Riding on the broad back of the Fire Dragon, the other Holy Empire Envoy, clad in Dark Gold Scale Armor, shouted into the Gale:
"Wales!"
"His Majesty the Emperor’s orders are to prioritize protecting the Dwarf Cannon Shooters who’ve turned to our side! Cover their retreat to the border fortress. Kill anyone who approaches on sight!"
"For now, ignore the ones who haven’t been turned!"
"Focus on wiping out the enemy’s other conventional troops!"
"Rember, your mission is to protect the Dwarf Cannon Shooters, not to annihilate the enemy... so just stack as many Bloodthirsty Layers as you can. Don’t worry about it!"
At his words, the Divine Gift, Ancient Fire Dragon Wales, let out a responsive roar. Blazing flas ignited in its draconic eyes as its massive body deftly turned in mid-air and dove toward the enemy forces closing in on the artillery line.
"Understood!"
The next second, a crimson-gold fire tornado dozens of ters wide erupted forth. The flas, laced with fine particles of magma, ignited a towering wall of fire the mont they hit the ground, sweeping toward the charging enemy formation!
An Assassin player at the forefront had just leaped into the air when he was devoured by the fiery tornado. He didn’t even have ti to scream before being instantly reduced to a pile of charred Ashes.
A player wielding a great axe had his cloak singed, and the fire spread wildly across his clothes. He rolled on the ground, wailing in agony, but was ultimately burned into a shriveled piece of charcoal.
The dense enemy formation beca the perfect target. The fire tornado twisted and weaved through them like a living creature. Wherever it passed, armor lted and weapons warped. The beach filled with the SIZZLE of burning flesh and cries of despair. The charging column that had been closing in on the artillery line was instantly incinerated into a scorched Death Zone.
The Ancient Fire Dragon Wales hovered in mid-air, flapping its massive, fiery wings like a floating starship. The Dwarf Cannon Shooters who had been turned took the opportunity to push their cannons back, not forgetting to shove their still-loyal kin aside with the barrels as they steadily retreated toward the fortress.
As a special Soldier Type specializing in sieges, these Dwarf Cannon Shooters had no close-combat capabilities. The heavy cannons restricted their movent, and they only held tools for loading shells, making it difficult even to protect themselves amidst the chaos of battle.
And so, the remaining loyal Dwarf Cannon Shooters could only clench their fists and watch helplessly as their forr kinsn calmly retreated with their cannons under the cover of the Flaming Dragon Breath raining from the sky.
What was more despairing was that the newly arrived Holy Empire Envoy was already approaching slowly. He raised a hand and once again activated his Spiritual Control. A pale violet ripple swept through the formation, and the eyes of another group of Dwarf Cannon Shooters swiftly went vacant. Their cannons drooped listlessly in their hands as they beca new traitors loyal to Emperor Tingfeng of the Holy Empire.
Then, in just a few monts, with several reinforcing Holy Empire Envoys working together to control the field, waves of pale violet spiritual energy washed over them again and again.
The eyes of all the remaining Dwarf Cannon Shooters turned vacant. They turned their cannons in unison, now fully transford into traitors loyal to Emperor Tingfeng.
With the cover mission complete, the Divine Gift, Ancient Fire Dragon Wales, no longer held back. It beat its wings fiercely, and a crimson-gold fire tornado swept across the beach like a long whip.
It dove back and forth through the remnants of the enemy army. Wherever its flas passed, the foreign players’ soldiers were all incinerated into charred lumps, their wails of agony transforming into energy that fed its Bloodthirsty Layers. The mix of blood and the sll of burning flesh on the beach created a hellscape of despair.
anwhile, the Wood Elf Army, having completed its support mission, had now gathered by Vampire Nesiya’s side.
As Vampire Nesiya raised a hand and chanted an ancient Spell, the light of a large Teleportation Array flared to life. The entire legion of Wood Elves, all Legendary Shooters, vanished instantly, teleporting to other Holy Empire cities in dire need of support.
...
