Chapter 193: The Modao Squad! Advance!
Yaya, with her incredibly thick health bar, showed no signs of fatigue.
After knocking Tres to the ground, she was just about to open her mouth to bite this dangerous enemy to death.
But Tres roared, and instead of making a desperate counterattack, the bottom of his shoes lit up, shooting out a scorching flame.
The powerful propulsion force lifted Tres's entire body, sending him flying into the soft mud with a splash.
Yaya's bite missed. She glared at him angrily but ultimately chose not to pursue, grabbing Matthew, who had just cast another Fireball Spell, and charging toward the encirclement of soldiers.
"Roar…!"
"Ah…!"
"Kill them!"
"Run!"
Boom!
Various sounds blended together, throwing the entire misty swamp into chaos.
Yaya rampaged through the crowd, her claws slashing and tail sweeping.
Even though Yaya's body was still in its rapid growth stage, the terrifying destructive power she displayed inflicted heavy losses on the surrounding elite soldiers.
Many elite soldiers, intimidated by Yaya's terrifying strength, scrambled to retreat.
Meanwhile, the outer soldiers, captivated by Yaya's majestic form and the glory of being dragon slayers, surged forward to encircle her.
Exhausted from the relentless battle, Yaya gained dozens of small wounds.
Seizing the opportunity created by one of Matthew's Fireball Spells, Yaya fought her way out.
Yaya flapped her wings, creating a strong gust of wind, but the immense pressure still kept her grounded.
She dashed eastward, struggling to escape the soldiers' encirclement!
However, the heavily wounded Tres had not chosen to flee. Instead, he and the remaining 130 cavalrymen blocked Yaya's escape route.
Yaya halted her charge, her eyes filled with killing intent as she coldly scanned the surroundings, growling occasionally.
This was the first time Yaya had fought so desperately, and from the battle, she had learned many valuable lessons.
Tres, his face dark and grim, stared at Matthew, who was shielded in Yaya's embrace. Noticing his tattered cloak, he instinctively shouted:
"Prioritize attacking that spellcaster!"
Tres recognized the arcane robe's insignia on Matthew and felt a wave of anxiety.
"In the Netheril Empire, attacking a spellcaster could have severe consequences if any evidence is left behind!"
Under normal circumstances, even if there was a conflict, Tres would have backed off, pretending not to care.
But this was a fight for survival!
If Yaya and Matthew escaped, the Carlisle family might not suffer much, but Tres knew he would meet a terrible end!
So, Tres decided to go all out and leave no room for regret.
By killing Yaya and Matthew, he could force a fait accompli. The Carlisle family, reaping the benefits of the dragon, would naturally back him.
Thus, Tres was determined to eliminate both Matthew and Yaya!
As he shouted, the heavily injured Tres charged forward.
Seeing the bloodthirsty soldiers ready to overwhelm the weakened Yaya…
The sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps approached from a distance!
The outer soldiers turned to see about 200 heavily armored infantrymen marching toward them in unison.
Many soldiers, filled with rage, instinctively organized themselves to encircle the incoming heavy infantry.
To these soldiers, Yaya and Matthew were as good as dead; they simply needed to eliminate all witnesses.
Over 500 elite soldiers, along with more than 30 cavalrymen, formed ranks and charged toward the heavy infantry.
Seeing Yaya surrounded by soldiers, Angela suppressed her anger and frustration, focusing on the approaching enemies. She shouted in a clear voice:
"Modao Squad! Advance!"
The heavily armored infantry lowered their weapons in unison.
The long-handled weapons they held were nearly 1.5 meters long, forged entirely of fine iron, and incredibly heavy.
Any soldier with a strength attribute below 15 would struggle to lift them!
At the top of these heavy weapons was a thick, double-edged blade.
The blade was about a meter long, thick, smooth, and gleaming with sharp, cold light.
This weapon, unseen by anyone in this plane, had a resounding name in Matthew's heart—Modao!
Barbarian soldiers + heavy armor + Modao = the ultimate heavy infantry in Matthew's mind!
As they marched forward in orderly pairs, facing enemies three times their number…
Every soldier remained silent, steadily gathering strength.
"Are these guys stupid, wearing such heavy armor in field combat?"
"Only two thin rows? Aren't they afraid we'll break through them?"
"Haha, these soldiers must be dumb barbarians. Their brains don't work well!"
"Concentrate our forces in the middle and cut through them!"
"What kind of weapons are they holding? They look so heavy!"
"I doubt they can even swing them!"
"Be cautious, but there's no need to fear them!"
"These guys are only level 3 or 4 professionals. Nothing to worry about!"
"Charge, kill them all!"
The elite soldiers shouted as they charged forward.
Some soldiers drew their bows, attempting to take down the advancing heavy infantry.
But the ordinary metal arrowheads barely made a sound as they clinked off the thick metal armor.
The ranged attack was completely ineffective!
It seemed the only way to decide victory was through close combat!
As the elite soldiers of the Carlisle family, led by 30 cavalrymen, attempted to break through the two rows of heavy infantry…
Angela, seeing the enemy upon them, shouted in a clear voice:
"Modao Squad! Slash!"
The first row of heavy infantry swung their massive weapons down in unison, regardless of whether there were enemies in front of them!
The elite soldiers at the front barely had time to raise their swords before the heavy, sharp Modao blades cut through them!
Whoosh!
The sound of the blades slicing through the air was followed by a bright red arc of blood.
The charging soldiers were cleaved in half, armor and all.
Two cavalrymen at the front were instantly decapitated, their horses' guts spilling out.
Blood and gore splattered everywhere!
"Modao Squad! Advance!"
The second row of heavy infantry stepped forward.
"Slash!"
The gleaming Modao blades slashed down without hesitation.
Nothing could withstand them!
The terrifying power instantly frightened the advancing elite soldiers.
But it was too late for them to retreat or dodge.
Another row of Modao blades came down!
Soldiers fell in droves, utterly helpless against the onslaught.
A sense of indescribable terror spread rapidly!