Chapter 346 The Second Stage Purple Lion, Terrifyingly Powerful
When Galos gave the order to attack.
The Ironforge, this war behemoth, suddenly awoke, letting out a deafening roar and taking heavy steps that made the earth tremble as it surged toward Echo Rift.
"roar--!!!"
The roar of the Amethyst Lion King coalesced into a sound wave that was almost tangible.
The towering rock walls on both sides of the rift valley were affected, with loose rocks tumbling down and dust billowing everywhere.
About ten high-level lion beasts had already leaped to the top of the rift. Their muscles were taut, and their sharp claws were deeply gripping the rock face. Although their faces were fierce, they still suppressed their boiling fighting spirit and confronted the dragons that circled endlessly in the sky and blotted out the sun.
at the same time.
Upon receiving the Lion King's command, the entire lion pride erupted like a raging torrent, launching a full-scale attack just like the Iron Legion.
The distance between the two sides was not far to begin with, and now it was rapidly shrinking.
The earth trembled violently under the iron hooves and giant claws, groaning under the unbearable weight.
The charge of the mammoth pride was like a landslide and a tsunami; each heavy paw shattered rocks and left a dense web of cracks on the ground.
These colossal beasts far surpassed ordinary elephants in size, their bulging muscles rising like granite blocks, their curved tusks gleaming with a cold, scimitar-like light, and their charging momentum was enough to crush the strongest city walls.
On either side of them, the Shadowmane Lions transformed into eerie, dark afterimages, their claws tearing through the air with piercing shrieks, moving with ghostly speed.
The air itself was being torn apart by the wailing.
The Windblade Lion unfurled its translucent elemental wind wings, wildly churning the air currents and whipping up a sky-covering gale, whipping up sand and sharp pebbles, attempting to completely obscure the defenders' vision and create the perfect opportunity for the ground lion pride's deadly surprise attack.
However, what awaited them was a fierce artillery barrage that the Iron Legion had already prepared.
Boom boom boom!
The alchemical cannons roared deafeningly, firing in successive waves.
The scorching alchemical pellets pierced the sky and exploded violently among the charging lions, blooming into cruel flowers woven from shattered flesh, torn limbs, and blazing flames.
The pride of lions reacted quickly.
The magical beasts unleashed ranged attacks, either activating wind blades to intercept whistling projectiles or condensing fireballs and launching spikes in retaliation.
Moreover, the ferocious beasts charging at the forefront are especially tough-skinned and thick-fleshed.
As long as they were not directly hit by artillery shells, even if they were mutilated and covered in blood, most of them could struggle to get up again, let out painful and angry roars, and continue to charge.
The devastating casualties did not stop the flood.
Before long, the vanguard of both sides clashed violently, officially entering the fierce stage of close combat.
Individually, the lion pride has a significantly higher average life level, and its strength, speed, and physique surpass those of ordinary warriors in the Iron Legion.
However, they are quite different from the guards at border posts, whose equipment varies and whose training levels differ.
Every Iron Warrior gathered in Echo Rift at this moment is a veteran who has survived countless bloody wars. They have undergone day-to-day training and have long since ingrained tactical coordination and coordinated advances and retreats into their instincts. They are a truly elite force that knows how to wage war.
On this vast and chaotic battlefield.
Unless an individual's life level is high enough to be able to take on a thousand enemies single-handedly and ignore formations, the tacit cooperation between warriors can still play a decisive role.
"Form ranks—!"
The warlord's roar, like a war drum, echoed across the battlefield.
Upon hearing the command, the ogre heavy warriors roared in unison, slamming their giant shields heavily onto the ground.
Amidst the thunderous clang of clashing steel, a majestic and cold steel wall rose from the ground in an instant.
Spell - Resist Impact!
Spell - Protect against physical damage!
Spell - Shield!
...
The Legion warlocks behind them calmly waved their staffs, their movements perfectly synchronized.
Instead of wasting their precious mana on offensive spells, they focused all their efforts on providing buffs to their allies who were under the greatest pressure on the front lines.
