This place is only about thirty kiloters away from the Molten Iron Tribe’s base.
Because the Count intended to crush those monsters with an undisputed, openly formidable force, they did not overly conceal their movents on this trip, and the likelihood of having been exposed is extrely high.
As long as the Molten Iron Tribe’s commander possesses the most basic strategic vision, they would inevitably choose to set up a heavy ambush on this hill to wait and catch them off guard.
Anyway, if he were the one commanding, he would one hundred percent do so.
By contrast, those arrogant noble commanders might take it for granted that the monsters are savage and stupid, ignorant of tactics, and need not be overly concerned.
But Rod Albert never thought this way.
——Never underestimate any of your enemies.
This is an ironclad rule earned by the Evil Wolf General with the blood of countless comrades and foes alike.
The Molten Iron Tribe, which Provoked Count Mills to go as far as mobilizing the family’s resources for a crusade, can never be an easy target, and must be given the highest degree of attention.
"Sienna."
The Evil Wolf General slightly turned his head, his deep voice passing through the crevice of his face armor: "Imdiately deploy the Alchemy Heavy Cannons, target the hill ahead, and carry out a saturation bombardnt!"
The female Alchemist Sienna was one of the two advanced casters accompanying the troops.
The other was Guardian Mage Sanchez, looking around fifty years of age, with a solemn expression, following closely behind Rod along with the Alchemist.
There was no need to elaborate on the Alchemist, whose grasp of alchemy technology was a vibrant stroke in the civilization process on Bernardo Planet.
While Guardian Mage referred specifically to those casters specialized in protective magic.
The core of their magic is about hindering, expelling, and protecting.
Perhaps so opponents think this path of magic is too passive, only knowing avoidance and rejection, lacking proactive offensive skills.
But what every true Guardian Mage firmly believes is that terminating negative effects, protecting vital vulnerabilities, and dispelling evil influences are not illusory tasks but a source of pride and a significantly important mission.
"As you command, General."
The Alchemist promptly took the order and sent a command to the warlock squad operating the heavy cannons at the rear via a communication device she carried.
The heavy alchemical cannon base was quickly and securely placed on the ground, and the dark, energy-circuit-engraved cannon muzzles slowly lifted, coldly adjusting angles to aim at the ominous hill.
However, before they completed preparing the bombardnt.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Three earth-shaking dragon roars resounded.
Iron Dragon Solrog, Red Dragon Samantha, White Dragon Trish tore through the thick cloud layer and hovered in the sky. Accompanied by roaring anger, the dragon’s might poured out like a breached dam, as if a storm was passing.
The dragon’s might is definitely not just an intangible aura.
It has a more apt na — Fierce Presence!
This is a serious magic-like skill, and like Dragon Breath, is one of the core skills that can continuously strengthen as a Giant Dragon ages and gains power.
The troops below imdiately showed noticeable unrest.
Even these battle-hardened Iron Blood soldiers were more or less strongly affected by the dragon’s might.
In their intimidated senses, the sky’s three dragons seed to be infinitely expanding, transforming into terrifying, insurmountable mountains, inducing despair and making it difficult to muster the courage to resist.
At the sa ti.
Rumble!
The ground started to tremble slightly!
The Centaur Warriors’ heavy iron hooves crushed the stones along the way, and the Giant Wolves’ claws plowed deep furrows into the hard ground, charging down the hill like a breaching flood. Following them were Ogre Warriors, muscular and gigantic like small giants, and a vast tide of jackal-wolf folk, kobolds, war lizardfolk, and other monstrous riffraff.
Three huge and strong beasts dotted among them, clearly visible.
The monster army surged like a black tide of death toward the human troops, who were just montarily unsettled by the dragons’ might.
At this mont.
Thud!
Guardian Mage Sanchez raised the magic staff in his hand, embedded with a huge yellow crystal. At so unknown ti, his urgent incantation chant had reached its conclusion!
"In the na of order, shelter!"
At the mont the last resounding syllable slipped out, he swung his magic staff down forcefully.
Anti-Dragon Radiance.
An imperceptible yet grand beam of light expanded explosively from the magic staff as the core, spreading in all directions.
This spell has a strong countering effect on the abilities of the Dragon Race, especially against dragon’s might, it can be extrely effective in reducing the intimidation from dragons below the adult dragon level.
The invisible aura brushed over the soldiers’ bodies, and the warriors who had been gripped by fear, icy cold in hands and feet, instantly regained clarity and firmness in their eyes, which stabilized the previously wavering morale.
"Fire! Fire imdiately! Free fire!"
At this mont, the sides hadn’t fought at close quarters yet, which was the best ti for our Alchemy Heavy Cannons to unleash devastating long-range firepower, and we must not give those charging monsters the chance to adjust their formation.
The cannon muzzles of several ready Alchemy Giant Cannons instantly shot out white-hot energy beams and heavy rounds wrapped with alchemy explosives, slicing through the night sky with ear-piercing whistles.
They sketched deadly parabolas in the air, aiming directly at the monster horde surging up like a tide from below the hill, intending to scatter and crush their charge with an iron-and-fire downpour before they made contact!
However, what caught the human side off guard.
Was that almost simultaneously, equally fierce and accurate alchemy cannon fire burst forth from between the sinister hills opposite.
The human shells collided and intercepted with those from the monsters in mid-air, exploding into dazzling, ear-splitting giant fireworks, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight.
Of course, not all shells were precisely intercepted.
So human shells still penetrated the intertwined fire net, slamming heavily into the charging monster wave below the hill, exploding into several flesh-and-blood fireworks mixed with limbs, and likewise, a few shells from the hill, with harsh whistles, slamd into the human army formations, overturning soldiers and an Alchemy Golem base that couldn’t dodge in ti, causing a brief chaos and cries of pain.
The human officers were terrified to realize that the Molten Iron Tribe also possessed alchemy weapons of considerable scale and power.
Besides those heavy cannons endlessly spitting tongues of fire, they could also see so Steel Golems even more enormous and burly than Ogre Warriors, striding with heavy steps and emitting deafening engine roars, launching a charge along with the monster flood like moving fortresses.
This scene, completely beyond expectations, left the Evil Wolf General Rod inwardly astonished, even a shred of disbelief flickering.
But now was assuredly not the ti to delve into where these weapons and golems ca from.
Since both sides possessed powerful long-range projectile firepower, staying in place to engage in a cannon duel would only increase needless casualties.
In a narrow road showdown, the brave wins.
Only by charging, only by engaging in close and bloody lee combat, could they resolve the conflict! Determine the battle’s victory or defeat.
"For the honor of the Albert Family!"
The Evil Wolf General drew the giant sword from his back, the blade pointed directly at the surging monster frenzy ahead, and roared a thunderous battle cry: "All units attack! Smash them! Leave none!"
The attack order, akin to a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly ignited the entire battlefield.
Woo——Hum!!
Receiving the order signal, each Golem Engine belonging to the Albert family instantly emitted deafening roars as they engaged at full power, the massive tallic bodies burst forth with astonishing speed, rolling forward like an iron flood!
Each armored human warrior with eyes cold as ice but steps agile as the wind pursued the moving steel defensive line, launching a desperate counter-charge against the incoming tide of death.
Neither side had the slightest intention of retreat.
Under the radiant glow woven by the cannon fire in the sky, the iron-and-flesh-made tidal waves, with resounding battle cries and roars, clashed hard and unhesitatingly with each other.
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