Chapter 113: art 8)

  Earl Robert, the ander of the allied forces, nervously watched the battle in the sky.

  The staff officer whispered a suggestion: "My lord, should we use the Dragon-Syer Crossbow to support the Northwind Eagle Guards? Those dragons shouldn't be able to withstand our crossbow bolts."

  "No, tio keep watch."

  Robert's tone was somewhat grave.

  The Northwind Eagle Guards were undoubtedly his most important force, but now his heart was full of doubts: That red dragon, Ember 's leader, had not appeared sihe start of this war!

  Ah a bit of intelligence could realize that a force capable of nurturing such a legion could not possibly be an ordinary young red dragon.

  Robert could now only pray silently, hoping that the gods would bless his Dragon-Syer Crossbow to be effective against that red dragon.

  "We must wait for that red dragon to appear."

  Sweat dripped from Robert's forehead. At some point, the air ierrell Valley stopped being as fresh as usual, being somewhat stifling and hot.

  "Yes, my lord."

  The staff officer left relutly.

  In the sky and on the ground, tens of thousands of humans and monsters iwined and fought fiercely, the situation being increasingly chaotic.

  A bear goblin smashed the skull of a spear-and-shield soldier with a wolf tooth club, brain matter spttering. But a group of archers behind the soldier drew their bows and arrows, turning the tall and strong bear goblin into a pincushion. A wyvern suddenly swooped down from the sky, pierg those archers with its sharp poisonous tail. However, the Northwind Eagle Guards dove in from behind, using their o pierce the wyvern’s vulnerable neck.

  "I will crush you all!"

  Dolo once agaihe charge, swinging the heavy Bloodfire Battle Axe with great force.

  This hobgoblin had tasted success otlefield and knew just how terrifying he had bee as a on of war.

  But this time, he didn't mao cleave the enemy as expected. Instead, his axe was blocked by a thick shield, and it took a great deal of effort to pull it out.

  "For order, step forward!"

  Before him stood seven warriors dressed in silver heavy armor. They were the " Oath" padins of the Bosk family, and the man at the forefront, surrounded by protective radiance, was the famous "White Lion Knight" Taric—who alone blocked Dolo’s strike.

  They had e specifically to support the tral army.

  "Savage monster, we shall grant you purification!"

  With a and from Taric, several padins surrounded Dolo tightly.

  "Guardian Link!"

  Several padins raised their silver swords high, radiant s f between them. Each attack they suffered would be shared among them, the seven ag in unison, moving like one body.

  "Damn turtle shell."

  Dolo swung his battle axe over and ain, but each strike hit the padin's shield.

  With those radiant s shimmering faintly, each attack’s force was divided into seven parts, allowing the padins to easily block them aaliate with their silver swords.

  Dolo tried to ge dire and break through, wanting to avoid these troublesome padins.

  However, Taric saw through his iions at a gnce.

  "pulsory Duel!"

  The silver sword shone brilliantly, forcibly dragging Dolo into a holy duel. He could her leave nor break through the padins' defense, and the padins could use their numerical advao unch attacks from all angles.

  For a moment, Dolo found himself at a disadvantage, covered in wounds.

  "Lord Dolo, I'm here to help you!"

  The lizardman leader, Ack, charged in on his ground drago, knog several padins away.

  But the padins quickly got back up, f a tight formation again, like an imperable silver fortress.

  The old lizardman shaman, Koda, followed closely, waving his wooden staff.

  【Scorg Metal】

  One padin's shield turned red-hot, his hands burned bd making sizzling sounds. He couldn't help but throw the shield away and tried to retreat to the rear.

  The old shaman squinted slightly, a faint green light shimmering on his staff.

  【Entangling Spell】

  Wild grasses and vines sprouted from the ground, tightly binding the lone padin.

  "Die!"

  Dolo and Ack simultaneously seized the opportunity, charging forward.

  The surrounding padins tried to block with their shields, but it was already too te.

  The padin was first pierced through the shoulder by a bone spear, then his head was shattered by the massive axe swung down from above. Even with the Guardian still attached to him, without the prote of his shield, his flesh and blood could not withstand the force of the giant axe.

