People kept coming and our other traps were being set off one after the other pitfalls, boulders, rune mines everything we had set up had been exhausted we had no more slime gel and were almost out of cannon balls.
As much as I was dreading it we would need to resort to sending out our soldiers the empires envoy was at least a few months away so we couldn't rely on holding out in a siege especially to an army this size.
But before that I had one more trick up my sleeve during this time my wind magic had progressed enough to immediate several spells one of which is tornado the strongest beginner spell in air magic.
"Everyone cast your fire spells forward!"
Everyone did as I said and I gathered all the sparks last time but instead of just pushing it forward this time I started to cause the wind to spin into a tornado.
It was only twice my size but I was sending it across the battle field it was an imitation of an intermediate fire magic spell in other words a bluff.
Mages were less likely to attack if they think that a stronger magic user was around once it went out I stopped casting it and spoke an order.
"Everyone to your positions and attack!"
Everyone did as I said the gates opened and serothor's army started to attack I was also slowly making my way to the battlefield.
Then I saw it a giant fire spear coming straight for us I should have expected it magic was a integral part of this world but right now I was wishing it wasn't.
Everyone in serothor's army stopped running as they saw it a large almost solid looking flame spear coming straight for us.
All I can muster up the energy to say is
"fuck me!"
I activated my bloodline and made the shield as strong as I could
It was easier this time since I was stronger and needed to cover less area but I still braced myself for the inevitable impact.
Like how you know a needle will stab you before it does and the anticipation is often worse than the pain itself.
The fire spear made contact with the soul shield and cracks appeared all over it with each little crack I felt mental pain that reverberated around my whole body.
But I managed to hold onto consciousness over the past few weeks I have concluded that the strength of soul shield's power was determined by lifeforce and physical strength.
Since I had a bloodline which aided in lifeforce and have awoken my aura my shield was much stronger that didn't stop the fire spear from posing a threat through.
The fire spear finally burnt out as I felt blood running from my nose I deactivated my bloodline and gave an order.
"Everyone but those protecting the gate scatter forward!"
In a situation which had didn't have magic or bombs it was best to gather everyone in a small space to control the influx of enemies but with stuff like high class magic it was best to scatter.
I am not a strategist I just came up with a few tricks and used future knowledge of the books I am horrible at coming up with plans so from this point forward I had nothing but hope and luck for a good outcome.
I brought my staff into my hands and as I saw the people I trained like kyle and Elise run forward I felt something intrinsic happen inside me as if the last few months in this world hit harder than my past life.
No matter what happens in this battle I will survive and live to protect those I now care about even if they are by all accounts strangers I will not be merciful to anything that wishes to do them harm.
I started to run forward towards the army of people I could see them better now and I smiled I knew from the books the dust kingdom has around 100'000 soldiers.
Ever since I read that I wondered how such a small country could have so many fighters they had conscripted large amounts of commoners and given them a set of leather armour and a few spears.
The thing about that is the majority of this army had probably never held a weapon and the weapons and armours they do have are made of flimsy and weak material.
Contrast that with serothor's army that have been training for months for these moments each weapon and armour piece is crafted to best ability of the cities artisans and I felt like I had won the lottery.
So what of they have a few mages and sword masters everyone in serothor is close to awakening aura and have several spells at their disposal.
I saw the person I was going to collide with they looked young about my age they had beautiful blue eyes they had a scared look on their face which I then proceeded to bash in with my staff.
Similar scenes continued over and over for hours once I finally had a single moment to breathe it all came back to me and I felt my guts churning and my head hurt so many faces.
That was when I heard a person start laughing looking over in the direction of the laughter I saw a woman in full plate armour her frame and laugh gave away her gender as she started speaking.
"I've been watching you how you grimace with every strike you give and how you nearly cry after killing each of these useless cannon fodder and I find it absolutely hilarious hahahaha"
I looked at her then at her and my eyes were drawn to her right hand were there was the lifeless detached head of Reginald.
She then held Reginald's jaw and started to use it as a puppet while imitating him.
"You won't win I have faith in my prince, I know that in just a few moments my prince will save me and win this battle, please please stop I'm begging you, please my prince save me noooooooo~"
the woman then started laughing even more but before she could open her vile mouth I spoke.
"I'm not going to regret killing a piece of filthy waste of oxygen like you"