「At the sa ti.」
To the north, at the old site of the Elf Kingdom, the land had been turned into a complete swamp, ravaged by the Magic of a Divine Gift, an Ancient Water Dragon. Murky water flowed over collapsed stone pillars, forming puddles of varying depths among the ruins, with fragnts of Elf Race insignia floating on the surface.
However, above these slick and muddy ruins, space suddenly rippled with violent distortions. Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of Tearing space, countless figures fell from the light, crashing heavily into the standing water and sending up massive splashes.
The scale of this group of foreign players far exceeded the "harassnt squads" on other battlefields. The vanguard alone, the first to land, ford a massive phalanx nearly ten million strong.
Even more shocking was the quality of their Soldier Types. Epic Level "Temple Knight" soldiers, clad in Star Patterned Heavy Armor and wielding Enchanted Warhamrs, made the water tremble with every step.
Legendary Level "Demon Bird Assassins" with bony wings sprouting from their backs hid in the mist, their bodies wreathed in a murderous aura so thick it was almost tangible.
There were even "Royal Griffin Knights" mounted on Griffins, circling in the sky, their mounts’ sharp talons glinting coldly in the sunlight.
Such an elite lineup was worlds apart from the foreign armies on other battlefields, which were mixed with common infantry. This was clearly the enemy’s main force, deployed in its entirety.
One of the foreign players, a man in a dark purple Mage Robe, stepped slowly out of the formation, his boots creating faint ripples as they touched the water.
He raised a hand and released a pale blue Detection Magic. The ripple of Magic Power spread across the water’s surface, sweeping over the entire swampy ruin before he slowly lowered his hand. His tone was calm, yet he couldn’t hide a trace of regret:
"Oh?"
"Looks like that Ancient Water Dragon has already left!"
"What a sha!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Epic Level Knights beside him, who were poised for battle. His fingertips unconsciously caressed the Skeleton Gemstone atop his Magic Staff:
"I was hoping we could use that Divine Gift creature to christen our main army’s banners!"
The blond, blue-eyed Knight player standing next to him suddenly interrupted, angling the tip of his spear toward the ground. The splash of water cut the other man off.
The Griffin emblem on his silver armor glinted coldly in the dim light. His tone was as heavy as iron:
"Jack."
"Don’t be so arrogant."
"Even though we’ve figured out the enemy’s main deploynts thanks to those ’cannon fodder’ vanguards..."
"...you should know..."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the elven ruins faintly visible in the depths of the rubble. His spear trembled slightly:
"Every one of their Divine Gift creatures is unfathomably powerful."
"We have to act carefully to minimize our losses. We can’t let it affect our developnt speed as we push for the Tier Four world..."
The Mage player nad Jack waved his hand dismissively. The hem of his Mage Robe swept through the standing water, splashing it everywhere as he spoke with clear impatience:
"Sigh."
"Yeah, yeah, I know."
"Stop nagging."
"We used the ’immigration bug’ to gather all the elite players from three different Lord Planes here."
He suddenly raised his voice, and the Gemstone atop his Magic Staff glowed with a showy red light. His tone was filled with unwavering Pride:
"They have Divine Gift soldier types!"
"So do we!"
"They have Divine Gift heroes!"
"So do we!"
"I refuse to believe that guy ’Tingfeng’ can just hand out Divine Gift soldiers and heroes like they’re candy!"
"In my opinion, these five Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragons are, at most, his entire arsenal!"
"As long as we slaughter these five Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragons first!"
Jack swung his Magic Staff fiercely, his tone dripping with contempt, as if victory were already in his grasp:
"As for the rest of that junk!"
"The Undead Legion, the Archer Corps, and that so-called Extraordinary Mage Corps and Demon Beast army that everyone’s been hyping up... In front of our super-powered main force, assembled from the elites of so many players!"
"They’re not even a threat!"
He ground the tip of his boot into the standing water, his eyes full of disdain:
"When the ti cos, we can just split into a few teams and wipe them all out. There won’t even be a scrap left!"
"And as for that Tingfeng."
"No matter how strong he is."
"There’s no way he can withstand the focused fire from all of our elite troops."
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