Chapter 589
Chapter 589 Clash of Flesh and Steel
The terror of the dragonborn unleashing their full strength could be clearly witnessed through this battle.
The dragonborn army wasn’t composed of only warriors. There were some ‘spellcasters’ with relatively more powerful elementium powers hidden among them!
They were just as physically capable as ordinary dragonborn warriors, but their elementium powers were even stronger than their physical prowess, though there were very few of them. Only one out of twenty or thirty dragonborn was one such spellcaster.
Moreover, cultivating and equipping them also cost a lot of money. Ordinary dragon lords were incapable of raising such soldiers. That was why even Fire Dragon Philippa had no more than seventeen dragonborn spellcasters serving under her.
Six of those spellcasters had accompanied this dragonborn army.
These six talented dragonborn spellcasters charged to the front and waved the flame staffs in their hands. Several massive fireballs crashed into the ranks of the magical machines like meteors from the sky.
The successive explosions of the elementium fireballs blasted five or six of the magical machines into pieces. Sparks flew everywhere. Over a dozen magical machines were also blown away by the ensuing flame shockwaves.
The effect of the magic was way too good, wasn’t it?!
Was it Endor’s poison being too powerful, or was it the Destroyer being too terrifying? For a moment, even Mary couldn’t be sure which it was.
Mary had an excellent idea of Endor’s power.
If she had sufficient time to plant her poisons, they could achieve horrifying effects. Killing multiple adepts of the same grade wouldn’t be out of the question. But being able to so severely poison these dragonborn, whose Physique could compare to those of Second Grade body refining adepts; it seemed as if she shouldn’t be able to do that, should she?
Then was it the work of that Destroyer?
Mary knew nothing of the effects of the Destroyer. Greem had only faintly mentioned something about ‘intense radiation’ when he passed the bomb to her. It appeared to be some new experimental weapon he had concocted in collaboration with Gazlowe.
From a certain perspective, the destructiveness of this weapon was truly stunning!
At the very least, it had instantly crippled one-third of the dragonborn. The other dragonborn had also been affected to some extent.
However, the bomb had also forced the dragonborn army into a corner. The soldiers were wildly assaulting the defensive lines of the magical machine army under the instructions of their superiors.
Finally, after so many schemes and plots, the dragonborn warriors were clashing with the magical machines with real steel and fire.
The dragonborn seemed to have realized the firepower of the magical machines’ ranged weapons. Thus, all the charging dragonborn waved large tree trunks around or held up massive boulders as they approached the enemy. They successfully breached the fire suppression line with these objects as their shields. The dragonborn were finally able to engage the magical machines in a close-range fight.
On one side, you had berserk warriors forged of flesh and blood, while on the other, you had magical machines with steel for veins and iron for bones. The intense violence and brutality from the meeting of these two unstoppable forces were exhilarating.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Several Loggers were blown into the air amid a series of dull thuds of metal against flesh. They were instantly shattered into components and broken pieces. The metal axes in the hands of the ferocious dragonborn had also been broken and bent during the impact. Every inch of their bodies had turned bloody as their scales shattered from the exchange of blows.
A rain of metal bullets then came from every direction in the one moment they had paused after striking the Loggers. The bullets embedded themselves into the bodies of the dragonborn, aggravating their injuries. Finally, the dragonborn collapsed to the ground, roaring in agony as they did so.
Waves of dragonborn warriors charged forward, and waves of dragonborn warriors collapsed to the ground. The Logger defensive line was also thinning out at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The previously tight defensive line couldn’t deal with the relentless assaults and charges of the dragonborn warriors. The line had been moved back again and again. Finally, the dragonborn managed to break through the mud roads and expanded the battlefield to a larger and wider plain.
The magical machine army had also made considerable adjustments to their formation while the defensive line moved backward. The formerly tight square formation had now turned into a looser pocket formation.
Archers were roaming the edge of the battlefield, continually using their long-ranged firepower to wear away at the defenses of the dragonborn. The only remaining thirty Loggers formed several small defensive circles inside of the battlefield. They used their large and robust bodies to divide the formation of the dragonborn army.
Meanwhile, the adepts hid themselves and waited like ferocious alligators hunting beneath the water. They slowly closed in on their prey.
The bloody battle raged on.