Chapter 436: Is This Really Divine Punishment?

"Divine Punishment? What divine punishment? Could it be that just-now thunderous boom?"

Watching their subordinates continuously pouring out of the castle, Moral and the others froze mid-smile.

They had faintly heard the words "divine punishment," but failed to grasp the gravity of the situation.

After all, they, as leaders and rulers, were certainly not as foolish as the lower-class beastmen.

Of course, they had heard that thunderous boom just now.

But that shouldn't have anything to do with divine punishment, right?

Divine punishment always descends from the sky.

The sky above had been perfectly normal just now.

Splash! Splash!

"Great Leader Moral, disaster! Something has happened inside the castle—suddenly there were flashes of fire and thunderous booms, and then large numbers of beastman warriors collapsed!"

"Now, the warriors all believe it's the human race's divine punishment! They're fleeing in terror!"

At that moment, the Bloodthirsty Bat Knights, tasked with overseeing the battle, descended from the sky and urgently informed Moral and the others of what had occurred inside the castle.

"Flashes? Thunderous booms? Large numbers of beastman warriors collapsing? How is that possible?"

As the Bloodthirsty Bat Knights spoke, Moral and the others, who had previously disbelieved in divine punishment, turned pale.

The Bloodthirsty Bat Knights would surely not lie to them.

This bizarre situation was truly beyond their comprehension.

"Great Leader Moral, what should we do? Should we order the warriors to retreat first?"

"Retreat? How do we retreat? The beastman warriors on this gentle slope can retreat—but what about those in the rear garden and on the walls?"

Moral's face turned ashen.

Although retreating from the castle now was a relatively sensible choice.

But they had already invested too many beastman warriors.

If they ordered a retreat, the beastman warriors in the rear garden and on the walls would be abandoned outright.

Thus, Moral hesitated.

Of course, his indecision didn't last long.

For as soon as Gervas gave his order, Mi Gen swiftly ignited a fuse on the wall.

This fuse was aimed at the edge of the gentle slope, protected by hollow bamboo tubes.

Hiss-hiss-hiss!

The fuse burned rapidly, extending along the bamboo tube pathway downward toward the cliff face beside the slope.

Boom—boom—boom!

Moments later, the ground at the midsection of the slope violently shook, first collapsing violently, then exploding outward.

Flames mixed with thick sand and stones shot into the sky; there were four explosion points, affecting a range of twenty meters.

Before the beastmen within the blast radius could even comprehend what was happening, the next instant they were hurled into the sky.

"I… we're flying up…?"

This was the final thought of the flying beastmen.

After that thought, their vision plunged into darkness, and they lost all consciousness.

Thud-thud-thud!

Then came the sound of bodies landing like sacks of rags.

"L… my lord, this… this power is too immense, isn't it?!"

"Pretty impressive, right?"

"Impressive?" Mi Gen blinked, not understanding what "impressive" meant.

"It means spectacular?"

Mi Gen understood, and immediately nodded frantically, "Spectacular, extremely spectacular, my lord! In all my years, I've never seen anything so spectacular!"

"If I didn't know this was our own setup, I'd think this was divine punishment too!"

A twenty-meter radius, flames and sandstone flung thirty meters into the sky, even the beastmen themselves flung over ten meters.

Such terrifying power exceeded Mi Gen's understanding.

And this was Gervas's ultimate arrangement.

It not only effectively killed the densely packed beastmen on the slope but also severed part of their escape route.

The explosion created a ten-meter cliff due to the elevation difference.

With the cliff now formed, the beastmen above were trapped on the slope.

"This… this… divine punishment… is this really divine punishment?!"

Even Mi Gen and the other perpetrators were stunned—how much more unbelievable would this seem to Moral and the unaware beastmen?

Originally, Moral had been half-skeptical, half-susceptible—but after witnessing the explosion on the front slope and feeling the earth-shaking thunder, fear took root in his heart.

"It's really divine punishment! Leader Moral, we must retreat at once!"

"Yes! Leader Moral, if we stay any longer and divine punishment strikes us, we won't survive!"

The surrounding leaders and captains were trembling with terror.

Moral finally gritted his teeth: "Retreat!"

Ooo-ooo-ooo!

The horn blast immediately sounded.

"Run! Everyone, run! These humans have the gods' aid—we can't defeat them!"

With the horn blast, the beastmen finally found an outlet for their panic.

The orcs who had not yet rushed up the gentle slope did not hesitate a bit; they turned and ran.

However, while they ran with flair, the other orcs still on the gentle slope suffered.

Because the gentle slope had been blasted apart, the ten-meter drop left them no way to retreat.

Even though orcs possessed great physical strength, they could not defy the laws of physics.

Especially since the area below was covered in blasted rubble.

Falling down wouldn't just mean instant death from the fall; even breaking a bone would be no different from dying.

Thus, they could only watch in despair as their teammates in the distance fled!

The Storm Legion would naturally show no mercy to these orcs.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Taking advantage of the orcs being clustered together and their fighting spirit having collapsed, the spearmen launched a counterattack.

"Spearmen! Advance!"

"Spearmen, thrust!"

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Orc after orc fell into pools of blood.

This was not over; cannons were also brought up to the city walls!

"Cannons! Fire!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Amidst the roaring, the orcs finally tasted the despair of being slaughtered unilaterally.

"Damn it!" Although Morar had issued the retreat order, hearing the continuous roars coming from behind, his heart bled.

"My lord Morar, hurry and go!"

His subordinates, fearing Morar would do something foolish, all urged him to leave.

Although they had lost over a thousand orc warriors, the enemy had employed Divine Punishment, a method they were completely unable to resist.

Roar, roar, roar!

And just then, several roars suddenly echoed from the sky.

The orcs froze in confusion.

In the next instant, they looked in horror toward the sky in the direction of the castle.

A group of more than ten flying magical beasts was chasing toward them.

Among them, five were human Gryphon Knights.

"Gryphon Knights! There are human Gryphon Knights here?! We have truly fallen into a trap! This is the damn human trap!" Morar's eyes were filled with hatred, feeling that this information might indeed be a conspiracy.

After all, Gryphon Knights were exclusive to the great nobles of the human race; how could minor nobles possibly possess them?

"Quick, retreat!"

Morar delayed no longer, for he feared that if they did not leave now, his subordinates would not be able to leave at all.

The Bloodthirsty Bat Knights, in order to cover the ground forces' withdrawal, could only turn and face the Gryphon Knights pursuing from behind.

The Bloodthirsty Bat Knights and the human Gryphon Knights were old rivals, with both sides possessing roughly equal strength.

However, this time Gervas's side also had ten Swift Magic Eagles assisting, so naturally the Bloodthirsty Bat Knights were at a disadvantage.

Ultimately, sacrificing one Bloodthirsty Bat Knight, they held off the Swift Magic Eagles and the Gryphon squad for half an hour, buying time for the ground forces to withdraw.