Chapter 644
A melee.
Yet another unprecedentedly terrifying fight.
The initially wide and spacious flying deck became frighteningly chaotic the moment it turned into a battlefield of slaughter. Over two hundred individuals were simultaneously bathing in blood and fighting upon the bridge.
The only conclusion to so many fighters of two opposing factions was a bloody massacre.
The moment the elven army charged through the energy forcefield, runes of every color, shape, and size shone everywhere across the deck. Yellow, red, blue, green, faint golden, faint silver; a large patch of colorful lights filled every corner of the deck, brilliant and blinding.
The most eye-catching individuals on the deck were still the magical machines scattered around the sides of the ship and the entrance to the cabins.
They were all each four to five meters tall, and their towering bodies gleamed with a cold and chilling metallic light. Their thick torsos let out the grinding sound of gears unique to metallic constructs every time they turned. Their appearances were not uniform, but they were very clearly split into two different types of machines– ranged and melee fighters.
Groups of ten magical machines would be found guarding the sides of the ship with a distance of twenty to thirty steps between each group, and the ratio of ranged golems to melee golems was 8 to 2. That meant that every magical machine squad was composed of eight Archers and two Shield Swordsmen.
The two Flame Fiends raised their magma hands and instantly erected a massive Ring of Fire on the deck. All elves caught in the Ring of Fire fled outward frantically. Those who were slightly slower to react or move found burn marks and sparks upon their bodies.
The combined blockade of two Second Grade Flame Fiends was apparently not something that First Grade elves like themselves could easily withstand.
All the elves were forced to retreat to the edges of the deck. There, they reorganized themselves into a combat formation. The magical machines that had suffered tremendous casualties took this chance to retreat. They gave up on the part of controlling the deck and restricted all of their forces to the vicinity of the ship’s entrance.
In all seriousness, the appearance of Greem and the Flame Fiend had, to some extent, cleared the battlefield.
The center of the flying deck turned into a hazardous zone where only Second Grade powerhouses could set foot. As for First Grades? If they didn’t want to die, then they had best stand by the sidelines!
Thus, eleven powerful elves of various shape and size emerged from the elven army, firmly taking up position on one side of the battlefield. Meanwhile, on the witch’s side, there were only two extremely intimidating Flame Fiends and one incomparably powerful magical machine warrior.
The Dark Witch had utterly hidden herself in the darkness on the battlefield. There was no way of sensing her exact location.
It was eleven versus three!
It didn’t matter how you looked at the situation. Greem’s side was most definitely at a disadvantage.
Still, one had to admit that even though the elves had the superior numbers, the group of beasts and frail elves could hardly catch their breaths when pitted against these two towering Flame Fiends shrouded entirely in flames. That barbaric and dominant aura of destructiveness that sought to reduce everything to ashes was far too oppressive.
When a powerful fire adept that chose pure fire mastery and specialization stood upon the battlefield, his aura and manner were simply too imposing and dominant!
All the elves that stood before the two Flame Fiends felt their hearts tremble.
These were the blasphemers. These were the enemies they needed to exterminate this time.
What was the price they needed to pay to obtain victory?