Chapter 810 - The Black Sun, Once Again
Chapter 810 The Black Sun, Once Again
Over a hundred holes opened above the surface of the metal fortress, and black gun barrels emerged from within.
Shockingly intense magical energies started to gather within the barrels beneath the terrified gazes of the dragonflight.
The next second, over a hundred energy beams shot out toward the dragons.
For a moment, the dragon roars continued without stop as they circled and tried their best to avoid the shots. The sky descended into chaos in an instant.
Three of the dragons did not manage to avoid the attacks in time, and seven or eight energy beams hit their bodies. Their wings were immediately injured, and blood splashed everywhere. Those dragons roared in agony and fell toward the ground.
A dozen metal doors suddenly opened at the foot of the metal fortress. A hundred three-meter-tall magical machines charged out from within and lunged at where the dragons had landed as if they wanted to execute these fallen creatures.
Naturally, there was no way the dragonflight would watch on as their brethren were slaughtered. A group of dragons immediately braved the barrage of energy beams and dove at the magical machines below.
The metal fortress truly lived up to its name. It did not fall in the face of such an intense shockwave.
However, while it had not been destroyed, the undefended dragons faced a much more horrible fate.
Not counting the dragons on the ground, every First and Second Grade dragon in the sky was instantly killed when they were engulfed by the black halo. Even the dragons circling above the battlefield were stunned by the deafening explosion. Before they could regain their wits and flee even higher, the energy shockwave reached them.
The dragons were blown back by the violent energy. Many of them crashed into their companions, inflicting broken wings and shattered bones.
For a moment, the slightly advantageous situation was turned against them by the enemy’s murderous attack!
This one attack from the metal fortress had caused seven deaths and eleven injuries. Four of the seven dead dragons were Second Grade. The ferocity of this strike was already no weaker than a blow from a Fourth Grade powerhouse in terms of energy intensity.
The two Fourth Grade dragons watching from above roared at the same time.
They had truly never expected this to happen.
Such an inconspicuous metal fortress. No Fourth Grade powerhouse could be sensed within, yet it had managed to unleash the violent trait of chaos magic. That attack alone could have severely wounded them if they were careless, let alone lower-grade dragons.
They could no longer sit behind the lines now.
As a loud roar echoed throughout the land, the two Fourth Grade dragons beat their wide wings and dove at the fortress.
Since they were the ones leading the attack today and there were no enemy Fourth Grades, it would be a stain upon their reputation if the dragonflight suffered too many losses. Consequently, these two Fourth Grade dragons personally joined the fight just half an hour after it started.
The breaths of these two Fourth Grade dragons were easily above one thousand points in intensity. Their breaths washed against the walls of the fortress. Even after being reinforced with plenty of magical energy, the thick metal walls could not stop the breaths from penetrating it.
The outer walls started to melt like snow on a sunny day.
In the blink of an eye, a round hole two meters in diameter and four meters deep had appeared on the wall. The boiling breath entered the metal fortress and ravaged everything it contacted.
If it were goblins or adepts hiding behind the metal walls, then this blow alone would have inflicted major losses on the Crimson Clan!
However, at this moment, Greem, Gazlowe, and the split-off brain Gru were the only ones inside the fortress. They were hiding in the metal hall at the core of the fortress. The enemy had to pierce through three layers of four-meter-thick walls and multiple metal gates before they could reach them.
Beneath their feet was a simple teleportation array that had been constructed on the fly.
They would never die alongside this metal fortress that was destined to be sacrificed.
Detonating the reserve magical energy in the metal fortress and teleporting them away; this was the brilliant feast that Greem and Gazlowe had prepared for the dragonflight after a long time of planning!
As for whether the dragons could digest this meal? That wasn’t any of their concern.
Anyone who dared to invade the territory of the Crimson Clan–even a Fourth Grade dragon–would have to have a few teeth knocked out of their jaw.