Above the dwarven city.
The crimson cloud ford by magic expanded even further, now covering nearly one-third of the city.
The flas in the sky resembled a teor shower. One by one, massive fireballs trailed blazing tails as they plumted to the earth.
The tightly packed beastn were dealt a devastating blow. Even the tenacious high-level warriors were gravely injured by the fireball explosions. Many more were directly incinerated into charcoal.
No one could remain calm in the face of such a cataclysm.
The scorched black earth burned fiercely.
Charred corpses emitted a pungent stench. Acrid smoke and dust from the scorched ground choked every breath.
It was as though demons had descended from the Abyss to destroy the world.
This was the power of spellcasters.
This was why Mages held far greater status than Warriors.
When groups of spellcasters ford casting formations together, their power could decide the outco of an entire war!
Led by Level 15 Shadow High Priest Emi and Level 15 Dark Priest Stanley, along with over a hundred third-generation Bloodline Descendants at Levels 7 to 9 and two hundred fourth-generation Bloodline Descendants at Levels 3 to 4. They all simultaneously drank Mana-Infused Blood, and had prepared this large-scale composite spell a full day in advance - Tier 4 Spell: teor Firestorm.
Its apocalyptic destructive power directly caused the ten-thousand-strong beastman army to collapse.
By comparison, the fierce rampage of the two powerful iron behemoths, Kosso and Castro, only stirred chaos among the beastn.
In fact, once the beastn recovered, the two would beco primary targets for their counterattack.
But the appearance of the spellcasters directly shattered and collapsed the beastn’s strength.
Warriors were not weak in individual combat, but in the face of warfare on the scale of tens of thousands, they seed utterly insignificant.
Even a colossus like Kosso could only unleash limited power once surrounded by sufficient numbers of troops.
But if spellcasters were granted the space and ti to cast, they could imdiately determine the direction of the entire war.
That was why Mages held such exalted status, because they were a strategic force.
At this mont, Castro was thrilled, unleashing the majesty of the King of Dawn Bats without restraint amid the flaming sky.
His heavy armor made him completely impervious to the falling fireballs. His extraordinarily high magic resistance, which rendered him immune to spells below Tier 4, allowed him to remain unscathed even when burned by magical flas.
In fact, cloaked in flas, his lethality only grew stronger.
To that end, he even used magic to coat his armor in fire.
Boom~
Another building was smashed to rubble. The beastn hiding inside were instantly buried.
So beastn had fled into the dwarven city, but Castro’s massive body and irresistible force delivered crushing damage to them.
Without the limitation of high-level combatants, this iron behemoth faced absolutely no pressure when dealing with beastn below Level 15.
This was pure, naked slaughter, utterly devoid of rcy.
Boom boom boom~
As Castro dove toward another street packed with beastn, a piercing whistle sliced through the air, massive ballista bolts fired.
Beastn hidden in the shadows had concentrated all the city’s ballistae in one location, these were the only weapons capable of harming the iron behemoths, the last thread of hope the beastn clung to.
The arm-thick siege ballista bolts were terrifying weapons capable of piercing city walls. Even the thickest warrior shields couldn’t stop them.
In the eager gazes of the beastn below, boom boom boom~
The behemoth didn’t dodge and was struck by the ballistae!!
But their elation lasted less than a second, next ca a wave of cold dread through their limbs.
Bang~ a sound like eggs shattering against stone.
The siege bolts, which could pierce fortress walls, shattered outright when they struck Castro’s abdominal armor.
The imnse impact left only a few small dents in his armor.
They couldn’t break through!!
Dozens of ballista bolts, the supposed beastman trump card, could not even scratch this behemoth.
The morale that had just been surging collapsed instantly.
Every beastman manning a ballista was now filled with despair. This had been a hard-earned opportunity to strike, but their last-hope killing weapon had no effect!?
The siege ballista couldn’t even pierce the opponent’s armor?!!
What kind of monster was this?! How could armor be this impenetrable?!
If that was the case, who could possibly defeat this iron behemoth?!
Even before Castro launched a counterattack, the beastn had already fallen into hopelessness.
Though Castro took no damage, the impact still made his body shudder. He suddenly turned his head and glared at the beastn below, who were reloading for another volley.
Rage burned in his heart.
“You dare to et death head-on?!”
With a single turn, his colossal body lunged toward the dwarven ballistae.
Despite wearing heavy armor and possessing a massive fra, the King of Dawn Bats had not lost his agility. Bats, by nature, were nimble beings.
Though Castro could no longer be considered an ordinary bat, his body remained flexible.
Once again, shadows cloaked the beastn, and with ten fireballs falling per second, the ballistae were engulfed in flas.
After one round of ranged assault, Castro closed in on the beastn manning the ballistae. His terrifying form, spanning sixteen blades in wingspan, dealt a far deadlier physical blow to the despairing beastn.
The remaining dozens of ballistae were reduced to charcoal after just two of Castro’s dives.
The beastn in that open ground were all claid by death.
From this mont on, no one in the city could stop this newborn king’s devastating swoops.
Outside the dwarven city, in the open field, Kosso’s battle was even more brutal than Castro’s.
No one could harm Kosso, who was clad in eight tons of armor rated Perfect★★★, just one step away from becoming Transcendent-quality.
The siege bolts that could pierce human shields struck his armor with nothing but tallic clangs, not even a scratch could be made.
Beastman long blades shattered on impact, spears broke on thrust.
It was pure gear superiority.
The only one who could slow Kosso’s advance, even slightly, was Level 16 Wolfman Warrior Craig Shadowhunter.
But due to the massive equipnt disparity, Craig’s rare-quality longsword couldn’t inflict much damage on Kosso’s perfect-grade armor.
The Wolfman could only leave faint scratches, which ant nothing to armor several dozen centiters thick.
What made the difference, however, was that if Kosso found an opening, the Wolfman would suffer a lethal blow.
No one could survive the damage dealt by a seven-blade-tall giant swinging a sword.
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