Chapter 1008 - Bitter Battle Against the Gargoyles
Chapter 1008 Bitter Battle Against the Gargoyles
A flight of three Second Grade and four First Grade green dragons were exterminated silently, just like that!
In a small plane, a flight of dragons like this would have been enough to rob the entire plane before taking over a kingdom as their personal hunting grounds. Yet, a force of nature like this had been extinguished without a hiccup by a pack of gargoyles during a civil war between two clans.
Of course, as apex predators, the seven dragons were not so easily wiped out.
The gargoyles paid the price of ninety-eight ‘fresh’ lives, all of them torn, bitten, or tackled to death by the desperate green dragons, turned into massive pieces of stone scattered across the ground.
The remaining hundred or so gargoyles once again rose to the skies after piling on the dragonflight to death with their sheer numbers alone. They started to move in the direction of the main battlefield. If these stone monsters with incredible magical and physical resistance were allowed to break onto the battlefield, the already weakened army of the Crimson Clan would probably fall apart in an instant.
Thus, under the commands of the higher-ups, the two Motherships rushed towards the gargoyles, escorted by over a hundred goblin skyships and thousands of eyeball machines.
The first to come into contact with the enemy was naturally the shocking number of eyeball fighter machines.
They began to crash down from the skies, smashing massive craters into the ground as they landed.
Naturally, the Fabres Clan witnessed this ridiculous scene unfold. The Third Grade adepts abord the floating wooden ship couldn’t help but frown in unison.
Creating these powerful, magically and physically resistant gargoyles had spent much of the clan’s resources. They had hoped to turn them into heavy aerial infantry that could rule the skies. If the enemy could restrain them with such a cost-effective method, then the clan’s efforts would completely go to waste.
In particular, the young Third Grade witch with the golden headband, who was directing the gargoyles in battle, was not looking good. Her face flashed green and white, furious at the clumsy performance of her subordinates.
The other adepts could stand by and laugh, but as the commander of the gargoyles, she had to do her best to save her useless underlings.
An instruction was sent out through her invisible mental waves, and an elite party of adepts on the backlines charged onto the battlefield. They headed straight for the grounded gargoyles that were clumsily climbing around on the ground. It seemed like they intended to free the gargoyles from the webs.
Naturally, the Crimson forces in the sky could not allow them to do as they wished!
A large group of eyeball machines swarmed forward, drowning the adepts with a violent rain of Scalding Rays. Even more magical machines launched out of the Mothership and the goblin skyships. These machines lunged wildly at the rescue team the moment they landed, absolutely refusing to let them get close to where the gargoyles had crashed.
Thus, a new battlefield appeared on the flank, which quickly intensified and boiled over!
At the same time, some surprising changes had also appeared on the main battlefield.
The Frost Giant Army and the Modified Beast Army were starting to falter in the face of the Crimson Clan’s offense. They were slowly beginning to retreat.