The moat that Nayta created was slowly being filled up. The demons, using their own as a sacrifice, built a large pile of bodies just so that they could reach the walls once more. Three such mountains were created, currently piling up taller than even the walls.
"Don't let up for a moment! Continue firing!"
Drake ordered his dwarven squad, but the mana cannons could not fire consecutively. Each fire would need recharging and cooling before another shot could be made.
Whenever the cannons were unable to fire, the dwarves would move forward with swords and hammers in their hands, pushing back the demons that had come over the third wall.
Right beside the walls, another mountain of corpses was being created. However, despite the raw number of enemies they have felled, the incoming waves of demons didn't even show signs of slowing down.
It was as if there were an infinite number of them, moving in one after another without fear.
"ARRRGH!"
