Free Web NovelChapter 448: Chapter 338: The Might of the Dragon Group, Rivers of Blood (Part 3)
Boom!!!
Samantha cried out in pain, furiously sweeping her claws across, sending the Paladin flying like a ragdoll.
But she immediately noticed that there was an invisible chain-like glow on the Paladin, flashing briefly, connecting him with other soldiers behind him.
Chain of Protection, its effect is to link with teammates, sharing and weakening the damage received together.
Though the Paladin who was knocked away had his armor severely dented and spat blood, he was not fatally injured, struggling to get back up and charge at Samantha once again.
Meanwhile, more Paladins, Knights, and Warriors surrounded from all directions.
The Red Dragon’s mouth curved into a smile.
Suddenly she flapped her wings and her massive body shot skyward without hesitation.
She chose not to linger in battle but instead used the Dragon Race’s absolute maneuverability in the sky to head toward other relatively weaker defended areas, continuing her feast of destruction, slaughtering wantonly.
The Anti-Air Arrays deployed throughout the Quenching Highlands had long been fully activated, yet failed to drag these terrifying Giant Dragons to the ground.
The Dragons of the Molten Iron Tribe are by no means foolish beasts, each equipped at great expense with advanced counter-alchemy tools, allowing them to greatly resist the effects of various Anti-Air Arrays.
The Iron Dragon Solrog locked its target on the western walls.
A dense barrage of Armor-Piercing Crossbow Cannons and Magic Crystal Light Columns covered where he previously was, only piercing through a gradually dissipating afterimage.
In reality, he had already reappeared beneath the wall through short-range Spiritual Teleportation.
His gigantic Dragon Claw smashed against the base of the wall.
Magic-like Skill — Metal Resonance!
The entire wall vibrated like a tuning fork struck by a giant hammer; the high-frequency tremors caused the defenders’ ears and noses to bleed, the organs to rupture, and the spikes and demon patterns attached to the wall to shatter inch by inch.
Boom! The Iron Dragon swept its claw and tail, shattering the western wall.
The Casters who were constructing magic felt a sudden pain in their heads, their concentration slightly scattered, forcing them to abort the magic construction, suffering severe backlash in the process.
In some ways, a Mind Mage is the nemesis of a Caster.
Unless prepared in advance, an ordinary Caster finds it very difficult to successfully cast magic against a Mind Mage.
Rumble!
The other side of the sky had long been completely covered by rolling clouds.
Bolts of Celestial Thunder, thick as dragons and glaringly bright, continuously struck like divine punishment, slamming the ranks of the defenders on the wall.
Blue Dragon Heryam elegantly circled in the thunderstorm, each wing beat drawing more violent lightning.
He shimmered with electricity, adeptly controlling the storm, casting Lightning Chains and Thunderstorm Techniques over the densest sections of the defenders.
Crack—Boom!!!
The young and battle-hungry Red Dragon Kahill, with her face full of bloodthirsty excitement, chose the most direct and furious approach—charging straight into the Alchemy Golem Corps.
The heavy fists, cutting blades, and energy rays of the Golems rained down on her furiously.
Her hard Dragon Scale was torn open, spilling scalding Dragon Blood.
But the injuries and pain only continued to fuel her Fury. She let out an ear-splitting roar, her body swelling with rage, grabbing, tearing, and brutally disassembling the heavy steel constructs as if they were children’s toys.
The rampage of the Giant Dragons led to the crumbling and shattering of the walls, which lost their defensive capability.
The tidal wave of monsters from the Molten Iron Legion poured through countless gaps like a deluge breaking through a dam.
The Centaur’s Ironhoof crushed enemy chests mercilessly, the Werewolf’s claws precisely plucked out beating hearts, and the Ogre swung a Giant Wolf Fang Club, smashing evading soldiers into pulp... The defenders of Quenching Highlands couldn’t organize an effective resistance, the balance of war tilting completely lopsided.
