Under the night sky, the Wolf Blood King Camp which had been silent for minutes was like boiling water, countless people scread and ran out, various torches and flas lit up, and when many, having awakened from the shouting, walked out of tents and gazed at the night sky, a bone-chilling fear and coldness spread through everyone’s hearts.
The Autonomous Unit ’Flying Cockroach-Model 5’ under the chanical Council, as a continuation of the Fifth Epoch’s war, these ever-mission-executing machines ceaselessly chased traces of enemies between heaven and earth, clearing every living creature they saw, and now, as they reached this stronghold of a heretical species, the slaughter was about to begin.
Three targeted Butterfly Species fell into the heart of the Wolf Blood King Camp, then a blaze erupted, their tracks vanished, and at this mont, the autonomous machines losing their original targets began switching targets, locking onto any fleeing silhouette in their vision, then—
Those black-red arrows gripped by the chest feet fell, fine streams of fla spraying out from the tail, constantly accelerating, finally emitting a sharp whistle as they pierced through the night sky.
A rain of fire descended from the sky, countless tents and wooden materials were ignited, the burning flas soared into the sky, even Tilan and a few others in the wilderness outside the King Camp felt the spread of a heatwave.
"Is this the apocalypse?" Flan gripped a pen, staring blankly at the scene afar in astonishnt.
It was his first ti witnessing the terrifying destructive power and combat harvesting ability of the chanical Cluster, no wonder that for thousands of years, various newborn races kept migrating, evading these eternally unceasing slaughter machines.
Amidst the overwhelming blaze, an unusually lengthy wolf howl echoed in the heart of the King Camp, akin to so kind of signal, whereby all Wolf Blood Species inside the King Camp entered a berserk state, bloodline expanded, losing sense of pain, shedding fear, began drawing out various weapons and blades, fighting against these low-altitude swooping chanical Flying Cockroaches.
The sharp steel knife struck on the pitch-black tal shell, bursting out several fractured sparks, so barely tore open the seams of the chanical body’s armored plates, but more were cut into halves by the blade feet of the chanical Flying Cockroaches on the side abdon.
The laser detector on top shot out red lasers, constantly moving and rotating, these chanical bodies locked onto one ’heretical life’ after another in their vision, carrying out efficient slaughter, the entire King Camp filled with sounds of running and crying.
In the camp center where the rocket shots were densest, the Wolf Blood Queen bathed after the flas, her sharp dark red claws ripping open one approaching chanical Flying Cockroach after another, the extraordinarily solid tallic shell armor seed as fragile as paper at her fingertips, easily torn apart.
At her feet and around, various chanical wreckages piled up, so still sparking and shimring electrically, attempted to restart, yet with only so systems and limbs remaining, the machines could only produce slight spark noises.
With the battle ongoing, having the Wolf Blood Queen as their backbone, the Wolf Blood Species gathered, and such dense formation greatly reduced casualties from the Six-winged Flying Cockroach’s impact.
"Save , let in too." A woman of a different race, clutching a child of around six years old, hoped to enter the assembly of Wolf Blood Species for protection.
"Get away!" With blood all over, the Wolf Blood Species paid no mind to the survival of these other races, directly slashing the woman and child open, then stepping over the bodies to continue onward.
Though loathso, they were fierce enough, deterring many others thinking of risking sneaking in.
In the blaze, buildings crumbled, the continuously side-rotating Six-winged Flying Cockroaches descending from the sky, encircling the entire camp, amidst buzzing, blades swept through, within just a few minutes clearing the streets of fleeing people.
At this ti, the Wolf Blood Species’ powerful physique and abilities such as berserk beca prominent, their survival rate notably higher than other races, and warriors among them, as long as not facing multiple Six-winged Flying Cockroaches, had so self-preservation ability.
"Sweep away these guys!" Again shredding through several chanical Flying Cockroaches swooping ahead, the Wolf Blood Queen overlooked the scene, shouting orders.
The battle was finally no longer one-sided, gradually entering a stalemate, if not for such powerful combat strength, the Wolf Blood Species would not have subdued the other fierce settlents on the prairie.
With balance seemingly forming, yet so would not let the Wolf Blood Species escape disaster just like that.
In the night, a woman with long dark purple hair slowly stood up, suddenly leapt, revealing the bright sword edge in hand, this stone-like longsword in her hand blood with gorgeous purple veins, the sword edge moved fluorescences carved a fleeting trajectory in the night sky, slashing straight at the Wolf Blood Queen within the formation.
Personality Weapon, guiding the Butterfly Species to lure the chanical Cluster, mysterious envoy from the Northern continent, this woman’s secrets were nurous, and she also had deep ties with the Butterfly Species, today seeking revenge for the great fire twenty years ago.
"Hahahaha—"
In the blaze, the Wolf Blood Queen laughed madly in response to the arriving avenger, the extended claws akin to parallel blood-red blade edges, leaving residual marks in the air, obstructing the attack of the suddenly close dark-haired woman.
Blade edge and sword edge collided in the night, the four-ter-tall Wolf Blood Queen confronted the woman before her like hitting a child, the blood-red long claws constantly swung, even if the dark-haired woman possessed Sequence 6 strength, she gradually faltered.
"Really young and naive!" Watching her gradually weaken, the Wolf Blood Queen mocked.
"Your skills, and swordsmanship, remind of Molila twenty years ago, but compared to her, you are still unqualified, hahahaha—" Amidst the laughter, the Wolf Blood Queen’s narrow eyes left long red marks in the night, claws danced wildly, the torrential attack tore opening after opening on the opponent, rather than killing imdiately, she preferred watching the opponent fall into despair, and then slowly collapse.
The thrill of this violent ravage, almost inscribed in every Wolf Blood Species’ gene, driving them onto a path of continuous battle, unable to bear dull and mundane life.
"So, this is the revenge you want to convey, truly—— laughable!"
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