Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

Chapter 407

407 Long-range Attack

Selma Payne’s POV:

My superior vision allowed me to see their every move. Their sinister faces, strange movements, nauseating appearances, and... The cracks on the light cocoon looked like ice breaking.

The light cocoon...

How could it be a light cocoon?

In an instant, memories of the war between the werewolves and Adele’s attack on Sivir Academy flooded me. A warning light flashed in my mind, warning me: It was dangerous! It was dangerous! It was dangerous!

It was certain that no matter what kind of monster would be hatched from the cocoon of light, if it had the powerful ability of the Wolf-Witch War, destroying a city would only take a few hours.

It was too late to stop it from hatching. The visible patterns gradually grew around the cocoon, and the fine residue indicated that the monster in the light cocoon was about to break out of the shell. At this time, the other party was slightly more than a thousand meters away from Garland City.

“We can’t let the light cocoon get close to the city!” I immediately told Garland City’s mayor. “Once the light cocoon hatches, destroying the entire city will be as easy as blowing off dust. There are so many civilians in the city even the shelter can’t guarantee it can withstand the monster’s attack!”

Garland City’s mayor panicked. “Then, what should we do? Should we take the initiative to go out of the city to meet the enemy?”

“This is the only way. We have to keep them outside the city.”

As a result, the guards stationed at the west gate were all dispatched, except for a small team that guarded the city at the back. The soldiers who received the order were puzzled, but these elven soldiers who had never faced a real battlefield had good discipline. They did not question their commander’s orders and faithfully carried out their duties.

“Shooters, get ready!” I raised the blue flag, and the well-trained shooters immediately ran to the front and got into formation. Half of them held traditional bows and arrows, while the other half held modern firearms. Both the bow and the bullets had been specially modified, so they had a unique magical structure and physical characteristics.

There was a limit to the magic structure of the weapon, and its power would be significantly reduced beyond a particular range. I patiently counted my steps and measured the distance between us.

The other party was getting closer and closer, a thousand meters... Nine hundred meters... Eight hundred meters...

After the enemy’s vanguard entered the 700-meter range, I immediately ordered, “Fire!”

Like countless ancient myths and legends, the elves’ talent and ability in long-range shooting weapons were unparalleled. A skilled archer could almost do a 100%-hit of the target. The specially processed arrows and bullets always succeeded. In an instant, many of the vanguards on the other side had become porcupines and colanders.

However, the enemy did not slow down because of this. These strange-looking wanderers seemed to have lost their sense of pain and perception as they charged forward like zombies.

However, this was just as I expected. I thought of the rainy night when we were chasing Locke. Locke’s accomplices were like these deformed wanderers and became machines of violence.

These wanderers must have been transformed by the evil power like them, so they had probably lost their independent consciousness and become puppets of violence.

This round of long shots wasn’t useless. Just as the distance between us and the other side was shortened to nearly 500 meters, a change occurred.

An invisible but real power spread out from the arrows and bullets. In a few seconds, they quickly linked together and wove into a strong, invisible net to block the enemy’s path.

The wanderers didn’t notice this at all. They rushed forward with all their might, and the result was that they hit the net head-on. They knocked people down and quickly dragged their compatriots behind them.

It was a success!

Seeing this, I immediately ordered the archers to fire the next round of shots to tighten the invisible net.

And one could already guess; yes, these temporarily modified arrows and bullets were sealed with New Flow’s concentrated power. This was originally a backup plan prepared to absorb the evil power, but now it seemed there was no time to purify these mutated wanderers one by one.

Then, another special quality of New Flow came in handy – invisibility.

I specifically ordered the archers to concentrate their arrows and bullets on the vanguards leading the charge. This way, we could plant a hidden post in front of the enemy’s main force. Once the arrows and bullets were fired, the seals on their bodies would be removed within a few seconds, allowing me to control the concentrated New Flow within to form a net to stop the enemy’s advance.

Now, it seemed that the plan was very successful. If New Flow could hold back Azazel, these demonic creations were not much stronger than their master. It was useless no matter how these irrational wanderers tried to destroy it.

Now was a good time to catch a turtle in a jar. The cracks on the light cocoon were finer and denser, to the point that it was about to break out. Before the light cocoon hatched, we must try our best to annihilate the enemy’s forces. Otherwise, after the light cocoon hatched, we would have to divide most of our manpower to deal with the monsters.

With the order, the guards moved out in full force. At this moment, we gave up on long-range attacks because, at the moment, it seemed that superficial physical injuries were not a big deal to the mutated werewolves.