Chapter 217 Dragons and Mechs, the Great Battle! (A thrilling 5,000-word chapter, please vote with monthly tickets!)

The thick night fog was torn apart by countless lights.

The fertile soil of the Fertile Plains is now soaked with blood and oil. Behind the retreating Golden Tooth Alchemist Legion, steel tracks have carved deep trenches, like bleeding wounds on the earth.

The goblins retreated in haste.

Hunger made their pointed ears droop limply, and their once shiny goggles were covered with a despairing gray.

Ahead lay the undulating border mountains, with jagged rocks piercing the night like the fangs of a giant beast, looking dangerous and awe-inspiring.

That was the direction the goblins were heading to escape to, and also the slaughterhouse carefully chosen by the Ironforge, who specifically drove their alchemy legions toward it.

The moment the alchemist legion set foot on the border, a deep, rumbling vibration came from behind.

It wasn't the heavy footsteps of the golems, but the ferocious drumbeats of countless horseshoes and claws striking the rocks.

Immediately afterwards, the Ironforge's war song was no longer a vague sound; every syllable was filled with a bloodthirsty desire, crashing down like a tidal wave.

The monsters launched a relentless attack.

Centaur knights slammed their lances into the ground, the metal clanging; ogres pounded their chests with their armored hands, sparks flying; trolls roared in unison, their footsteps crushing the earth; and swarms of wyverns swooped down, their shrieks tearing through the air.

at the same time.

It was as if the mountains themselves had come to life!

On the steep eastern slope, hundreds of enormous black figures tumbled down like collapsing boulders—it was the Gluttonous Demon Karu, and a group of elite ogres!

While the local spies were still gloating over the weakened counterattack from the Ironforge tribe.

The Gluttonous Demon Karu and the Dragon Vein Werewolf Russell have already led their elite forces into ambush.

The ogres disregarded any detours, their massive bodies curled into a ball, relying on their physique, heavy armor, and terrifying weight to crush the rugged hillside, their target the chaotic middle section of the alchemist legion.

"Hold steady! Turn! Fire a salvo of acid cannons!"

A goblin chieftain's scream was drowned out by the terrifying roar of the massive object crashing to the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Like a boulder falling from the sky!

The Gluttonous Demon slammed into the middle of several parallel Flesh Rippers.

The immense impact caused the golem's steel joints to emit a piercing metallic groan, and its body twisted and broke.

The Gluttonous Demon roared as it rose to its feet, its massive, fan-like hands grabbing the golem's head and shoulders with both hands, its ten fingers digging deep into the gaps in the armor.

With bulging muscles rising beneath his scales and a sickening metallic screech, he actually tore off the upper body of a golem!

Sparks and thick black oil splattered from the broken pipes, drenching the Gluttony from head to toe.

Whoosh—the black oil was ignited into flames, enveloping the Gluttonous Demon and making it even more ferocious.

The Gluttonous Demon, transformed from the bloodline of a red dragon, is fearless of fire.

Awooo—!

A wolf-like battle howl tore through the night sky, and dense gray shadows, like a burst dam, cascaded down the relatively gentle western hillside.

It was Russell's Greymane werewolves.

These warriors, somewhere between humans and true wolves, possess a more cunning mind and a more coordinated ability to fight in groups.

They did not possess the overwhelming power of giants, but they were as swift and deadly as phantoms. As they ran, each of them transformed into a lithe giant wolf, their eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty and violent light.

Instead of directly confronting the massive golems, they moved like deadly iron-gray whirlwinds, deftly slipping into the gaps in the golem array and attacking the goblin infantry and relatively vulnerable engineering units that were fighting alongside them.

"Stop them! Open fire! Open fire!"

The goblin infantry's formation was thrown into chaos instantly, and the alchemical muskets unleashed a dense barrage of bullets, drawing countless orange-red trails of deathly fire in the night.

However, the giant wolf was too fast, possessing both the ferocity of a wild beast and the intelligence of a human.

They crouched low, running on all fours, leaping and weaving between the golem's massive steel legs. Most of the bullets hit empty air or the golem's armor, clanging and clattering.

The werewolf with steel-like dragon scales leaped into the air, dodging the chainsaw sword that swept towards him.

Russell tackled a goblin engineer who was urgently injecting black oil into a golem.

The sharp wolf claws easily tore through the goblin's simple leather armor and pulled out his still-beating heart.

As the local ghouls attempted to encircle and annihilate the attackers, the ground tremors drew ever closer, and the main force of the Ironforge arrived—more and more men, ogres, countless gnolls, kobolds, and war lizardmen surged forth like a tidal wave, their flesh and blood engulfing the steel.