The already robust ogre warriors, as strong as hills, seemed to swell even more under the layers of magical light, their muscles bulging and their skin gleaming with a metallic sheen, resembling a truly indestructible wall of bronze and iron.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The ferocious charge of the mammoth pride slammed into the shield wall like a heavy hammer.
The sturdy shields dented instantly, the ogres holding them shuddered violently, their thick arm muscles twisted, and blood spilled from their mouths and noses.
But their legs were like cast iron pillars, firmly rooted to the earth, refusing to retreat an inch!
Even with the continuous chanting and amplification from the warlocks behind it, the wall of steel began to emit a low roar, and instead of resisting the immense pressure, it advanced step by step, forcing those massive mammoth lions to stagger backward.
Buzzing—!
Just as the lion pride's charge faltered, the alchemical golems—the Steel Rippers—activated.
Engines roared from their chests, and chainsaws whirred at high speed as they strode heavily into the gap in the lines.
Once the high-speed spinning serrated blade touched the lion's body, it instantly caused terrible lacerations.
The lion's fur, muscles, and bones shattered and flew amidst the deafening noise.
Centaur riders charged from both flanks.
They galloped across the land, their hooves flying.
The steel lance, several meters long, thrust out horizontally with great speed, easily tearing through the air and precisely piercing the lion's ribs and neck, leaving huge wounds that gushed blood.
In the air, the Windblade Lion attempted to condense and compress wind blades to lock onto the rampaging Centaur Knights or Warlock formations below.
"Release the arrows!"
The centurion gave the order, and the well-trained archers immediately responded with a volley.
Specially crafted alchemical armor-piercing arrows rose into the air and fell like a torrential downpour, covering the airspace where the Windblade Lion was located, with sharp arrowheads specifically targeting vulnerable areas such as the eye sockets, throat, and wing root joints.
The Windblade Lions were forced to halt their attack, hastily maneuvering in mid-air. However, more and more unfortunate ones were hit by arrows, letting out mournful howls before finally falling and crashing into the dense lion pack below, causing chaos and trampling.
Meanwhile, the Shadowmane pride emerged from the shadows of the battlefield.
Their claws were as fast as lightning, slicing through the armor of the Iron Warriors and sending up a series of dazzling sparks, but they could not break through the thick defenses in an instant.
But the next second, several battle axes and scimitars came slashing down from different angles in perfect unison, forcing these agile hunters to abandon their attack and retreat rapidly, disappearing into the shadows.
The gnoll warriors formed hunting squads, their scimitar attacks cunning and ruthless, targeting joints and tendon crevices.
Once they succeed, even the mighty lion will instantly lose its balance and speed, becoming lambs to the slaughter.
Sizzle—!
A particularly strong, high-ranking lion-beast leader swung its giant claw in a rage, the terrifying force sending a heavily armored ogre flying, shield and all, crashing heavily into several warriors behind it.
Before the lion-beast leader could seize the opportunity to expand its gains, a giant spiked club flew in with a whooshing sound and smashed into its side of the head like a battering ram.
Its skull cracked open, blood gushed out, and it staggered, letting out a painful roar.
Karu, the Gluttonous Demon who had just snapped the neck of a lion beast with his bare hands, charged forward like a human cannonball and fiercely fought with the wounded lion beast leader.
After a brief close-quarters fight.
The Glutton's claws ripped out the still-beating heart of the lion chieftain.
Karu stood on the corpse, chewing on the hot, bloody lion's heart. His ferocious eyes scanned the battlefield, and he quickly locked onto his next conspicuous prey, pouncing once more.
On the other side, Russell, the werewolf from the Dragonvein, was not particularly large among the behemoths of the battlefield, but his movements were incredibly agile, leaving behind dazzling afterimages as he moved.
Wherever he went, the carotid arteries, groins, and other vital blood vessels of the lions were precisely severed, and blood gushed out like fountains.
When the battle was raging.
The werewolf suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, and let out a loud howl.
The humanoid upright body quickly lowered, its muscles swelled as if inflated, and its joints made popping sounds. In an instant, it transformed into a terrifying dragon-wolf with the size of a giant lion and claws and teeth that gleamed with a metallic sheen. It fiercely pounced into the densest pride of lions, stirring up a storm of blood and gore.
at the same time.
