Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

The huge monster that broke the ice and sank into the river struggled desperately, stirring the originally calm river surface like a boiling pot of porridge.

It took a long time before it stumbled up the river beach, allowing the soldiers standing on the wall of the outpost fortress to see its true face.

Compared with the ordinary monsters of the size of camels and cattle ridden by the demon soldiers, this guy simply didn't know what he ate to grow so big. The huge head is comparable to the front of a war vehicle, and the two fangs sticking out of its mouth are thicker than ordinary people's thighs. The limbs are comparable to the load-bearing stone piers of a house. Every step it takes while running leaves a deep foot pit on the ground, accompanied by splashing snow and mist.

It just stood on the river beach, and it looked as high as half of the outpost fortress wall. It was estimated to be at least seven or eight meters high. If it crashed directly into the wall, I don’t know if this cement and steel fortress can hold up.

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is this!" Many newly enlisted soldiers had never fought against the demons before, so they naturally couldn't recognize this enlarged version of the demon beast and screamed.

"This is probably the monster that the local wasteland people often mention, living in the depths of the ice field!"

"Look! There are more in the dense forest on the other side of the river! There is more than just this one!"

Wayne swallowed his saliva and felt his throat was a little dry. He also saw the figures of giant beasts appearing in the forest on the other side, about two or three of them.

"Shut up! Keep preparing for battle!"

There is no doubt that even continuous firing of magic guns is of limited use in the face of such a giant monster. Magic creatures have the same terrible talent as blood warriors like them - that is, innate magic resistance.

If it is just an ordinary demon beast tamed by the demons, it is okay. After all, it is too small to completely resist the penetration damage of the magic gun shooting. If it is hit in the head and vital parts of the internal organs, it will die instantly.

But the hill-sized creature in front of him was different. Just the hard and heavy bone armor covering its head and chest looked like it was not something that could be penetrated by magic bullets, unless the same fatal part could be attacked continuously and accurately.

Wayne subconsciously turned his head and looked at the position of the city defense cannons. He found that two huge barrels reflecting metallic luster had begun to turn slowly. The artillerymen responsible for adjusting the shooting direction and angle were desperately turning the cannon's capstan and aiming the muzzle at the behemoth that was slowly attacking the fortress.

A dazzling flash of fire flashed, followed by a deafening roar, as if it exploded directly in the soldiers' brains. Many people who were closer to the cannons were stunned for a second before covering their ears with a painful expression, but it was actually too late.

Wayne didn't care about his buzzing ears, and immediately looked towards the river beach, and his heart sank suddenly.

The shell landed more than ten meters away from the first monster that came ashore. The violent explosion in the snow did not affect the target at all, but only frightened it a little, and instead accelerated its speed towards the fortress.

The behemoth did not head straight for the fortress towards the muzzle of the city defense cannon. The defensive trenches on the river beach and the slope that were originally built to block the evil orcs became a hindrance at this time, prompting the behemoth to sway and move irregularly on the river beach and the slope to avoid obstacles.

The city defense cannon kept trying to adjust the muzzle direction and shooting angle, but could not estimate when to shoot in advance. After all, the shell they just missed was a lesson learned, and the fixed-installed shrapnel shells had not yet been mass-produced, and the outposts were only assigned dozens of them for actual combat exercises.

But if it were allowed to get closer, it would form an insurmountable blind spot with the city defense cannon. After all, the cannon directly fixed on the wall with a base could not shoot downward at a small angle. Once the giant beast got close to the city wall... In order to protect the fortress and the ordinary soldiers stationed inside, it would probably be the turn of Wayne and his blood warriors to go down and fight for their lives.

The second shell was fired again with a deafening roar. This time, the prediction of the landing point was obviously much more accurate. It exploded less than three meters away from the monster's forelimbs, causing the giant to stumble suddenly and kneel forward.

Perhaps because its body was too large and heavy, the giant beast struggled for a long time after falling down and did not stand up again, which also allowed the soldiers of the artillery group to keenly grasp the right shooting opportunity - the target at this time was no different from a fixed target.

So, the third artillery fire...

After only a few breaths, the fourth artillery fire roared...

"Why... so fast?" Wayne couldn't help but turn his head to look at the two city defense cannons not far away, and found that there was still smoke rising from the muzzles, and the strong and pungent smell of dragon flame powder spread all over the wall.

I saw that the two city defense cannons each had four artillerymen forming a gun crew, busy in an orderly manner behind the thick gun barrels, mechanically repeating the prescribed actions of opening the bottom ammunition compartment, inserting shells, unscrewing the safety, and firing shells.

Fortunately, the third and fourth shots finally hit the giant beast that was struggling and unable to get up.

The speed of the shells was so fast that Wayne didn't see clearly how the shells hit the monster. He just saw a huge blood mist burst out from its side, and the broken bone armor and flesh and blood splashed out, like a fountain, and shot into the snow several meters away.

The beast's body trembled violently, and its bulging abdomen shrank instantly. The solid bone armor on the surface of its skin cracked like fragile ice crystals, and then more blood and yellow and white internal organs were squeezed out of the hole.

The dying beast seemed to want to make a last unwilling howl, but just as it opened its bloody mouth, it spit out a large pile of internal organs, and then fell straight to the ground and died.

Wayne and others discovered that the two subsequent shells hit different places - the third shell broke a big hole in the opponent's hard chest armor, and the fourth shell broke the waist.

No mistake, one book, one content, one book, one bar!

The only thing that can be confirmed is that these two terrifying shells successfully sent shells into the monster's body and caused fatal explosion damage inside, directly killing this behemoth from the depths of the ice field.

With the reference of successfully killing the first behemoth, the two or three that followed across the river could hardly survive such a powerful artillery attack. Although the accuracy of the hits was still somewhat worrying, fortunately, the firing frequency of the city defense artillery was dense and fast enough. After more than a dozen shells were fired continuously, they were finally killed on the riverbank slope.

As for the small groups of monsters that seemed to follow the behemoths, it was even easier to deal with them. A few rounds of volleys of magic guns could quickly clear them out.

The soldiers on the fortress wall could no longer hold back their excitement, and turned their previous fear and worry into cheers and roars.

For a while, cheers that were more deafening than the artillery fire broke out on the wall and in the camp.

"Ah! We successfully killed these big guys!"

"Long live the lord! Long live the Northern Army! Long live the artillery battalion!"