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Translator: AnubisTL
Countless lights tore through the dense night fog.
The fertile soil of the Fertile Plains was now soaked in blood and oil. Behind the retreating Gold Tooth Alchemical Legion, steel treads carved deep furrows into the earth, like bleeding wounds on the land.
The goblins retreated in a panic.
Hunger made their pointed ears droop listlessly, and the once-gleaming goggles were now clouded with the gray haze of despair.
Ahead lay the rugged border mountains, their jagged peaks piercing the night sky like the fangs of giant beasts, radiating a menacing aura.
This was the goblins' only escape route, but it was also the Ironforged Tribe's carefully chosen slaughterhouse, where they had deliberately driven the alchemical legion.
The moment the alchemical legion set foot on the border, a deep, thunderous rumble echoed from behind.
It wasn't the heavy footsteps of golems, but the frenzied drumming of countless hooves and claws striking stone.
Then, the Ironforged Tribe's war song erupted, no longer a distant murmur but a tidal wave of sound, each syllable dripping with bloodthirsty fervor, crashing down like an avalanche.
The monsters launched their all-out assault.
Centaur knights slammed their lances into the ground, their metallic clash ringing through the air; ogres pounded their iron-clad chests with savage fury, sparks flying; trolls roared in unison, their earth-shattering strides crushing the ground; and swarms of bipedal flying dragons swooped down, their piercing shrieks tearing through the air.
At the same time...
It was as if the mountains themselves had come alive!
On the steep eastern slope, over a hundred massive black figures crashed down like collapsing boulders—Gluttonous Demon Karu and a horde of elite ogres!
While the goblins were still basking in their perceived weakening of the Ironforged Tribe's counterattack, Gluttonous Demon Karu and Dragonblood Werewolf Russell had already led their elite forces into ambush positions.
The ogres disdained flanking maneuvers. Curling their massive bodies into spherical formations, they relied on brute strength, heavy armor, and terrifying momentum to crush their way down the rugged slope, their target the chaotic midsection of the alchemical legion.
"Hold the line! Rotate! Acid cannons, fire at will!"
A goblin chieftain's desperate shout was drowned out by the thunderous roar of the descending behemoths.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Like rolling mountains crashing from the sky!
The Gluttonous Demon slammed into the midst of several parallel flesh rippers.
The colossal impact made the golems' steel joints shriek in metallic agony as their bodies twisted and shattered.
Roaring to his feet, the Gluttonous Demon swung his fan-like hands, seizing a golem's head and shoulder. His ten fingers dug deep into the armor seams.
Bulging muscles rippled beneath his scales. With a sickening screech of metal tearing, he ripped the upper half of the golem clean off!
Shattered pipes spewed sparks and viscous black oil, drenching the Gluttonous Demon's face and head.
Whoosh! The black oil ignited into raging flames, engulfing the Gluttony Demon, yet only intensifying its ferocity.
Transformed by red dragon bloodline, the Gluttony Demon remained impervious to the inferno.
Awoo—!
A wolf-like war cry tore through the night sky as a dense gray tide surged down the relatively gentle western slope like a breached dam.
It was the graymane werewolves led by Russell.
These warriors, poised between human and true wolf, possessed both cunning intellect and coordinated pack tactics.
Lacking the giants' brute force, they moved with ghostly speed and lethal precision, each transforming into a lithe giant wolf mid-stride, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
They bypassed the massive golems entirely, instead weaving through the gaps in the enemy ranks like deadly iron-gray whirlwinds, striking at the vulnerable goblin infantry and engineering units.
"Hold them back! Fire! Fire!"
The goblin infantry formation instantly dissolved into chaos as alchemical firearms spat dense volleys of bullets, tracing countless orange-red lines of death across the night.
Yet the giant wolves were too swift, combining bestial ferocity with humanoid intelligence.
Crouching low, they charged on all fours, darting between the golems' colossal steel legs. Most bullets missed their marks, clanging harmlessly against the golems' armor.
The dragon-blood werewolf, clad in steel-like dragon scales, leaped into the air, evading the sweeping chainsaw sword.
Russell precisely tackled a goblin engineer who was urgently pouring black oil into a golem.
His sharp wolf claws easily tore through the goblin's crude leather armor, ripping out the still-beating heart.
As the goblins attempted to encircle and eliminate the attackers, the ground trembled with increasing intensity. The main force of the Ironforged Tribe had arrived: more troops, ogres, countless hyena-men, kobolds, and lizardfolk surged forward like a tidal wave, flesh and blood threatening to drown steel.
The goblin alchemist chanted rapidly.
His magic energy, like lightning, coursed through the shattered components, causing them to whirl and reassemble, bringing the fallen alchemy golems back to life.
Boom!
An Exploding Magic Arrow pierced the air, shattering the alchemist's personal defensive item and blasting him into bloody fragments.
Half-Centaur Elvie, positioned high in the sky, flicked her slender hand, unleashing a barrage of Exploding Magic Arrows with the force of siege crossbows—a living centaur artillery platform.
"For the Dragon Lord! Tear them apart!"
The bipedal flying dragons roared.
The wyvern flock, which had been circling above the alchemical legion for some time, swooped down like vultures scenting blood the moment the war song reached its crescendo.
Their target was crystal clear: the mechanical beasts equipped with alchemical heavy cannons.
"Anti-air grid, maximum power! Now!" the goblin operator shrieked in terror.
Arcane energy, a deep azure blue, surged through the spire-like alchemy machines. Deadly chains of lightning rapidly coalesced, attempting to weave an intercepting electrical net.
However, the wyvern flock's attack strategy was cunningly deceptive.
Some of the wyverns, halfway through their dive, abruptly spread their wings, using the kinetic energy gained from their descent to hurl objects clutched in their talons with tremendous force.
These weren't boulders, but vibrant crimson orbs.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
High-explosive flame orbs erupted in thunderous blasts of searing flames and shockwaves. The sturdy energy shields flickered to life, only to immediately crack and groan under the strain, teetering on the brink of collapse. The mechanical beasts nearly toppled from the impact, making it impossible for the alchemical heavy cannons to maintain their aim.
(End of the Chapter)
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