Thunder Grenades Win Their First Battle

Ian Song paused before a tranquil bamboo grove and said to the guards and female attendants behind him, "Wait here for me."

"At your command, Your Majesty."

The guards and attendants responded in unison.

Ian Song walked slowly along the winding stone path through the bamboo grove.

At the end of the path stood a simple hut, exuding a faint aura of transcendence and purity.

This was the secluded residence of Tessa Heavenreach.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

Two young women waited outside the hut—not palace attendants, but disciples of Tessa Heavenreach.

"No need for formalities. You may leave now," Ian Song nodded.

"Yes."

The two young women sensibly withdrew. Ian Song did not knock, but stood quietly before the hut. Though many palace halls stood empty, Tessa Heavenreach had chosen this bamboo grove and built the hut herself.

"Please come in, Your Majesty."

With the sound of her voice, the tightly shut door of the hut swung open.

Ian Song stepped inside, his gaze falling on Tessa Heavenreach, who sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, eyes closed in meditation. He smiled, "Imperial Archmage, are you settling in well?"

The furnishings inside were extremely simple.

A bamboo bed and a set of wooden chairs.

On the wooden table sat a tea set—nothing else.

It could be called the height of simplicity.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I like it here."

Tessa Heavenreach opened her eyes, her clear gaze showing closeness.

Under round after round of attacks, the formation shield rippled like a wave.

Suddenly, a thousand soldiers appeared on the city wall, spreading out along its length.

"Ready!"

Marcus Meng personally took command.

Immediately, each of the thousand soldiers produced a massive Thunder Grenade. Every soldier wore a storage ring, and each ring contained only one item: Thunder Grenades.

"Throw!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

At Marcus Meng's signal, a thousand soldiers snapped open the firing mechanisms on their Thunder Grenades and hurled them into the ranks of the Bull Devils.

Yesterday, they'd trained all day on how to throw grenades, so their movements were smooth and practiced.

A thousand round iron spheres landed among the Bull Devil ranks, hitting many but causing little harm—barely even bruising. Some Bull Devils laughed loudly, mocking the attack.

But just then—

Boom! Boom!

A thousand thunderous blasts shook the earth, even making the city walls tremble.

Screams followed. At least ten thousand Bull Devils were killed outright, and more than fifty thousand were wounded by the thousand Thunder Grenades.

For a moment, the Bull Devils were utterly stunned.

"Keep throwing!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Another thousand Thunder Grenades rained down; after another round of explosions, nearly ten thousand more Bull Devils were killed and tens of thousands wounded.

"Retreat! Fall back!"

The demon general in charge of the siege quickly ordered a retreat. Two volleys of 'iron lumps' had nearly wiped out a two-hundred-thousand-strong assault force—if they didn't pull back, total annihilation was certain.

Watching the panicked retreat of the Bull Devils, the soldiers on the wall burst into loud cheers. Marcus Meng was stunned—he never expected the Thunder Grenades sent by the emperor to be so powerful.

Meanwhile, the other six battlefronts also received Thunder Grenade shipments from Ian Song, and in that day's battles, they proved equally devastating.

By the end of the day, the demon armies at all seven battlefronts had suffered heavy casualties, their morale shattered.

The Human defenders, meanwhile, were jubilant.

The Thunder Grenade had become a nightmare for the demon armies.

Even the demon generals were shaken.

The Human army's morale soared.

Ian Song's reputation among the troops reached new heights.