Tear!
A blood-drenched Knight Captain tirelessly swung a Giant Sword, beheading a charging Werewolf.
He breathed heavily, catching in the corner of his eye a glance towards the center of the stronghold, shrouded in thick dust.
He could barely make out glimpses of the Red Iron Giant Dragon, saw the heroic silhouettes of Paladins charging with swords, and faintly heard the heart-wrenching roars, howls, and sound of metal being torn within.
The Knight Captain silently prayed in his heart, praying for the Iron Wall General to perform a miracle, lead the elite Paladins in slaying the dragon leader.
If that happened, there could still be a glimmer of hope for this battle.
Boom!!!
Just then, a muffled crash sounded from the center of the dust.
Immediately, a figure flew backward, crashing into rubble heavily.
His Armor was utterly twisted and deformed, his body drenched in blood, his chest torn open by a dreadful force, revealing a glimpse of a heart beating behind shattered bones.
The Knight Captain’s pupils abruptly contracted, his movements stopping sharply.
He saw it clearly.
That figure was none other than the Iron Wall General he placed his last hope on, Paladin Hamilton.
Whoosh—!
A sharp sound of something cutting through the air suddenly arose from his side! The Knight Captain instinctively raised his sword to block, but a several-meter-long heavy lance pierced through the gap in his defense ahead of time.
The lance effortlessly penetrated his breastplate, running through his body.
A muscular Centaur Warrior, without hesitation, swung the lance, throwing his body aside, and continued charging towards the next enemy without pause.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Iron Wall General Hamilton lay in the rubble, coughing up blood mixed with pieces of shredded organs.
He let out a roar of frustration, and the remnants of Holy Oath Energy within him surged wildly, transforming into a crown silhouette, washing over, healing his near-fatal injuries.
He struggled, grabbing the Giant Sword lying next to him, and charged back into the dust-shrouded region.
The Red Iron Dragon’s massive tail swept like a battle axe, severing three Alchemy Golems attempting to halt him, spilling gears and pipelines like a downpour, igniting the black oil that splattered out in a blazing flame.
The Iron Wall General leapt high, Holy Light Sword glinting over ten meters in length, aiming for the Red Iron Dragon’s neck.
The Red Iron Dragon had just clapped its claws together, crushing two Paladins trying to restrain it into pulp.
Facing the Iron Wall General’s attack, it didn’t even turn its head, simply raising one Dragon Wing, fanning backward swiftly like swatting a fly.
Boom!
The Iron Wall General was sent flying back many times faster than he had arrived, the newly formed Holy Oath Crown shattered to pieces, all his bones breaking from the impact, crashing back to the ground, deeply embedded into the rubble.
But unlike before.
This time, he couldn’t get up, completely losing his breath, dying right there.
Supreme Slash!
Another blood-covered Paladin poured his last energy into his sword, viciously striking at the Red Iron Dragon’s hind leg.
Yet this strike, charged with life and faith, only left a shallow white mark on the thick Dragon Scale.
The weakness of its power suggested the Dragon facing them belonged to some kind of benevolent faction.
The Red Iron Dragon raised its hind foot, stamping down, crushing the Paladin who had ambushed it.
In merely a few short breaths.
The Red Iron Dragon flapped its wings, stirring up a gale, blowing away all the dust and smoke surrounding it, fully revealing its robust, menacing body born for battle, with scattered corpses, twisted golem remains, and still-burning ruins around.
The remaining defenders, their morale plummeted to the bottom, broke down.
The surviving soldiers began fleeing in disarray, some despairingly dropping their weapons and surrendering, a few still shouting in resistance being swiftly overwhelmed and swallowed by the surging wave of monsters.
As time passed, the deafening sounds of slaughter, explosions, roars on the battlefield... gradually diminished and fell silent.
This battle for reclaiming lost territory and announcing the return of the Molten Iron Tribe at the Quenching Highlands ended as the last wisps of smoke curled away.
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