The heavily armored ogres formed a steel shield wall that maintained a tight formation, steadily and firmly compressing the lion pride's space, like a relentlessly advancing tide.
No matter how fast or agile the lion beast was, it could not move freely among the dense forest of spears and battle axes.
Moreover, there are also negative spells such as Grease, Entanglement, and Weakening Rays constantly being fired from the spell array behind, providing continuous interference and restriction.
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Lion prides are by no means weak; they are powerful, fierce, and fearless.
However, they are quite primitive in terms of large-scale legion-level coordination, relying more on individual bravery and instinctive hunting skills.
They were able to leverage their mobility and surprise when previously launching scattered attacks on border outposts.
However, nowadays, when faced with the formidable Iron Legion, its advantages vanish instantly.
Almost from the very beginning of the battle, the lion pride was caught in a passive situation of fighting each other independently, and was steadily pushed into a disadvantageous position by the Iron Legion.
roar!
Looking down at the rapidly deteriorating and one-sided battle below, the Amethyst Lion King let out a low, furious roar from his throat, a mixture of anger and anxiety.
Its gaze swept over the dragons that had not yet left the arena, and it anxiously scratched at the rocks beneath its feet with its sharp claws.
The claw tip collided with the hard rock surface, scattering dazzling sparks.
A few seconds later, it growled again.
As if receiving a command, the dozen or so high-ranking lions guarding the lion king could no longer suppress their boiling fighting spirit. They began to run at high speed across the rugged and steep rift valley, as if walking on flat ground, to aid the retreating lion pride.
They all have a very high level of life.
Among them were even two lion beasts, each at level 16, leading the pack with an extremely fierce aura.
"Sorog, Samantha."
Red Iron Dragon turned his head and said in a deep voice to the two blood relatives beside him, "You are to deal with those two level 16 lion beast leaders."
Iron Dragon Sorog nodded steadily: "Understood!"
Samantha, the red dragon, let out an extremely excited roar, sparks flying from her dragon snout: "I will make these lowly reptiles remember with their lives what true dragon might is!"
Two powerful young dragons suddenly flapped their wings and swooped down, their bodies intertwined.
The iron dragon's body gleamed with a hardened metallic sheen; dense runes flashed on the armor of the red dragon's body, and its dragon might swept across the surroundings like a tidal wave.
Red Iron Dragon's gaze then turned to the other two eager teenage dragons, and he gave a brief order.
"Hriam, Cahill, you two also join the attack to eliminate the other high-ranking leaders and support the ground forces."
The Storm Dragon and the Wild Dragon let out a deafening battle roar in unison, indicating their acceptance of the order. They then eagerly flapped their wings and, like two arrows released from a bow, swooped down to join the battle.
Then, Red Iron Dragon slowly withdrew his gaze and locked it back onto the amethyst lion king standing proudly atop the mountain.
At this moment, all distractions have been eliminated.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
At the other end, the lion king's purple mane burned like a raging fire, and its broad wings flapped powerfully, allowing it to rise steadily into the air.
Its flying posture is skillful and agile, making it a true master of the air.
Those enormous wings, resembling dragon wings, were not merely decorative.
Their eyes met in mid-air, and the invisible clash of their auras seemed to freeze the air itself.
The next second, the Red Iron Dragon and the Amethyst Lion King simultaneously flapped their giant wings, unleashing astonishing speed, like two comets tearing through the sky and leaving trails of energy, carrying destructive power as they charged fiercely toward each other!
The air seemed to be crushed and torn open by these two terrifying forces.
—Mind Blast!
The moment they entered each other's attack range, the Amethyst Lion King's eyes widened suddenly, gleaming with psionic energy.
An invisible mental shockwave ignored physical distance and instantly blasted into the Red Iron Dragon's mental world.
Like an invisible bomb exploding in the deepest part of his mind, Garus's dragon eyes suddenly shrank, his racing thoughts went blank for a moment, and his flight movements became briefly stiff and sluggish.
The Amethyst Lion King, with its rich combat experience, seized the opportunity to tear through the air with its claws, slamming them down with tremendous force onto the Red Iron Dragon's forehead, which was covered by a thick mask.
Bang!
