The longer this battle drags on, the worse it is for his side.
Though Corpse Ghosts fear neither life nor death, they still appear clumsy and sluggish in the face of the Lizardman hunters' fierce offensive. Their bodies are continuously torn apart by spears and claws, with limbs scattered across the beach, and being completely annihilated is only a matter of ti.
And the pirates on that side aren't faring much better; unable to hold their own even against the Corpse Ghosts, they're completely overwheld by the Lizardman army, virtually being crushed unilaterally!
What to do?
If this keeps going, even if he wins this duel, he'll still face inevitable death in the end!
Just as Ticky was sinking into despair, a huge roar suddenly ca from not far behind him.
The roar of a steam engine!
Ticky was montarily stunned, unable to react to what was happening, and then saw a look of terror on the face of the Lizardman opposite him.
Instinctively, he turned around, only to witness an unforgettable scene in his life—
A towering steel figure stood atop the wreckage of a wooden hut, slender iron pipes encircling it, with one thick iron pipe pointing forward!
What is that?
Ticky was completely stunned, montarily losing speech, even the strength in the hand holding his sword vanished.
The steel armor emitted a spine-chilling roar, while pitch-black gas drifted from the seams of its armored shell.
It advanced like a beast, its flat "wheels" crushing the wooden hut's remains and the arrows and bones scattered on the beach, slowly turning the thick iron pipe amidst a dull creaking sound.
Scarlet light brewed in the pitch-black opening, and before he could react to what was happening, a streak of red light heavily smashed into the center of the battlefield not far from him!
"Boom——!"
A huge explosion resounded, devastating energy creating a giant pit in the sandy ground, instantly engulfing a dozen Lizardman hunters!
Watching the grievous casualties among his people, Saku stood frozen in place, his originally bloodthirsty pupils now filled only with uncontrollable shock and fear.
What is that?!
anwhile, the tide of Undead, shrouded in Netherworld Energy, suddenly surged onto the teleportation array behind the tank.
A squad of heavy-armored skeleton soldiers, wielding sinister war blades, with soul fire flickering within their skulls, erged like devils from the Abyss!
Upon witnessing this scene, Ticky's face was instantly filled with ecstatic joy.
It's reinforcents!
Lord Demon King above!
He really hasn't abandoned his believers!
At the sa ti, Trakel, standing on a raised rock, narrowed his vertical pupils, looking at the man standing behind the Skeleton Sea in astonishnt.
A dark green Netherworld Power blanketed the entire beach, causing even the vibrant sea breeze to carry a chilling and dreadful death!
He felt a terrible power spreading toward the forest beneath his feet...
It was a corrosion that devours everything.
Its might far surpassed any evil spirit he had encountered over the decades in this forest!
"Is it... Chaos?"
Trembling in both soul and body, he suddenly turned back toward the drumr behind him, a low growl escaping his throat.
"Quick—"
"Get the brothers to retreat!"
He frantically issued the command, but everything was already too late!
The man standing on the teleportation array simply gazed silently at the Lizardn on the beach, then gently lowered his raised right hand.
"Go—"
"My servants!"
The deep, magnetic voice echoed within the skulls of every undead, unbinding the shackles that held them.
The desire for slaughter and bloodlust was unleashed, responding with the sound of bones rubbing together like a tide.
"Kill—!!"
"For Lord Demon King!!"
"Experience!! Oooo!!"
Lumier devoutly knelt on the ground, worshipping in the direction of the Demon King, his eyes full of admiration.
Though Ticky was not as devout as Lumier, he mimicked the posture of devoutness.
Standing on the protruding rock, Trakel couldn't understand what those undead were shouting, but he could feel the death blowing toward him with the sea breeze.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his heart pounding, his blood surging, yet his limbs were cold!
At this mont, the real war had just begun...
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