Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

Chapter 741: Testing the Barrier

The lionkin, now safely tucked behind their shimmering veil of arrogance and arcane protection, began to leer once more.

Like cockroaches emerging after the danger had passed, they dragged their hostages back to the walls—limp, bloodied, weeping. And just like that, the executions resumed.

Dogkin women were lifted by their throats and held up to the besiegers like trophies before being run through with spears. Children were hurled from the heights of the ramparts like garbage. The wolfkin had it no better: their elders were gutted slowly with hooks as their own kin were forced to watch.

And yet… their cruelty was now met not with impulsive charge, but with bared fangs and fists clenched to breaking.

Almost no one rushed to their deaths this time.

The dogkin and wolfkin stood firm as their eyes were now locked onto the city with cold, merciless promises of what was to come. Vargis barked orders to hold formation. Skarn glared at the walls like a starving beast ready to devour his meal whole.

They wouldn’t forget.

And they wouldn’t forgive.

As the barrages from our side continued, I stood amidst the dust and waves of mana and observed carefully, trying to pierce through the noise, the light, the chaos, looking for patterns.

It didn’t take long.

The first thing I noticed was subtle, but undeniable: the wall was sturdier than the barrier. Mana-infused boulders and violent quakes rippled through the ancient stones, but did little to no damage. However, the barrier rippled violently, like a pond struck by a dozen stones every time a powerful spell landed.

But more than that… the shape of the spell mattered.