Chapter 925 - Bloody War
Chapter 925 Bloody War
Ignoring the unlearned Lance natives, as even the knowledgeable dragons had never seen such a terrifying and bloody scene.
A single round of barrage from the magical machine army had torn a pretty ring of fire in the battlefield.
Numerous flesh and sand particles shot across the blazing field like bullets, along with a countless number of dismembered limbs and body parts.
This single round of attacks had caused over ten thousand deaths among the plane locals. The number of injured and maimed was even higher.
However, what stunned the dragon lord were the rows of magical machines that had emerged from the adept’s defensive perimeter. They cleaved the ranks of the local natives in half while the flames burned and swept away all the survivors in the ring of fire, like a gust of wind against fallen leaves.
So what if they were ogres and trolls with tough skin and resilient life forces? They were still riddled with holes by the rain of energy beams. While they struggled and lunged at the Archers, the machines spat out ten-meter long flame jets from their arms.
The black beetles beat their two pairs of wings, forming a black flood that thrashed across the battlefield, tearing and devouring every native they ran across. Meanwhile, the five Void Reavers led the eleven magical mantises, turning into living whirlwinds as they swept wildly across the battleground.
The plane natives boldly charging at the forefront of the smoking chaos of the battlefield found their heads suddenly fling into the sky as they sprinted forward, a fountain of blood spurting from the stumps that were their necks.
The Void Reavers that were capable of hiding between the interspatial layers were invisible demons to the plane natives. Their lives were harvested without even figuring out the location or shapes of the enemies.
Meanwhile, the magical mantises with their inferior stealth would appear all over the battlefield, using their extreme speed to go uncontested amongst the enemies. They wildly slaughtered one enemy after another.
They consciously avoided the tougher and hardier opponents, choosing the weaker plane natives as their targets. In this way, they dominated the battlefield without any contest.
Dana and Charon also stepped onto the battlefield with their tribe members, slaughtering those who had slipped through the cracks of the magical machines. It didn’t matter whether it was Dana’s snake arrows or Charon’s aerial dives. Every one of their attacks was lethal to the unarmored plane natives.
Even when they ran into the occasional tough guy, Medusa would only need to exhaust her power to fire a Petrifying Gaze at close range, and the enemy would turn into a helpless target.
With the increasing expansion of the Crimson Clan, their chances of performing on the battlefield were quickly decreasing. Thus, they valued such an opportunity even more and were both battling with all they had.
Meanwhile, Second Grade Gru stood tall upon the back of the golem dragon, thousands of winding, serpent-like energy chains extending from his body. The magical golem dragon beneath him was not participating in the battle. Instead, it radiated similar energy chains as Gru, only in more significant numbers and denser concentration.
These energy chains swam and extended into the air, occasionally connecting with individual goblin chariots or skyships. Whenever the energy chains made a connection, plenty of magical energy would flow into the machine through the white chains.
It was through Gru and the golem dragon’s constant provision of energy that these one hundred chariots and one thousand magical machines could slaughter and attack without stopping. Otherwise, a battle of such intensity should have drained them of all their magical energy.
Meryl sat within the command center of the Mothership, acting as the highest command on the entire battlefield. Meanwhile, the Second Grade Crimson adepts that excelled at combat and slaughter were standing upon the deck of the Mothership, looking at the dragonflight circling in the skies.
Standing before all of them was Greem, Mary, Alice, and the elementium magical machine.
Greem had placed his fire clone within the elementium magical machine, serving as a copy of the Chip.
Meanwhile, he personally stood at the edge of the deck, coldly surveying the dragon lords.
Trading fodder? In all seriousness, the Crimson Clan had never lost the edge in a contest of fodder since obtaining the Goblin Plane.
Once most of their cannon fodder had been whittled away, these dragons would probably not be able to resist the urge to step onto the battlefield.
That was when today’s battle would truly start!
Greem waited in cold silence.