Chapter 1792: Chapter 544: Poker Round · Flower Card Bluff Win
“All units, suppress firepower! Group A Vanguard Squad, block the next wave of dragon’s breath—ensure the Hunting God Team’s combat power remains intact…”
“Vanguard Group A’s heavy cha shield resistance to acidic magic patterns has been corroded by 27%, execute the replacent order; Vanguard Group B, move up…”
“Careful! The target has activated the Highly Poisonous Domain. Magic Barrier deployed, Potion Squad, release toxin neutralizer…”
“Spearhead Battle Armor Team’s damage rate is 13%. The decoy has been deployed, execute Plan S! Magic Energy Dragon-Hunting Crossbow, prepare to fire!”
“Spearhead Team, prepare to assault, Anti-Matter Cannon remains on standby…”
“…”
The command center housed a communication terminal connected to hundreds of chanical battle armors.
Real-ti battle commands were being issued relentlessly by the strategists inside the command center.
Many of these tactics had already been thoroughly discussed beforehand by Catherine Carter and Leonard Churchill.
A significant number of these strategies were recomndations proposed by Leonard Churchill, so nothing ca as a surprise.
The forces engaged in the fight were all elite Allied troops; even when faced against the unprecedented Eighth Rank Dragon Descendant, no one backed down.
Orders were executed almost flawlessly, without any major errors.
While the battle was intense, in Leonard Churchill’s view, if the enemy couldn’t employ any unexpected moves, the outco was inevitable.
After all, the chanical Legion was capable of withstanding the first wave of the fiercest assaults; beyond that, it was simply an attritional warfare.
Both the domain and dragon’s breath were considered “big moves” when the Dragon-blooded Card Masters transford.
Although these attacks were incredibly powerful,
they consud trendous amounts of Curse Power.
“Poison Scythe” Zorass was undoubtedly of the Eighth Rank, but not everyone possessed “Gluttony,” the Demon God Secret Skill, like Leonard Churchill.
Curse Power was finite.
Failing to pierce the chanical Legion’s defensive formation with dragon’s breath ant such “big moves” could not be endlessly employed; the longer the battle lasted, the weaker he would beco.
anwhile, the chanical equipnt was replaceable.
For instance, the poison-resistant chanical shields specifically prepared for this ambush—each soldier had several backups.
Once corroded, they could be replaced and continue fighting.
Although chanical battle armors also faced issues like overloading and energy depletion, with precise tactical coordination, defensive intervals could be used effectively to swap out components and restore combat power.
This was the terrifying aspect of the chanical Legion.
These hundreds of chanical battle armors functioned as individual units but also as a cohesive whole.
If one failed to penetrate the Legion’s formation, they beca an unstoppable steel tide.
In the sky, the reddish-brown monster dragon grew increasingly frustrated, yet it remained helpless against the chanical Legion.
“Poison Scythe” Zorass had never fought such an oppressive battle before. It seed that every tactic he used was precisely countered, his efforts landing ineffectively as if striking cotton.
He couldn’t understand, thinking this was supposed to be a trivial lawn-mowing session against the East Wilderness locals.
How had it ended up like this?
As the commander, Zorass couldn’t fathom it, nor could the rcenaries of the Dragon Wing Viper rcenary Group.
Under the concentrated barrage of countless Magic Energy Cannons from the chanical Legion, seventh and eighth-tier card masters could rely on their formidable strength to endure,
but the low-level card masters were nothing more than sitting ducks.
Against the terrifying firepower coverage of the Alliance Army, the ancient magical equipnt of the Southern Continent was as fragile as paper.
At that mont, death seed to personally visit the battlefield, an invisible black scythe cutting down lives as bodies fell like harvested wheat.
…
However, the core focus of the entire battlefield remained the encirclent of the Eighth Rank “Poison Scythe” Zorass.
The vast encampnt was now enveloped in a thick green toxic mist, rendering visibility completely impossible.
This was Zorass’s Highly Poisonous Domain.
For ordinary human card masters, it wasn’t just a matter of not being able to see; they would dissolve into a bloody pool within monts.
But the sensory capabilities of chanical battle armors were completely unaffected. Though blind visually, the chanics’ helts displayed the target’s location with clarity.
Thermal imaging and life-detection technology exposed every movent of the target.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
Over a hundred Demonic Break rune lock chains [chanical Dragon Hunting Spears] shot out from steam-powered jetting devices, which had been charged for so ti.
Steam machinery required charging, but unlike human movent patterns, it lacked the conspicuous pre-swing gestures, allowing for swift, concealed launches.
In his transford dragon form, Zorass had gained imnse physical prowess, but his ability to evade was significantly hampered.
Over a hundred steel ropes accurately struck the monster dragon, its wingspan stretching over ten ters in the air.
Although a series of “clang, clang, clang” sounds accompanied by flickering firelights indicated failure to penetrate his defense,
no one in the command center was concerned.
Because the “manual” explicitly stated that such dragon-hunting spears were incapable of harming Eighth Rank Dragon Descendants.
The true function of the steel ropes was to bind!
The monster dragon, caught off guard, was imdiately ensnared by the massive steel web.
Although he managed to corrode a few ropes around his neck with dragon’s breath, in that fleeting mont, the second and third wave of steel ropes rained down.
After the hiss of several rounds of steam boilers venting pressure, the monster dragon in the sky was now tightly bound by hundreds of chanical steel ropes, and their numbers continued to increase.
Like a caged bird trapped in an iron prison, there was no escape.
Despite “Poison Scythe” Zorass’s furious roaring and continuous dragon’s breath attacks to snap the ropes, this was the Alliance Army’s tactic.
They intended to force him into using dragon’s breath repeatedly, exhausting his Curse Power.
Against an Eighth Rank Dragon Descendant, without the ability to swiftly eliminate him, attritional warfare was the only option.
Like prey ensnared in a hunter’s trap, the ideal mont for capture was when the prey was drained and defenseless.
After struggling for what felt like an eternity, the monster dragon finally admitted defeat, his enormous form shrinking rapidly as he reverted back to human shape.
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