The goblin alchemist chanted rapidly.

Its magical power is like lightning, weaving through the broken parts, causing them to fly, spin, and recombine, making the fallen alchemical golem start moving again.

boom--!

The exploding magic arrow pierced through the air, penetrating the alchemist's protective gear and blasting him into pieces.

The centaur Elvie is positioned in the sky, her slender hands creating a flurry of afterimages as she fires explosive magic arrows comparable to crossbow bolts, resembling a centaur-shaped turret.

"For the Dragon Lord! Tear them apart!"

The wyverns roared.

The flock of dragons that had been circling above the Alchemist Legion for a long time swooped down like carrion vultures that had smelled blood, at the very moment the war song was at its loudest.

Their target was extremely clear—those mechanical beasts equipped with alchemical cannons.

"Air defense grid, maximum power! Quickly!"

The goblin operator screamed in terror.

Azure arcane energy surged on the spire-like alchemical machine, and deadly chains of lightning rapidly formed, attempting to weave a defensive electric grid.

However, the attack methods of the flying dragon swarm are extremely tricky.

Some of them suddenly spread their wings halfway down the dive, using the kinetic energy accumulated during the dive to hurl out what they were holding tightly in their claws.

Those were not boulders, but bright red beads.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The high-explosive flame orb burst forth with thick flames and shockwaves. The sturdy energy shield was activated, but it immediately became cracked and trembled, groaning under the strain. The mechanical beast was also almost overturned by the impact, and the alchemical cannon could hardly aim at its target.

At the very moment when the defense was disrupted by the physical impact.

Another wave of true killers arrived—the strongest and most robust dragons, carrying the most valiant warriors, swooped down through the gaps in their defenses exposed by the bombardment of the Flame Orbs.

"Stop! Ah—!"

The operator's screams stopped abruptly.

The ogre Ugo leaped off the back of the dragon. He was Karu's brother and the strongest ogre leader besides Karu.

Ignoring the stray lightning bolts that brushed past him, Ugo's heavy battle axe, carrying the force of a tidal wave, cleaved the alchemical cannon in two, turning the precision muzzle into twisted and cracked scrap metal.

Immediately afterwards, more elites leaped off the back of the flying dragon.

The dragon attacked relentlessly, ramming, clawing, and spewing corrosive acid.

The chaos and collapse of the goblin army served as the sweetest bait, attracting the dragons that circled in the sky.

Samantha the Red Dragon, Therese the White Dragon, and Sorog the Iron Dragon all joined the battle, attempting to kill the Grand Master of the Workshop. However, before they could even get close, the Grand Master pointed his arm, and the surrounding alchemical cannons immediately shifted their direction. Under the control of advanced alchemists, they bombarded the dragons with power far exceeding that of other cannons, forcing the dragons to scatter and preventing them from getting close.

Until, a thunderous roar came from the horizon.

The clouds, which were originally shrouded in smoke and darkness, were suddenly ignited by a rapidly expanding crimson glow!

That wasn't the morning glow; it was sparks generated by the rapid friction between the steel dragon's body and the air, and the comet-like flames flickering behind the red iron dragon.

The magnificent red iron dragon tore through the clouds and swooped down.

His target was extremely clear—the largest mechanical beasts and alchemical golems in the retreating ranks of the alchemical legion, painted with the gear emblem symbolizing the commander's vehicle.

That was the command center of the Alchemist Legion and a symbol of morale.

The Grand Master was surrounded by these alchemical creations.

"All heavy artillery, focus fire!"

The workshop master's expression remained unmoved.

The alchemist's unique, lightning-fast magical energy burst forth, simultaneously enveloping all the surrounding mechanical beasts and golems, concentrating on their cannons, and amplifying their accuracy, power, damage, and other attributes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The massive cannon barrels spewed out jets of scorching metal and specially designed armor-piercing explosive shells, unleashing a barrage of fire into the sky.

However,

Galus displayed a terrifying agility and nimbleness that seemed disproportionate to his massive size.

He abruptly folded his dragon wings, his massive body performing a breathtaking barrel roll in the air. A jet of scorching metal whistled past his belly scales, leaving a blinding streak in the night sky. Several explosive shells detonated beside him, the violent shockwaves and fragments striking his dragon scales with a dull thud like a heavy hammer striking an anvil, shattering several pieces of scale armor and spraying blood.

"This pain is actually quite pleasurable."

Red Iron Dragon let out a low roar and continued charging towards the Grand Workshop Master.

The attack from the Grand Workshop Master and several goblin elders resumed, with even more intense artillery fire, in an attempt to force Garos back.

Seeing this, Galus simply stopped hiding.

He avoided vital areas and instead rammed his body directly into the artillery fire.

