Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you! Chapter 569 - 204: The Little Tail Piercing Through the Ches

The mission of completely erasing the goblin empire from the continental map was undertaken by a coalition of multiple nations from above.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Pick up your weapons, smash their skulls, use their intestines as ropes!"

"Leave none behind, this ti let's not let the Prayer Corps snatch away our ritorious achievents again!"

Ragtag bellows reverberated across the battlefield as the Dwarf powerhouses unleashed their angry roars.

After the recent period of fierce competition, the military camps of several nations had already been tornted enough by the players.

Noticing that the Anti-Casting Field Device had completely dissipated, the Dwarves were the first to react.

Under the leadership of their own leader, the Dwarf Corps was the first to abandon the idea of hiding and began to stand up one after another from the Black Forest, taking the lead at the core of their formation.

They laughed maniacally, brandishing their weapons and letting out wolf-like howls as they sward towards Wandong City.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out.

And now, the soldiers standing on the walls of Wandong City, upon seeing the enemy begin their assault, didn't hesitate to set up their heavy ordinance and returned fire directly.

Fortunately, many pieces of equipnt in Wandong City inherently possessed Magical Device properties. Although due to the Anti-Casting Field Device, many Magical Devices were restricted to kinetic attack modes, with the field now gone, they could fully unleash the power of their Magical Equipnt.

In a flash, magic, Divine Arts, and a barrage of swords rained down across the battlefield.

In an instant, both sides sustained casualties. The suddenly enhanced Magical Equipnt, capitalizing on its superior functioning, created a literal 'at grinder' against the coalition.

Both sides fought as if mad.

At that mont, a host of players erged, and the focus of both armies turned towards this group that had suddenly broken through.

Before they could ponder where these players had co from, the intensity of the battle soared.

"Cursers, Cursers, don't hold back your curse power, first max out the curse power in the direction the Dwarf Corps is advancing."

"Where are the Curse Swordsn? Charge in, we Curse Swordsn will take responsibility for this area. Haha, fight while recovering curse power, watch wipe out these Dwarves!"

"The curse power is maxed out, the curse power is maxed out; now in front of them, flas from burning curse power blaze!"

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A short-haired player could be heard shouting at the top of his lungs, as more than 2000 newbie players ignited the curse power within their bodies, turning it into a massive spread of blood-red flas like molotov cocktails, setting ablaze a large area in front of them.

At this mont, the seasoned players who had class changed into Curse Swordsn surged forth, easily turning the curse-filled area into a zone of terrifying corrosion.

Compared to the Battle Aura of the common warriors and the Frenzy of the Berserkers, the curse power of the Curse Swordsn was more sinister and extre—like a Transcendent power born specifically to destroy equipnt and weapons.

The Dwarves, a race that relied on their prodigious strength, were the most countered by the Curse Swordsn.

With years of inheritance, those with maxed-out "Equipnt Crafting" skills never lacked top-notch gear. In fact, without a doubt, the Dwarf Clan's gear accessibility definitely ranked in the top three across the Shen Hua continent.

But at the sa ti... because of this heavy reliance on equipnt, they beca the favorite targets of the Curse Swordsn without any surprise.

In an instant, the clash was at close quarters!

In the midst, many players who had begun to class change into Mages started to drop Fireball Techniques, forcing the Dwarf Corps to shift their attack strategy.

Perhaps considering that compared to those pervasive black flas, the explosion zones ford by a fireball spell cast by over 7000 Mage players seed more fatal, Flo Copperbeard could no longer hold back.

Swinging his Warhamr, he bellowed with all his might, "For the glory of the Dwarf King, charge!"

A group of well-equipped Dwarves hesitated for a mont but still charged into the area covered by black flas.

The vanguard Dwarves cursed aloud, their weapons continuously sweeping aside the black flas that coated the grass like ink.

To their pleasant surprise, the temperature of these black flas was lower than they had anticipated; even when burned with weapons, they did not feel particularly hot.

Seeing the Dwarf Corps unaffected by the curse power field, Flo Copperbeard laughed maniacally as he led a charge against the players' army.

Soon, relying on his formidable strength, he slew more than a dozen Curse Swordsn who had rushed to intercept him within the domain of curse power.

"Weak, weak, so pathetically weak!"

Flo's gear never stopped, as he once again leveraged his brute force to pulverize an attacking player into a pulpy ss.

Just as he was ready to break through the special field ford by the curse power, Flo's face revealed an expression of shock.

He imdiately shifted his position and cast a sharp glance at the Knight who had charged in.