Chapter 114: Chapter 44 War (VIII)_2
With the loss of Dolores as a breakthrough point, the advance speed of the Ashen Legion imdiately slowed down significantly, not as aggressive as before when they were following behind the Great Goblin Chieftain and crushing everything in their path.
And, after all, the “Claw of the Male Eagle” was the most elite force of the Rakman Kingdom. After undergoing several attacks, they gradually adapted to the brutal combat against monsters.
The soldiers loyal to the Duke, stimulated by the consecutive deaths of their comrades, had blood-red eyes and stubbornly held the basic defensive line with their flesh and blood, leading to a stalemate for the ti being.
The front line see-sawed back and forth around strategic points.
One mont, the ogres roared and killed a bunch of humans to seize high ground; the next mont, archers would shoot them into a sieve and lead the spear and shield soldiers to retake the position. But soon, chiras descended from the sky, bringing fla to the allied soldiers.
Death continuously unfolded.
Blood flowed across the Triel Valley, nourishing the wild grass.
This vast battlefield was like a black hole, greedily devouring lives from both sides of the war.
…
Due to Cassius’s absolute distrust of the players’ discipline, he did not place them in the most crucial frontal battlefield but instead positioned them on the flank.
Thus, on the side of the Ashen Nest were one thousand players led by zulash and five hundred Tiefling warriors.
On the side of the allied forces was a three thousand n reinforcent from the Boske Family, though not elite.
Compared to the extrely intense and deadly frontal battlefield, the right flank was sowhat more relaxed, but the situation was still chaotic and even more so.
While the Tieflings and allied troops carefully ford their formations and tested each other’s strength cautiously, the players charged forward like runaway horses.
After all, they never cared about military discipline.
“Charge!”
“WHAAAA!”
“Watch my performance!”
“For the Horde! No, for the Ashen Nest!”
Leading the charge was the player with the ID “Wings of Freedom.” By now, he had fully accepted his nickna, Holy Light Bro, and ran naked at the front of the battlefield.
Wings of Freedom’s occupation was the nature-embracing Earth Druid, fitting his character, and he was accompanied by several owls, his animal companions.
“Wild Form!”
“Roar!”
Holy Light Bro assud a cringe-inducing pose, dropped to all fours, and transford into a robust brown bear, roaring as he charged directly toward the line.
The allied forces gaped at the players recklessly charging without any tactics, then quickly snapped out of it and began rapidly shooting volleys of arrows.
“Why are there so many arrows!”
“Shield up, shield !”
“Barbarian, cover !”
“Priest, cast a Sanctuary Spell, I’m about to drop!”
After several rounds of arrow volleys, the players suffered heavy casualties.
The worst off was Holy Light Bro in bear form; his large size made him a conspicuous target, and he was struck by the most arrows, looking more like a giant porcupine than a brown bear.
He reverted to his bare-bottod corpse still shrouded in a thin layer of Holy Light only after his health dropped to zero, with arrows sticking out all over.
“No—Holy Light Bro—”
“How can we stand this?”
“A bunch of NPCs dare to cause trouble here!”
The players quickly launched a counterattack, led by the mbers of the [chanical God Cult]. Mostly chanic Mages, they had already created a lot of bizarre gadgets.
“Guardian ch activated.”
With the cold chanical voice, a tall black shadow appeared among the players’ ranks.
“Holy shit, what is that?”
“Did soone make a Gundam?”
“So damn cool, I want one too!”
The over-four-ter-tall Arcane Armor stood on the battlefield, though the tal parts looked crudely made; it still didn’t hide the ch’s romanticism. The pilot was none other than Steel Torrent, the president of the chanical God Cult.
This was an [Arcane Armor], a trait of the Armored Division, a sub-occupation of the chanic Mage. The piece Steel Torrent wore was the Guardian model, suitable for charging and front-line combat.
“Make way, let through!”
Steel Torrent laughed heartily, driving his ch forward, crashing through the enemies.
He had used up all his savings and even privately diverted funds from Storm Arsenal to create this armor and was now excited to finally show it off.
What’s the point of having a ch if you don’t flaunt it?
The archers of the allied forces imdiately focused on the oddly shaped iron lump, shooting various arrows at it.
“Trying to shoot a Gundam with arrows?”
Steel Torrent sneered.
“Protective Field!”
The Guardian Armor raised its left arm, and under the activation of magic runes, a transparent force field appeared in front of it, effortlessly blocking the incoming arrows.
Following Steel Torrent, the players pushed forward, arriving in front of the spear and shield soldiers.
The allied forces had never seen such a thing before. Facing the ever-approaching Guardian Armor, they scrambled to attack in panic.
“Sir, the tis have changed!”
“Thunder Combat Fist!”
Steel Torrent shouted and threw a punch; boosters on his arm burst into flas, and arcs of electricity wrapped around his fist.
“Boom!”
With a thunderous boom, the shields of the allied forces were smashed in, leaving a dramatic fist imprint. The soldiers behind the shield were killed instantly.
The surrounding soldiers clutched their ears in pain, their bodies still zapped by paralyzing electric arcs.
“Three hundred!”
“Three hundred! Three hundred!”
Steel Torrent laughed wildly, plowing through the allied lines like a wolf among sheep, smashing soldiers with each punch. The continuous “contribution 300” updates on his interface thrilled him imnsely.
“I’m going to go eat fries after this!”
Battlefield Wheelchair Man followed behind Steel Torrent, holding his “Steel Shooter,” firing a shot straight ahead.
With the gunfire roaring, dense tal bullets sprayed out, and clusters of allied soldiers fell, wailing in agony.
“Holy shit, four kills with one shot!”
“Is it this strong?”
Battlefield Wheelchair Man, eyes wide open in excitent, watched the updates on his interface.
This gun had earned a spot next to the Type Two submachine gun in his heart.
“chanic Mages are so much fun to play.”
“I want to switch occupations, anyone want to join?”
“Do you even understand the blueprints? Talking about switching so suddenly.”
“Charge, charge!”
Steel Torrent had brutally torn a hole in the enemy formation, and the players surged forward, swarming into the breach in the line.
“For the faction contribution!”
“For the Dragon Maid!”
Sorcerers launched fiery fireballs, Druids summoned strange beasts, Bards played spell songs, and Wanderers sniped from the ground.
“Mage, don’t cast Darkness Spell! I can’t see!”
“Hold off, Wild Sorcerer!”
“Did you just cast Wild Magic Surge under your feet?”
“Bard, cast Demon Fire.”
The players charged forward, shouting, and used their various skills. Technicolor lights flew everywhere in a mix of weird weapons.
The allied forces had never encountered such a professional army before. Facing the unruly tactics of the players, they had no choice but to retreat in panic.
The Tieflings in the distance initially had their tactics planned out, but after seeing the players rushing headlong, they suddenly didn’t know what to do.
“Captain, what do we…”
Damascus stepped forward and asked.
zulash donned his helt, picked up his sword, and calmly said, “Just follow their attack and enjoy the spoils. Don’t worry about these Starfallen’s lives.”
“They are undying, but we are not.”
“Prepare to attack.”
He had beco increasingly adept at exploiting the players.
“Yes, Captain.”
The Tieflings also charged through the breach made by the players, but they still maintained a tight formation, attacking in a more orderly manner.
The players noticed the Tieflings joining the fray.
“Damn, NPCs are stealing our kills!”
That was their only thought.
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