Chef in the Apocalypse

Chapter 100: Beast Tide (3)

“Archer’s! Mages! Prepare yourselves!” Jayce yelled out, cutting through the echoes of the roars.

The ranged group within Hell’s Kitchen readied their attacks with practiced ease, as if they had trained the action thousands of times. The 200 ranged units that Dion had lent him however, seemed much more tense. Some rangers even fumbled their arrows, watching them fall to the ground.

Jayce shook his head, this did not bode well for their defenses if they were fumbling already. “Remember, only release your attacks on my signal.” He shouted.

His eyes locked onto Jackie and Amber, who had taken up a post about 10 meters to his left. “I’m counting on you two.”

Not waiting for a reply, he turned to the plain in front of him, taking in the layout of the battlefield. They had placed markers at the 250 meter range, to indicate an Archer’s natural range of attack which would make his life easier when dictating the salvo timing.

Further back, around 1 kilometer away, Jayce saw a wall of monsters, rushing in their direction with reckless abandon. They were too far away for him to see their features, but he could already feel their resolve to tear everyone in Bastion apart.

The speed of the Beast Tide was monumental, easily surpassing the maximum speed of a horse. It was then that the front line ran into the first wave of traps.

In the shadowy twilight, a colossal, bear-like behemoth surged forward, its massive frame thundering towards the imposing city walls. Thick drool cascaded from the jagged maw that hungered for the promise of sustenance. A deafening instinct ran through its primal core, luring it towards the looming fortifications where its nourishment beckoned.

With a primal snarl that reverberated through the plains, the creature glanced at the monstrous brethren beside it, each sharing the same singular purpose. It was as if some invisible force had bound them together in an unholy pact, compelling them to rush headlong towards the fortifications, their bloodlust driving them to scale those towering walls and gorge upon the tender flesh beyond.

The great beast bellowed, its roar resonating with a primal, visceral urgency as it redoubled its efforts. To be the first to breach the city’s defenses, to be the first to rend flesh from bone, such was the instinct that consumed it. With each thunderous step, it neared its destination, the anticipation of its gruesome feast heightening its frenzy.

Yet, in the very moment of its desperate, headlong charge, the world beneath its colossal weight shifted. The ground fell from underneath it, plunging the beast into a freefall. It plummeted into the gaping maw of the spike trap, helplessly.

As the colossal creature fought against the inexorable pull of gravity, its fate became inescapable. With a deafening thud, it met its grisly end, impaled upon the merciless spears that had been meticulously set up prior.

Similar scenes played out along the battlefield, reaping the lives of the monsters who were unlucky enough to encounter the traps. Even those who were fortunate and had spotted the traps, were crushed by the weight of the boundless monsters running at full pace behind them as they attempted to stop in place.

Dion watched on as the front line began to fracture, however his face was still stern, not showing any signs of triumph. According to the quest, there were at least ten thousand monsters that they needed to kill before it was classed as complete.

[Kill at least 10,000 monsters (70/10,000)]

Seeing the counter on the Event Quest, Dion’s face paled. The front line of the Beast Tide had already made it to the 800 meter mark, yet the traps had only managed to kill a measly 70 monsters. He looked over at the western side of the City Wall, in the direction of Jayce. ’We have to pray for a miracle,” he thought inwardly.

On the western wall, Jayce was paying close attention to the incoming front line. The monstrous figures charged forward with no regard to any obstacles, like a bunch of mindless berserkers.

700 meters…

650 meters…

600 meters…

As they got closer, Jayce found a large piece of stone and stood atop it so that everyone could see his figure. Grabbing a lit torch, he turned to everyone on the wall and held high above his head, attracting everyone’s attention.

He raised his voice, trying to drown out the distant sounds of the Beast Tide, “Tonight will mark the first time Humanity fights back against Cataclysm as a united front! Let’s show these f*ckers that we will not go down without a fight!”

His voice echoed across the ramparts, filling those who heard his words with a sense of justice and righteousness.

“FOR BASTION! FOR HUMANITY!” Jayce screamed at the top of his lungs, thrusting the flaming torch in the air after each sentence.

[You have activated the skill Rallying Cry!]

“FOR BASTION!”

“FOR HUMANITY!”

The over one thousand voices replied in kind, screaming out their zeal with this war cry. With every repetition, the newly reinforced city walls shook, drowning out the roars and growls of the incoming Beast Tide.

“ARCHERS! MAGES! Ready your attacks!” Jayce yelled, watching the 400 something people get into a ready position. Unlike when he had first talked to them, there was no sign of nervousness, just a grim determination to take down the monstrous bastards that threatened to destroy them.

Jayce nodded, it seemed the other side of the wall had also listened to him and was awaiting his signal to fire. Although unexpected, he was sure that Dion wouldn’t have an issue with him commanding all of the ranged attacks.

He quickly turned to see the status of the front lines, trying to gauge the best time to fire their first salvo. As long as he timed it right, the first attacks could have a devastating effect on the Beast Tide, and would in turn have a positive effect on their morale.

However, in his haste to turn around, he slipped off the large stone that he had climbed upon, losing his footing. He began to fall forward, with his flaming torch still held above his head. Everything else happened in slow motion.

As he began to fall forward, he instinctively moved his hands forward in order to not fall off the city wall. This included the hand that held the torch, which was brought down in one fluid motion.

In the next moment, he heard the sound of 400 ranged attacks being let loose, causing a feeling of dread to rise from the pit of his stomach.

“NO! It’s too soon!”

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