Abbadon: [——!]
With the boiling hot asphalt that flowed down to the side of the walls, the soldiers below were quickly splashed with the boiling tar as it burnt their skin.
They were stuck together as the tar slowed their movements, hindering their movements.
It was just the first set of soldiers, and as the rest stopped charging in, the first who suffered from tar quickly died and some had fallen to the trenches, trying to remove the sticky liquid of death.
Khan Soldier: [Slimes?!]
Abbadon: [They're not slimes, dammit!]
Exploding the tar that had kept him in place, Abbadon quickly retreated after realizing that it was a mistake to dive head-on. He was fooled that it could be a bluff.
Maximilian had kept on trying to hold him in place, yet he flew too fast for the molten tar to reach.
The soldiers that were yet to charge near the walls could only see their comrades fall into extreme suffering as their skin turned red, melting as their inner tissues were revealed by it.