Boom boom boom!

Flames erupted from the Red Iron Dragon's body, and its Cold Explosion Scales rapidly absorbed heat, turning almost entirely into shimmering mithril.

Putting aside the Red Iron Dragon's overly rugged and powerful body, just looking at the color of its scales, it really did resemble the Metal Silver Dragon, but this state only lasted for a few seconds.

As the cold-blasted scales were pulverized.

The heat energy value accumulates and rises rapidly in a short period of time, and is about to reach its limit.

"They're here!"

The red-hot iron dragon raised its head and took a deep breath.

Another shell landed on his chest, shattering the last of the cold explosive scales and pushing his thermal energy to its limit.

With a hiss, a wave of heat, almost solidified, surged out from Galos's body.

His scales turned completely red, like a red-hot branding iron, and the surrounding scenery was unnaturally distorted, as if reality itself had been melted away.

Thermal Enhancement - Destructive Dragon Breath!

"roar--!"

The dragon flames that had been accumulating to their maximum intensity were finally unleashed.

It was not a spreading firestorm, but a crimson torrent of destruction condensed to an almost liquid state.

The terrifying breath, like a giant sword wielded by a god, swept precisely across the locked alchemical machines.

Under the control of the master craftsman, countless metals and steels flew up from the ground, spinning to form a thick barrier in front of him, but were still instantly pierced through.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The metal emitted a mournful cry under unimaginable high temperatures, instantly melting into viscous, reddish-brown molten iron that flowed and dripped like a melting candle.

The golem armor was pierced, torn apart, and vaporized like paper!

The internal engine, black oil, and energy core were ignited in a chain reaction under high temperature.

Boom! Boom! Boom—!

The deafening explosions continued one after another, and blinding fireballs soared into the sky, illuminating half the sky as if it were daytime.

Burning steel fragments, twisted mechanical debris, and goblin limbs that couldn't escape shot out in all directions like the most brutal fireworks.

The violent shockwave overturned several smaller golems nearby.

Thick smoke, mixed with the stench of burning protein, rose into the sky.

The roar was deafening, but the entire battlefield fell silent for a moment as the flames, like the sun rising from the ground, destroyed all obstacles in their path.

"It's over? The destructive dragon breath was more powerful than I imagined."

Galos slowly exhaled a breath of scorching air, feeling that he hadn't had enough.

With a single breath of destruction, he wiped out almost the entire workshop master, the goblin elder, and the core alchemical machines, but the breath of destruction did not take much to garos himself.

The branding red on his body faded, and his scales returned to their normal dark red color.

Galos was still full of energy and his physical strength was almost at its maximum.

"Kill the remaining resistance fighters and end the battle once and for all," he thought.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light burst forth from the land where the flames had not yet been completely extinguished.

That wasn't the flames of an explosion, but a highly concentrated stream of energy erupting from countless twisted scrap metal.

Above the ruins where the alchemy machines had turned into molten iron, lightning-like magical energy wove into a vast net, absorbing all the surrounding steel, metal, and black oil, sweeping through the structure like a storm.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal golem, far exceeding the size of a normal golem, appeared.

Unlike other golems, it is not clumsy and heavy. Its overall outline is closer to a goblin magnified a hundred times. Its lines are sharp and smooth, and its body is covered with dark gold alloy armor with dense alchemical runes etched on the surface.

In the center of its head is a huge, cold, single alchemical prosthetic eye that emits a faint blue light.

How did this guy survive my destructive dragon breath?

Galos was somewhat puzzled.

“Foolish beast, do you think you have won? You know nothing of the limits of alchemy.”

Amplified by mechanical means, a cold, emotionless voice resounded throughout the battlefield.

The next second, it moved, faster than anyone could have imagined.

Its massive body did not move by relying on tracks or joints, but rather by bursting out in a ring of energy shockwaves from its feet, propelling it like a cannonball into the air, heading straight for the Red Iron Dragon that had just finished exhaling and was still adjusting its posture.

A giant metal hand opened, but instead of a cannon muzzle, the palm was a rapidly spinning, tearing vortex made of energy.

At the same time, its back armor opened, and huge spikes that gleamed with a cold metallic light—air-piercing spikes—were launched like invisible giant crossbows, shooting towards Galos's eyes, throat, heart, and other vital organs with a shrill sound.

"You know nothing about evolution."

Galos temporarily put his doubts aside.

Faced with the attack of the alchemical colossus, the Red Iron Dragon chewed up and drank a bucket of black oil taken from its spatial ring.

At the same time, he raised his head and let out a long, mournful roar.

