Under the blade wings, the densely packed wyverns in the sky fell like rain. Boom boom boom~ Countless massive corpses slamd into the ground with heavy thuds.
Severed limbs covered the ground, blood flowed freely. More than a hundred beastn on the ground were directly crushed to death.
Even with tens of thousands of troops, at this mont, the battlefield belonged to one being alone, the newly born king, Castro.
Slaughter, this was pure and unbridled slaughter. No attack could threaten Castro, clad in transcendent armor.
In terms of speed, the wyverns couldn't match Castro’s supersonic flight.
In terms of strength, they were no match for a born king who inherited the blood of the bronze cyclops and could brawl with Kosso.
In terms of defense, the transcendent armor could erge unscathed even before powerful siege ballistae.
In terms of offense, blade wings could cut through anything below transcendent gear, and among the impoverished beastn, wearing armor at all already ant being wealthy, let alone transcendent equipnt.
So in every aspect, the wyverns were thoroughly crushed by Castro. This brutal massacre even left a severe psychological shadow in the bloodthirsty, war-loving beastn.
Castro didn’t waste any movents. He relied solely on supersonic attacks and the sharpness of his blade wings to kill enemies.
The simpler it was, the more effective, and utterly unstoppable.
Whether wyverns in the sky or beastn on the ground, every dive Castro made took dozens of lives.
A truly shocking scene unfolded.
Li De, dressed in a black mage robe embroidered with dark floral patterns, stood in the center of the battlefield holding Andabella, her blood-stained cloak draped over her.
Yet the tens of thousands of beastn didn’t dare approach. A full two hundred blades around him had beco a dead zone.
Because everything nearby had been reduced to nothing by that terrifying steel giant.
Spired houses built from solid bluestone had been crushed, burly beastn torn apart, and entire streets turned to rubble beneath Castro’s wings.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and dust.
Any beastman who dared to approach Li De at the center of the battlefield would suffer the cruelest assault from the steel giant.
After a few waves, no beastman dared cross the line between life and death drawn by the reaper.
A faint Dragonscale Shield shimred on Li De’s body, protecting both him and the Andabella in his arms.
Watching Castro’s slaughter, Li De’s expression did not waver in the slightest, as though he had seen this many tis before. The severed limbs and blood didn’t even draw a glance.
Blood and gore covered the ground, while above, the massive steel beast dominated the sky, hunting wyverns like a predator, those wyverns falling like rain, their wings folding as they plumted.
The epic, awe-inspiring scene ford a backdrop for the lone figure holding a girl in his arms.
The steel giant that had slaughtered countless beastn didn’t feel like the true protagonist here. The calm, motionless figure was clearly the one who ruled over all.
Andabella turned her head slightly in Li De’s embrace, observing everything around her with the corner of her eye. Seeing the steel behemoth butcher the beastn so effortlessly filled her with indescribable emotions.
She quietly studied the handso and youthful face of this mysterious man, who was he, really?
Why could he command a mighty dragon?
Why did he possess a steel giant that could transform and overwhelm everything?
Why did he risk facing tens or even hundreds of thousands of beastn to save her from the claws of a Level 19 Behemoth?
All these questions swirled through the mind of the proud girl. Yet no matter how she tried to reason it, she had no answers.
Li De’s once-handso face now seed shrouded in a veil of mystery. This figure had beco an enigma, one that compelled her to uncover the truth.
But Li De paid no attention to the girl in his arms. He silently observed the surrounding battlefield and didn’t speak a word to stop Castro’s rampage.
Indeed, even with their massive numbers, the beastn could do nothing but defend, while the one launching a fierce offensive was the unstoppable giant.
Castro’s explosive combat prowess gave Li De his most direct understanding of transcendent weapons. The power cultivated at a cost of no less than 500,000 Gold Pucks had finally shown its worth.
Had Castro been in the Dwarven Valley before donning this armor, he might have inflicted heavy damage on the beastn, but he absolutely couldn’t have suppressed tens of thousands of them singlehandedly.
Now, wearing transcendent armor, no beastman could stop him. None!
Even when two Level 15 wyverns were sent as reinforcents after the others were slain in droves, it still made no difference.
Though they were also Level 15, their claws couldn’t even scratch Castro’s defenses.
On the contrary, Castro’s blade wings could deal lethal damage to those Level 15 wyverns.
Such a simple sentence, yet so heavy.
At that mont, no less than seven beastn above Level 15 had arrived on the battlefield below.
Castro took off at exactly that mont.
They passed by each other.
These fierce, bloodstained beastman warriors glared furiously at Castro as he ascended into the sky, but could do nothing.
Even the wyverns they’d expected to intercept Castro instinctively veered away, not daring to collide with this killing machine.
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