My Demonic System

Chapter 30 : Target

Just then, all hell broke loose. War cries could be heard all around us.

“SHIELD WALL FORMATION!! MAINTAIN THE FORMATION, DO NOT BREAK EXCEPT ON MY COMMAND!!”

I hollered and tried my best to think up a plan for the next course of action.

The soldiers weren't trembling nor were they afraid, I guess they were confident in the metal armour we were all wearing, but if there's one thing I know, it's that it doesn't matter the kind of weapon you use, nor the kind of armour you wear, because when it comes to war, even the smallest object could kill a well-trained soldier.

Half-naked barbaric-looking men rushed out from all corners of the surrounding wielding axes, pickaxes, swords, maces, and steel hammers. That's when he came; 9.7ft tall, dressed in a dusty kilt and chest cross belt, eyes emitting crazy killing intents and burly muscles ready to crush the bones of anyone who defiled him, holding a large bloodied stone hammer, his aura was stronger and more deadly than that of the Cyclops an