Before such monsters, even battle-hardened regular armies would find it difficult not to tremble, let alone these mercenaries who had barely seen a few battles.

Avi observed the neatly arranged spears and long pikes visibly trembling. He knew his soldiers were fearing those inhuman monsters, but there was nothing he could do about it; he himself couldn't help but feel some cowardice.

As a commander and the leader of the mercenary group, Avi understood he couldn't afford such negative emotions. He tried hard to shake his head, attempting to rid himself of fear, and shouted, "Rafe, do you see those monsters?! Fire fiercely, shoot at will!"

"As you command, Your Excellency."

Airen led the vanguard knights, enduring discomfort, and raised their arquebuses aiming at the Chaos Spawn. Seeing those disgusting mutated monsters slaughtering beasts while charging towards the camp, they felt an indescribable sensation.

Twelve arquebuses simultaneously emitted smoke, and the lead bullets accurately hit the running Chaos Spawn—each one was nearly two stories tall and as thick as three grown men—but there was hardly any reaction.

"Archers, do not mind those monsters, continue shooting at the hounds and rhinos!"

Avi understood that these inferior bows could not effectively harm such monsters, so he continued to use them to suppress the mob.

"Reload, aim, fire!"

Airen's commands echoed repeatedly as the arquebuses sprayed rapid lead pellets. The Chaos Spawn, enduring prolonged agony, hardly felt the pain from bodily injuries; they remained unaffected, just fifty meters away from the trench.

The palisades and traps were mostly trampled by the inferior Minotaurs and Warhounds. The halberdiers and pikemen exerted all their strength to withstand wave after wave of death charges from the beasts. Their formation gradually loosened, their breaths disordered, and they were on the verge of being unable to hold back the surging beasts.

This scene reminded Avi of the scenes of modern flooding, where dozens of people exerted their bodies to try to block the sandbags against the flood, only to be swept into the torrent by wave after wave of onslaught.

The hopeless number of beasts was completely disproportionate to the mercenary forces. The morale displayed on Avi's front panel was far from optimistic, the system did not display the morale of the beasts, and their own morale had become 'difficult resistance.'

Despite receiving a large wave of reinforcements, the number of beasts grew exponentially, making the camp's forces almost negligible in comparison.

If nothing was done, it could be foreseen that in about half an hour, the mercenaries' frontline would have a gap. Once the phalanx collapsed, the entire camp would be doomed to fall.

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"Rafe!" Amidst the clamor, Avi found his comrade fiercely hacking away, "Pull all your swordsmen out and line them up."

"Alright, boss!"

Before Rafe finished speaking, his armor-piercing greatsword chopped off the head of a rhino. The head with goat horns drew an arc in the air and fell in front of Avi. The pair of eyes filled with anger and murderous intent still did not close, staring straight at Avi.

Avi chopped the head with his sword, turning those two murky and fierce eyes into bloody holes.

"One down!"

"Eat shit, monsters!"

The sound of arquebuses continued, Airen's commands were calm and orderly, and occasional good news further boosted the mercenaries' morale.

Seeing those eerie Chaos Spawn falling one after another undoubtedly was the best morale booster.

In the chaos, Rafe pulled out the swordsmen one by one, not forgetting to first arrange the spearmen and pikemen to fill the gaps. Despite this, due to the absence of many combatants in the formation, the palisade inevitably began to shake.

Watching the elite soldiers clad in iron armor and wielding greatswords standing before him, Avi felt a mixture of nerves and excitement.

"Rafe, have them stand in the center behind the spear wall, then let the wall split in the middle and move to both sides," Avi ordered with precision. "Once they split, immediately fill the gap. Remember to hold tightly together and defend the low wall!"

"Don't worry, boss. I'll chop down as many as they throw at us!" Rafe's spirited optimism bolstered Avi's resolve. He moved among the soldiers, wielding his sword and offering continuous encouragement to keep up the fight.

"Captain, I can't go on anymore!" A spearman pleaded to Avi for assistance.

The Imperial spearman, stationed at the far right of the line, was not exaggerating or succumbing to cowardice. Due to the shortage of manpower, his comrades were not close. Under the relentless assault, his hands and feet trembled, struggling to maintain his stance.

Just as he turned back to call for help, a Warhound pounced from behind. Before the ugly creature could strike, its head was severed by a swift half-sword swing.

"Rest for a while, I'll take over!" Avi swiftly took the long spear from the exhausted spearman, the sticky warmth of the beast's blood on the shaft making it slippery. He gripped it firmly to ensure it didn't slip away.

The Chaos Spawn had already reached the earth wall, its monstrous roars echoing nearby. Halberdiers and pikemen thrust their blades, but the enemy swatted them aside with ease.

"Damn it!" Avi longed to intervene, but abandoning his position wasn't an option.

"Captain, I'm ready!" The spearman stepped forward to reclaim his weapon. "Go help them!"

With no time for further words, Avi sprinted to the breached position, finding Rafe already confronting the Chaos Spawn.

Rafe leaned his greatsword against the ground, glaring at the monsters before him. "Come on, you ugly and stupid bastards!"

Driven by the desire to kill, the Chaos Spawn charged straight at Rafe. With astonishing speed, Rafe's greatsword pierced its throat before it could react.

But the Chaos Spawn refused to die.

Its massive arm raised again, and this time Rafe couldn't evade. Avi approached from the side, grabbed its swinging tongue, climbed onto its back, and drove his sharp half-sword into its hindbrain.

"Die!" Avi's determination surged as he felt the steel crushing the creature's remaining brain, annihilating it.

This was the last monster to approach the frontline.

"Thanks, boss!" Seeing the Chaos Spawn dead, Rafe lifted his greatsword and charged up the earth wall to seal the breach.

"Quickly fill the gap, don't let the beasts break through!" Avi shouted, "Hold on, there aren't many savage orcs left!"

Avi's words were not unfounded. The fewer the beasts, the fiercer their attacks became; this was the hallmark of scattered beast assaults.

However, could they withstand the final wave of the frenzied assault?