those which were simply gremlins, those which resembled dogs from hell, those which crawled and slithered along the ground like a revolting hybrid between a reptile and a zombie with rotting flesh.

Cutting them down, scorching them with fire, freezing them in ice and shattering them, purifying and smiting them with holy light, riddling them with arrows and magic bolts, and exploding them through all kinds of means.

On this tumultuous battlefield, divided into two halves and surrounded by the unending horde of Demons, the armed forces fought with all they had, but it was never quite enough.

All dark portals had been successfully chained and forced to close.

It was now just a matter of endurance. A war of attrition.

There were priests and mages who could heal, but magic energy stores did not last forever.

The more people were injured and were healed, the more mages casted spells, the more warriors expended their already limited magic energy through magic body enhancement, the faster it all ran out.

At the start, the armed forces were going strong, stronger than anyone could believe, but now, the tides were starting to change.