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A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 462 - 344: Second-Phase Amethyst Lion, Terror Unleashed
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Chapter 462: Chapter 344: Second-Phase Amethyst Lion, Terror Unleashed

When Galos’ command to attack was issued.

The War Giant Beast of the Molten Iron Tribe suddenly awakened, letting out a roar that shook the sky, and advanced with heavy steps that made the earth tremble, surging towards Echo Rift.

"Roar——!!!"

The roar of the Purple Crystal Lion King condensed into a sound wave almost tangible in its intensity.

The towering cliffs on both sides of the rift were affected, stones crumbling and dust swirling in the air.

About ten Advanced Lion Beasts had already leaped to the top of the rift, their muscles taut, claws gripping deeply into the rock. Despite their fierce appearance, they held back their boiling battle spirit, confronting the Dragon Group spiraling endlessly in the sky above, blotting out the sun.

At the same time.

Receiving the Lion King’s command, the entire Lion Group Legion erupted like a breached flood, launching a full assault simultaneously with the Molten Iron Legion.

The distance between the two sides was already short, and now it rapidly closed.

The earth trembled violently under iron hooves and giant claws, groaning under the heavy strain.

The charge of the Mammoth Lion Group was like an avalanche, each massive pawstep shattering the rocks, leaving a network of cracks on the ground.

Their massive bodies far surpassed ordinary elephants, muscles knotted like blocks of granite, and their curved tusks shone with a blade-like cold gleam, their charge capable of toppling the sturdiest walls.

On their wings, the Shadow Mane Lion Group turned into bizarre black shadows, claws tearing through the air with a shrill whistling, their speed ghostly swift.

The air was torn asunder in a mournful howl.

The Wind Blade Lion spread its translucent Elemental Wind Wings, frantically stirring the airflow, raising a gale that blotted out the sky, stirring up sand and sharp stones, trying to completely obscure the defenders’ sight, creating a perfect opportunity for a lethal ground-level Lion Beast assault.

However, what awaited them was the fierce barrage from the well-prepared Molten Iron Legion.

Boom Boom Boom!

The Alchemy Heavy Cannons let out deafening roars, with round after round of alternating fire.

Scorching Alchemy Bullets tore through the sky, exploding amidst the charging Lion Group, blooming into cruel flowers of shattered flesh, torn limbs, and fiery flames.

The Lion Group quickly reacted,

among them, the Magic Beasts began launching ranged attacks, either summoning Wind Blades to intercept the whistling cannonballs, or conjuring fireballs and shooting spikes in retaliation.

And the beasts at the forefront were particularly thick-skinned and tough.

As long as they weren’t directly hit by the cannonballs, even if their limbs were missing and they were drenched in blood, most managed to struggle back up, letting out painful and furious roars, continuing their charge.

The brutal casualties didn’t stop the torrent.

Before long, the vanguard of both sides clashed with a thunderous collision, entering the heated stage of hand-to-hand combat.

Individually, the Lion Group’s average life level was significantly higher, their power, speed, and physique surpassing the normal warriors of the Molten Iron Legion.

However, unlike the borderland outposts where equipment varied and training was uneven.

Every Molten Iron Warrior gathered at Echo Rift was a veteran who had survived countless bloody battles, seasoned by relentless training, their tactical coordination ingrained into instinct—they were an elite force truly adept at warfare.

On this grand and chaotic battlefield.

Unless an individual’s life level allowed them to take on thousands and disregard formations, the harmony between warriors could still play a decisive role.

"Form ranks——!"

The bellow of the Commander echoed across the battlefield like war drums.

The Ogre Heavy Warriors responded with an earth-shaking shout, instantly grounding their Giant Shields with heavy thuds.

Amidst the clang of steel colliding, a towering and icy-cold steel wall rose abruptly from the ground.

Magic——Resist Impact!

Magic——Protect Against Physical Damage!

Magic——Shield Technique!

...

In the rear, Legion Mages calmly wielded their Magic Staffs, their movements uniform.

They did not waste precious magical power on offensive magic, instead fully supporting their comrades on the frontlines enduring the greatest pressure.

The Ogre Heavy Warriors, already towering like hills, seemed to swell again under the layers of magical radiance, their muscles bulging, skin shining with a metallic sheen, like a truly indestructible wall of brass and iron.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The frenzied charge of the Mammoth Lion Group struck the shield wall like a heavy hammer.

Instantly, the solid shields were dented, and the Ogre shield-bearers’ bodies shuddered violently, their stout arm muscles twisted, blood oozing from their mouths and noses.

Yet their legs were planted into the earth like cast iron pillars, unwavering!

Even, under the continuous chanting and amplification from the Mages behind them, this steel wall began to emit a low roar, pressing forward under immense pressure, forcing the massive Mammoth Lions to retreat stumblingly.

Buzz Buzz Buzz——!

Just as the Lion Group’s charge faltered, the Alchemy Golems—Steel Rippers activated.

The engines in their chests roared, the Chainsaw Swords in their hands let out teeth-grating whirls as they marched heavily into the breach in the line.

The rapidly spinning saw-toothed blades, once they touched the bodies of the Lion Beasts, immediately inflicted terrifying lacerations.

The fur, muscles, and bones of the Lion Beasts shattered and splattered amidst the piercing noise.

The Centaur Knights charged from the flanks,

their four hooves galloping swiftly over the ground.

The several-meter-long Fine Steel Lance, levelled by their speed, ripped through the air effortlessly, precisely piercing the Lion Beasts’ sides and necks, leaving gaping wounds that gushed blood.

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