Sweats were falling down Weed’s spine.
If the statue fails, he will ruin the quest.
There will be a decline of his reputation as a Sculptor, as well as Familiarity with the Freya Church; not to mention the grievances that will be brought up by the many users who participated.
Weed reassured himself that the scratch wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was a mistake as he continued.
The agony!
With the poor health his body was in and the curses causing him to stiffen, causing minor mishaps to happened in rapid successions.
‘I can tell that this is far from being a Magnum. But please, don’t let this fail.’
Weed was force to pour even more concentration as he sculpt.
***
Near Morata, black shrouds were forming.
The sun have not risen as night continue to dominate the land; the ominous looking darkness looms as it intensify the Monsters’ power.
“What is that thing?”
“Dunno. I think something big will happen.”
“I can feel an unusual aura coming from those shrewd users. They're making a commotion for something.”
“This region is ours.”
“This is not a place for the Human to invade.”
Beast-type monsters covered with fur from head to tail, magically inclined Goblins, Werewolves that transform with the appearance of the moon, groups of Thieves living and hiding in caves along with other predators like a cloud descended on Morata.
Monsters in the north have increase by a huge number; and as if to prove this point, while numbering in the hundreds of thousands, they foray towards Morata.
“A Monster Legion.”
“They’re targeting our village.”
For everybody who was on the outer walls, sweats were running down their spines.
This was something similar to the few sieges they've watched before. And for the lot of them, the sieges they've seen on television was already enough excitement.
However, for them to be directly confronting the horde of oncoming Monsters, they were completely appalled.
“Could Morata army defend against this?”
“Nah. Morata doesn’t have an armed force…”
There were Paladins and Clergymen of the Freya Church, but they alone could not prevail against a force of this magnitude.
“Why the hell are Monsters suddenly attacking like this? There a must be reason why even races who had bad affinity amongst themselves come together like this…”
“The statue! Do you think the statue have anything to do with this?”
The users who once accepted the referral without a single worry finally grasp the risk pertaining to this production of the statue.
“This is a really dangerous quest.”
The situation increased to something even scarier than mounting on a tiger. At the same time, it was a waste of effort if they have given it up in the middle of the quest, nor was there a place where they could hide from this invasion.
Fail and the other Archers clustered on the wall.
“You have to survive.”
Meiron, Fail’s lover, was holding onto his hand.
“Yes, Fail nim too.”
Romyuna went on the offensive while staying close to the Archers. Irien was busying doing a thorough blessing of all the users who were taking part in the battle.
Which included Surka, who was near the gate to intercept them.
The users who were fighting for the Freya Church as well as protecting Morata rallied!
“We cannot back down in the face of these Monsters. Fight! Fight for victory!”
“This is the pioneering town of the North! If we lose this place to them Monsters, then we essentially loses the North; afterward, they will push toward the the Central too.”
Knights who were on horseback bellowed for encouragement.
Similarly, the legion of Monsters charges. However, as oppose to the vulnerable spots in Morata's walls, they hurdled themselves toward the statue.
Plop. Plop.
They plunged into the lake in their attempt to crush the statue.
The vast lake which was dug for its soil; the soil that will be sold at a later time for landscaping.
“Eopu, eopu!”
“Kkorororeuuu.”
Though, the Monsters needed a considerable amount of time in order to cross the lake as their bodies were much heavier than that of the average Human.
After making a third of the way to the statue, the Monsters were subjected to the Archers arrow flying freely at them.
“They’re slow targets. And in water.”
“Shoot!”
Densely packed arrow attack.
The magic troops also moved vigorously.
In comparison to the weapon wielding Warriors, damages coming from the Magicians are stronger than physical attacks by 5~6 times. Additionally, if Magician uses even stronger magic, the differences in damage can get up to as much as 30 times.
Of course, they were subjected to the disadvantage of having to take up a lot of time preparing those stronger grade magic for usage.
“The incessant blazing flames of pain at the bottom of hell. Flame of Hell!”
The flame enveloped the head of the Monsters that were trying to keep afloat.
Still, even in water, there were Monsters who made an attempt to attack the residents that were in their striking distance; though the attacks could easily be avoided as the residents spread themselves out.
In between the time the Magicians have to recuperate and to wreak havoc.
There were those who didn’t have anything to do.
“Damn.”
“Wanna jump into the lake?”
The battleground deep within the lake!
Among the Monsters, there were those who knew how to fight underwater, such as the Lizard-type.
The heavy clad Knights and Warriors flocked out.
“Let’s shoot them. Hopefully we can hit somebody.”
To that end, arrows flew into the lake.
The oncoming Monsters faced near annihilation; insurmountable number of arrow and magic blast flew into the lake, added the effect of great splendor.
“This is new.”
“It’s interesting.”