  "Focus on the enemy caster!"

  "Defensive formation!"

  Taric shouted loudly.

  The remaining padins once again formed a tight formation, fag off against Dolo and his allies not far away. More soldiers were dispatched to guard their perimeter, and even allied casters rushed over.

  【Mithril Bastion】

  【Prote Circle】

  The depleted padins became even more cautious, with multiple defensive spells surrounding them. Even Dolled to find an opening for an attack.

  Dolo panted heavily, staring at the enemy, his blood-red eyes filled with the desire to kill.

  "Koda, you cast that spell again?"

  "My natural energy hasn't reached that level yet, and they have too many protective spells on them."

  The lizardman shaman shook his head helplessly.

  "Damn turtle shell."

  Dolo cursed through gritted teeth, then charged fain on his ground drago.

  But the padins' silver wall blocked him again and again, preventing him from advang even an inch.

  Without Dolo as the breakthrough point, the Embers Legion's advance slowed signifitly. It was no longer like before, where they crushed everything in their path behind the hobgoblin ander.

  The "Eagle's Talon" troops were ihe most elite force of the La Duchy. After several cshes, they gradually adapted to the fierce battle against the monsters.

  These soldiers, loyal to the duke, were now fighting with bloodshot eyes after witnessing their rades fall oer another, holding the basic defense lih sheer flesh and blood. The situation was at a stalemate.

  The battle lines moved bad forth, cirg around strategic points.

  An ogre roared as he crushed several humans and seized a critical high ground, but then archers turned him into a pincushion, leading shield soldiers to recim the ground. However, soon a chimera desded from the sky, bringing fmes to the allied soldiers.

  Death occurred repeatedly.

  Blood flowed through the Terrell Valley, soaking the wild grass.

  This vast battlefield was like a bck hole, greedily dev the lives of both sides of the war.

  Out of plete distrust of the pyers' discipline, Cassius had not pced them in the most critical front lines, instead positioning them on the fnks.

  Thus, Ember 's side was led by Medrosh, with a thousand pyers and five huiefling warriors.

  On the allied side were three thousand reinforts from the Bosk family, e troops.

  pared to the intense and bloody front lihe right-wing battlefield was retively less fierce, but no less chaotic.

  While the tieflings and the allied forces were cautiously probing each other in formation, the pyers had already charged in like wild horses.

  After all, they never cared muilitary discipline.

  "Charge!"

  "WHAAAA!"

  "Watch me perform!"

  "For the Horde! No, for Ember !"

  Leading the charge was the pyer with the ID "Wings of Freedom." He had noted his title as "Brother Holy Light," charging forward pletely naked.

  Wings of Freedom's css was ah Druid embrag nature, fitting his character. He was apanied by several owls, his summoned animal friends.

  "Wild Shape!"

  "Roar!"

  Brother Holy Light dropped into a rather aose, transf into a robust brown bear, r as he charged towards the line.

  The allied forces stared in surprise at the reckless pyers charging without any tactics. After a brief moment of shock, they quickly responded by unleashing volleys of arrows.

  "Why are there so many arrows?!"

  "Put up a shield, someo a shield on me!"

  "Barbarian, bloe!"

  "Priest, cast Sanctuary on me! I 't hold on much longer."

  After several waves of arrows, the pyers suffered heavy casualties.

  The worst was Brother Holy Light in his bear form. He was the biggest target, and now, covered in arrows, looked like a giant pore.

  He didn't revert back to his naked form until his health points hit zero, a corpse full of arrows, still faintly covered in a thin yer of holy light.

  "No—Brother Holy Light—"

  "Are we gonna take that?"

  "A bunch of NPCs dare to mess with us here!"

  The pyers quickly unched a terattack, led by the pyers of 【Cult of the Mae God】. They were mostly Artificers and had created many strange gadgets.

  "Guardian Mech activated."

  With a eical sound, a tall shadoeared among the pyers.

  "Whoa, what is that?"

  "Someoually made a Gundam?!"

  "That’s so damn cool, I want ooo!"

