On the desolate battlefield, there was utter chaos.
Not long ago, this place was filled with lush greenery, but now it has been ravaged into a wasteland by the Ratn.
These Ratn, like hungry maggots, devoured and shredded everything in their path.
Once this tundra beca a battlefield, the already desolate land beca even more filthy.
"Boom!"
A scorching energy beam descended from the sky, rcilessly cutting through the earth.
Twelve Floating Fortress released sulfur-colored light streams from their underbellies, as their Alchemy rune cannons roared, instantly turning flesh and stone into boiling rivers of magma.
"Ahhh!"
Tornted screams echoed one after another. The fur of the Ratn ignited instantaneously, turning them into moving fireballs, screaming and rolling.
Fireballs, like teors, fell from the sky, crashing directly into a Ratman watchtower.
This tower, resembling a pile of garbage, exploded instantly, turning into a heap of ruins before catching fire.
In the distance, Ratman Priests gathered, raising their Bone Staffs high. A vortex of Chaos ford around them, offering the lives on the battlefield as sacrifices, attempting to summon a projection of the Evil God.
In an instant, thirty-seven intersecting laser beams carved the entire tundra into a smoking checkerboard. The magic beams of the Fire Elent crazily swept around, instantly slicing countless Ratn under their rays before they could even scream and vaporize.
"Rumble!"
War machines sped through the barren battlefield. These vehicles, crafted from tal with rugged exteriors, appeared extrely Solid and durable.
The Dwarf war machines, like sharp blades, slashed the horizon. They charged forward with drills, directly ramming into the massive troll-like Ratn, toppling these war behemoths and running over their bodies with wheels, their sharp gears ruthlessly tearing through flesh.
The hinged wheels rolled forward, crushing heaps of Plague Ratn. The Enchanted tracks, even when covered with gore, thundered onward without pause.
The rotating turret atop the vehicle spat blue flas, as Magic Crystal bullets whistled out, causing the four-ard tyrant Ratn to convulse, turning into blood gourds.
Before the corrosive black blood could splatter onto the armor, it was evaporated completely by Purification rune.
Inside the Dwarf war machine "Skullcrusher," the driver Glona pulled the lever sharply, rejoicing at the satisfying crunch from the right front of the vehicle.
"Haha, seven down!" The lookout’s laughter ca from above; seven armored Ratn were swept into the revolving wheels.
The monitor constantly flashed rune alerts for "Track Purification Program Activated". After all, it wasn’t every ti that Ratn instantly turned to ash, and if the flesh stayed on the tracks for too long, it would affect the vehicle’s speed.
The conditions inside the war machine were tough, especially intense during activation and fierce battles, making it as stifling as a large pressure cooker.
When Glona pressed the ball-shaped handle to fire buckshot, the onboard system suddenly issued an alarm.
"Six-legged Demon at twelve o’clock," the lookout shouted.
The Half-Elf gunner in the co-pilot seat switched frantically to Alchemy armor-piercing rounds.
In the next second, purple blood splattered all over the cockpit—they watched as half a Demon body got stuck on the ram, the creature frantically clawing at the exterior armor with its reverse-jointed limbs.
"Woohoo! That guy was smashed to bits by the Dwarf King’s hamr!" Enthusiastic cheers ca from the lookout above, clearly also a Dwarf.
"Well, let us praise him," the Half-Elf remarked with a chuckle.
"If only he could craft a Weapon, it would be even better," the driver muttered quietly.
anwhile, the Night Watcher’s Soul Guardian squad maneuvered nimbly across the battlefield.
These silent killing experts leapt from a Teleportation Array, enveloped in Magic Power.
They thrust various High Level Weapons into the Demon Apostles’ abdons, sending purple-black innards splattering out.
A Ratman Chieftain just raised a War Axe embedded with skulls, yet before he could attack, his head was shattered to bone fragnts by the crossfire of seven Alchemy guns.
"Damn, too few prey targets, everyone’s trying to snatch them," a distant Elf Ranger with an Alchemy gun quipped, winking.
Whenever a high-value target appeared, it was imdiately targeted by multiple Weapons and then shot through. So how to tally the battle achievents? It all depended on luck.
At this mont, the sky seed ablaze, the earth let out an agonized wail. The Ratn began their counterattack.
They conducted nurous sacrifices, under the watchful gaze of many Evil Gods, here any sacrifice could easily channel the descent of Evil Gods’ Power.
And the nurous Evil Gods were only too happy to project their Power here.
Nurous Demons erged from the torn spaces, intending to wreak havoc on the battlefield.
"Boom!"
Again, the earth shook. A giant tentacle of an Evil God burst forth at a Ratman fortress, crushing the fortress to ruin before shooting straight toward the sky.
This tentacle was massive and exaggerated in size, visible to everyone on the battlefield.
Attached to the ground, it waved continuously; every swing scattered chunks of flesh with the aura of an Evil God, which then launched attacks on the surroundings.
As the enormous tentacle flailed wildly through the air, it swatted a Floating Fortress instantaneously. A thick Magic Shield promptly surrounded the Floating Fortress, barely withstanding the blow.
The main cannons of Floating Fortresses in other directions imdiately opened fire; instantly, the three-kiloter long Evil God tentacle was pinned to the scorched earth by Light Spears, straining to break free.
"Concentrate fire! Destroy it!" The command was swiftly relayed.
Everyone understood that this thing had to be dealt with swiftly, lest it bring unnecessary casualties to their side.
Magical cannons continuously bombarded, causing the indescribable mass of flesh to incessantly explode and regenerate. Chaos Magic splattered in all directions.
Subsequently, a tidal wave of attacks surged in. The tentacle was instantly subrged in the explosions of intertwined artillery and Magic.
A faint wailing emanated from the Void, indicating that this part of the Evil God, whatever it may have been, had suffered severe damage.
The war machine columns seized this opportunity to advance, with onboard flathrowers turning the escaping Rat swarms into ground-rolling fireballs.
Bones shattered under steel tracks, gun barrels overloaded with Magic Power glowed dark red. Each round of volleys carved radial trenches of flesh and blood through the Ratman army formations.
The United Army advanced like a hot knife through butter. Their counterattack from the rear left the Ratn unable to organize an effective response.
The artillery thundered, Magic Power spilled everywhere. The United Army forces cleared every obstacle on the ground, advancing steadily.
Their progress was nearly unhindered; any Ratn standing in their way were reduced to ash by their ferocious firepower.
Advance, bombard, slaughter.
Bodies turned to ash, wounded allies were promptly transported to healing platforms. Floating Fortresses hovered steadily in the air.
At the center of the United Army’s formation, the ground slightly bulged. The Flying Dragon still lurked within, quietly waiting.
As of now, no opponent worthy of their action had appeared. The United Army simply kept pushing forward thodically, enough to wipe out all enemies standing in their path.
"I can’t let you advance so easily anymore."
The voice from the Shadow crept in like a ghostly presence, adding a layer of unknown gloominess to the fierce battle.
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