"Don't rush. I trust our soldiers." Phield clenched his teeth and glanced at the mini-map. The red marker was still in the basement. "We're all first-tier Divine Chosen. The more strength we preserve, the better our odds."
"Understood." Ashina's crimson eyes swept across the battlefield as she warned, "Be careful—our enemy may have long-range attacks as well."
After enduring seven or eight waves of arrows, the guards had entered the corrupted corpses' effective range. Grotesque creatures in the rear suddenly burst clusters of bone spikes from their bodies and hurled them toward the formation.
Thanks to Ashina's warning, Phield reacted instantly. "Cease fire! Shields up! Prepare for contact!"
The guards raised their iron shields to cover their heads. Almost simultaneously, sharp metallic clangs rang out as bone spikes slammed into shields, armor, and wooden walls. Most were blocked, but the stinging impacts still made many guards bare their teeth in pain.
"Ah!"