  Standing over four meters tall, an Omega-Powered Armor stood otlefield. Though the iron pos looked a bit crude, it couldn't hide the mech's charm. The pilot was her than the president of the Cult of the Mae God, "Iron Frenzy."

  This was the Teancer subcss Armorer's trait 【Omega-Powered Armor】. Iron Frenzy was wearing a Guardian model, suitable for charging into battle.

  "Make way, make way, let me hahis!"

  Iron Frenzy drove the mech forward, ughiily.

  He had drained his savings aly diverted funds from the Storm Armory to build this armor. Now that he finally had the ce to show it off, he couldn't be more excited.

  To own a med not show off was like wearing fancy clothes at night when no one could see you!

  The allied archers immediately noticed the straal giant, firing all sorts of arrows at it.

  "Trying to shoot down a Gundam with arrows?"

  Iron Frenzy sneered.

  "Force Field!"

  The Guardian Armor raised its left arm, and driven by magical runes, a transparent force field appeared in front of it, effortlessly blog the ining arrows.

  The pyers behind Iron Frenzy followed his advance, pushing all the to the shield soldiers.

  The allied forces had never seen such a thing before. Fag the steadily advang Guardian Armor, they could only atta a disanized panic, at a loss for what to do.

  "My lord, the times have ged!"

  "Thunder Punch!"

  Iron Frenzy roared, swinging his right fist. The thrusters on the arm fred up, and lightning arcs coiled around his fist.

  "Boom!"

  With a thunderous crash, the allied shield was smashed inward with an exaggerated fist imprint, and the soldier behind was killed instantly.

  The surrounding soldiers clutched their ears in pain, arcs of electricity still coiling around their bodies, paralyzing them.

  "Three hundred!"

  "Three huhree hundred!"

  Iron Frenzy ughed wildly, like a wolf that had entered a flock of sheep, pounding the allied soldiers with each punch, fttening oh each swing. The text "tribution +300" refreshed on his panel tinuously, giving him a sense of immeisfa.

  "This round is gonna be epic!"

  Battlefield Wheelchair followed behind Iron Frenzy, wielding the "Iro," firing it point-bnk.

  As the gunfire roared, tless metal bullets sprayed out, causing the allied soldiers to fall like wheat, writhing in pain.

  "Whoa, four kills with one shot!"

  "That powerful?"

  Battlefield Wheelchair stared at the updated information on his panel, eyes wide iement.

  This gun now held a special p his heart, even parable to the Type-2 Submae Gun.

  "Artificers are having such a bst."

  "I want to switch csses, anyone wanna join?"

  " you even uand the blueprints? Just randomly switg csses here."

  "Let's go, let’s go!"

  Iron Frenzy had already violently torn a hole in the enemy formation, with pyers flooding in to exploit the breach.

  "For fa tributions!"

  "For the Dragon Maid!"

  Warlocks cast scorg fireballs, druids summoned bizarre beasts, bards pyed spellbinding tunes, and rogues crept low, shooting from hidden spots.

  "Mage, stop casting darkness! I 't see anything!"

  "Wild Warlock, hold off for now!"

  "Did you just cast Wild Magic Surge under your ow?!"

  "Bard, get some Faerie Fire up."

  The pyers yelled as they charged forward, unleashing all kinds of skills, with lights of different colors flying everywhere, strange ons in all dires.

  The allied forces had never entered such a chaotic group of professionals. Fag the pyers' unruly tactics, they had no choice but to flee in disarray.

  The tieflings in the distance had initially id out their tactics, but upon seeing the pyers charging in, they suddenly didn't know what to do.

  "Captain, what should we do…"

  Damacus stepped forward to inquire.

  Medrosh donned his helmet, lifted his sword, and said calmly, "Follow them in, take advantage of the spoils. Don't care about those Starfallers."

  "They are immortal, we are not."

  "Prepare to attack."

  He was growing ever more adept at exploiting the pyers.

  "Yes, captain."

  The tieflings charged in through the breach created by the pyers, still in tight formation, attag more systematically.

  The pyers soon noticed that the tieflings had joihe fray.

  "Damn, NPCs are here to steal our kills!"

  That was their only thought.

  FAL