Chapter 590
Chapter 590 Display of Powers
The rhythm of the battle had always been in the hands of the adepts.
Be it the poisoning or the radiation bomb from above, the strategies of the adepts had successfully weakened the power of the dragonborn. One-third of the dragonborn warriors had already been taken down before they could even enter the battle. The remaining dragonborn had been deeply provoked and had charged out of the camp with no regard for their own lives.
Unavoidably, they were greeted by the long-ranged firearms of the Archer magical machines during this process.
The dragon scales that had been polluted with radiation could no longer effectively neutralize the bullets as before. The dragonborn warriors were squeezed into the narrow mud road, enduring the storm of bullets as they swung their massive battleaxes and fought with the Loggers.
It didn’t matter who fell in the battle. Their remains would be shoved into the pool beside them to make the necessary space for the fight to continue.
The ear-piercing rumbling of chainsaws, the furious roars of dragonborn warriors, the dull thud of flesh against steel; all the strange sounds merged into an annoying noise that reverberated throughout the skies of the dark and murky Swamp of Sorrows, lingering in the air.
The mud road sealed off by the wall of metal had finally been opened up once more through the bravery of the dragonborn warriors and the desperate fighting of their superiors. As they disposed of the final row of Loggers, the magical machine army had no choice but to retreat into the distance. They formed a loose defensive line around the exit. All of the magical machines on the perimeter were Archer models.
On the other hand, the fancy runic armors of the blood knight were invincible against the attacks of ordinary humans, but it was fantasy to expect them to endure the monster metal axes in the hands of the dragonborn. Those axes were seventy-two kilograms in weight, and the blades alone measured one-meter in length.
The blood knights would be in danger even if they were literal pillars of metal!
Any regeneration would be no more than a joke if such heavy axes hit them. Even the blood knights would have trouble completely recovering if they were turned to meat paste. Moreover, where were they to find cattle to act as ‘food’ for them in this chaotic and brutal battlefield?
The three blood knights had no choice. They formed a group and circled the battlefield in their bat forms. They would instantly swarm any dragonborn warrior that got separated alone from its group.
They no longer had the bearings of Second Grade powerhouses. Instead, they were like a bunch of street thugs with an elegant appearance, catching an enemy in a disadvantageous position and beating them to death through such a dishonorable tactic. And who would have known? This tactic suited them exceptionally well. It allowed them to exterminate six dragonborn warriors and one dragonborn captain in the span of fifteen minutes.
Still, if one were to talk about battlefield dominance, they would have to mention the adepts!
As a First Grade wind adept, Deserra’s wind elementium attacks had trouble quickly killing these mighty dragonborn. However, that didn’t stop him from effectively dominating the battlefield with his magic.
Deserra flew high into the air and avoided the bloody battle on the ground.
Large Tornado Vortices surrounded his body, making him seem like a great deity surveying the ants beneath him with disdain as he strolled across the sky.
Deserra looked upon the battlefield from a distance.
Whenever he saw dragonborn possessing the upper hand and pushing back against his allies, he would drive his massive tornado and descend upon that battle.
Deserra would merely wave with his hand, and a massive Tornado Vortex would appear from above, enveloping the dominating dragonborn warriors. The wind couldn’t possibly blow the dragonborn into the air with their excessive weight, but the ravaging winds could still throw them into disarray and cause them to lose their sense of direction temporarily.
This short pause in the conflict could allow the magical machines to either escape or get back into formation. By the time the dragonborn escaped from the gale, the situation of the battle would have changed drastically.
It was through such amazing means that Adept Deserra effectively turned the winds to the side of the adepts without killing any dragonborn.