With a piercing, exhilarating crackling sound of electricity, dense, flashing golden lightning burst forth from the gaps in his scales. His muscles swelled further, and his body swelled several times larger, making him more like a terrifying weapon of war than an alchemical golem.

With a flap of its wings, the red iron dragon transformed into a golden flash.

He weaved and darted, his massive body displaying terrifying speed, dodging the air-piercing cone and arriving before the alchemical colossus at an incredible pace.

Level 3 Dragon Qi Circulation!

Flame and lightning attached!

Fiery Dragon Claw!

Enhanced Claw Strike!

Black and red dragon energy, crimson gold lightning, and bright red flames. They all coiled around Garos's outstretched claws, forming the strongest claw attack that his body could currently unleash.

Sizzle—Boom!

The seemingly indestructible armor on the alchemical colossus's head, under the attack of Garros's burning dragon claws, collapsed and tore inwards like butter being cut by a hot knife, and countless intricate alchemical runes instantly extinguished and disintegrated.

The enormous alchemical prosthetic eye emitted a cracking sound as it struggled to withstand the pressure.

The colossus's head caved in with a crash, and most of its face shattered.

A hissing sound filled the air as magical energy surged like lightning, trying to pull the parts back together and restore them to their original state.

However, more attacks followed.

The red iron dragon pressed close to the alchemical colossus's body, its claws, tail, and wings all transforming into deadly weapons, raining down on the colossus like a storm.

Sudden.

The Alchemy Colossus's cracked single eye lit up, releasing a high-frequency shockwave that caused the Red Iron Dragon to momentarily freeze.

Its right arm was raised high at the same time, and the front end of the arm deformed and combined, instantly extending into a giant slashing blade more than ten meters long, wrapped with violent electric arcs. It seized the gap in the Red Iron Dragon's attack and slashed heavily at its body.

Bang!

Dragon blood splattered everywhere, and the red iron dragon was sent flying backward, but before it even hit the ground, it returned at an even faster speed.

The slash that could split an ordinary young dragon in two only left a wound on his body that barely reached the bone. Although it was huge, it was far from a serious injury for a dragon's physique.

The Red Iron Dragon was a few sizes smaller than the Alchemist Colossus.

But his offensive was even more ferocious.

The red iron dragon, its body crackling with golden lightning, pounced on the alchemical colossus. Under its ferocious attack, countless parts scattered like severed limbs.

Clang!

The alchemical colossus's shoulder was sliced ​​open by the swirling dragon wings, and its arm fell heavily to the ground.

Click!

The half-shattered head was twisted off and tossed into the air like a baseball.

Tear!

The chest armor was pierced by the spear-like tail, bringing out many broken parts.

Galos used the dragon energy almost recklessly, and the alchemical colossus was riddled with holes in the blink of an eye. The wounds left by its counterattack only made Galos more excited because of the pain.

Another minute later.

Red Iron Dragon suddenly retreated, then flapped his wings, and with a surge of powerful, turbulent energy, he charged forward at an even faster speed, like a golden-red lightning bolt.

Level 3 Dragon Qi Circulation!

Dragon crashes!

The moment the alchemical colossus's hand touched the red iron dragon, a rotating, tearing vortex of energy scraped off its scales.

At the same time, its dark golden chest sculpted a clear outline.

The rugged, thick dragon horns pierced through the chest of the alchemical colossus first, and countless sparks flew as the scales rubbed against the steel. Then, the powerful dragon body crashed into and shattered the alchemical colossus's body.

boom!

The alchemical colossus collapsed completely, as if struck by lightning.

Red Iron Dragon raised its head and spread its wings, bathed in the rain of shattered metal parts. The scars and blood on its body resembled medals. It looked down and surveyed its surroundings, like a king examining his territory and subjects.

"The head workshop owner...is dead..."

"He is immortal... He is a legend!"

"No...it's impossible..."

Witnessing all this, the goblins' last remaining fighting spirit deflated instantly, like a punctured balloon.

Fear, like an icy tide, completely overwhelmed their hearts.

Some goblins collapsed to the ground, their foul stench of incontinence spreading; others dropped their weapons, clutching their hair and letting out devastating cries; still others went completely insane, charging madly towards the surrounding golem ruins or molten iron warriors like moths to a flame.

"For the Dragon Lord! Kill—!"

"Those who kneel live, those who stand die!"

The roars of the molten iron soldiers soared into the sky, and the final charge began.

Having lost its commander, its fighting spirit, and its most powerful weapon, the alchemical legion has become utterly helpless lambs to the slaughter.

Although some goblins still exist in the southeast, their main force has been completely defeated, their leader has died, their accumulated strength has been destroyed, and they have completely lost the confidence to fight against the Ironforge.

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