A dull, teeth-grinding thud exploded, and the red iron dragon's head was smashed to one side, sending shattered scales and sparks flying.
However, the blood that splattered out belonged to the Amethyst Lion King.
The Red Iron Dragon's head structure is exceptionally thick and heavy. Its rugged horns and sturdy visor form perfect protection. In particular, many short, sharp, jet-black thorns naturally grow on the visor.
The Amethyst Lion King's determined swipe of its claws left several white scratches and tiny cracks on the Red Iron Dragon's mask, but at the same time, its own soft paw pads were pierced by the hard, sharp thorns of the mask, instantly drawing blood.
Bang bang bang!
The Amethyst Lion King's claws left a trail of afterimages as they furiously struck the Red Iron Dragon's head, neck, chest, and other vital areas at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.
The red iron dragon's body trembled slightly, and its scales shattered.
However, the Amethyst Lion King's claws also felt a strong recoil force with each collision, and were continuously scratched by those hard scales and thorns.
It can be said that it hurts the enemy by 800 but also inflicts a thousand damage on itself.
At the same time, Hong Tielong's eyes quickly regained their clarity.
His counterattack was lightning fast; a muscular dragon claw tore through the air and precisely grabbed at the Amethyst Lion King's neck, attempting to lock it in one blow.
Psychic Step!
With a flap of its wings, the Amethyst Lion King advanced instead of retreating. The moment its neck was gripped by the dragon's claws, it vanished in a blur, while its true form suddenly appeared in the blind spot behind the Red Iron Dragon, opening its blood-red maw to bite down hard on its spine!
This strike was both fierce and swift.
However, the result was completely unexpected by the Lion King of Amethyst.
Thud! Thud!
As if struck by two invisible hammers, the Amethyst Lion King felt a heart-wrenching pain in his shoulder blades and chest.
Caught off guard.
Its massive body didn't have time to absorb any of the impact, and it tumbled backward in a sorry state, leaving two clear dents on its shoulder blades and sternum, with the surrounding fur and muscles showing unnatural twists.
At the same time.
Two heavy, muffled thuds came from the corresponding locations on Galos's body, and fine cracks appeared.
It is a common mental spell – damage transfer.
On the other end, the Amethyst Lion King endured the excruciating pain and flapped its wings to stabilize its backward-flying body.
Its eyes flashed with psychic light as it glimpsed two enormous arms, solidified as solid and composed of black and red energy, stretching out from near the shoulder blades on the back of the red iron dragon.
It was these two giant arms that delivered a devastating blow the moment it thought it had succeeded.
boom!
Without pausing, the Red Iron Dragon spread its wings and pressed its advantage, flying towards the wounded Amethyst Lion King.
—Mind Blast!
A look of shock and anger flashed in the eyes of the Amethyst Lion King. He concentrated his spiritual energy again, attempting to use the same trick to interrupt the Red Iron Dragon's aggressive offensive rhythm.
However, just before it unleashed its Mind Blast, a dark red aura suddenly surged from the Red Iron Dragon's face, instantly coalescing into a thick, ferocious helmet.
The red iron dragon's entire head was tightly wrapped, with only a pair of deep, abyss-like eyes visible.
The Amethyst Lion King's mastery of mind-based magic surpasses that of the Iron Dragon Sorog.
Galus was able to mitigate its influence through his own tenacious spirit, but he could not be completely immune.
Therefore, he used his Star Form to further enhance his mental attributes, which not only strengthened his perception but also greatly enhanced his resistance to mental attacks.
This time, the effects of the mind blast were minimized.
Galos only stiffened for an almost imperceptible moment, and his speed did not even slow down in the slightest.
Red Iron Dragon broke free from the mental interference even faster than before, and in the blink of an eye, it was back in front of the Amethyst Lion King.
The Amethyst Lion King let out a low growl mixed with pain and surprise, and once again used its psionic power to dodge.
But as soon as its body appeared on the other side, the Red Iron Dragon turned around instantly and chased after it, as if it had already anticipated its movement.
Four thick, powerful claws swept over the lion, completely blocking all its escape routes.
Bang bang bang!
Red Iron Dragon showed no mercy, unleashing a fierce barrage of attacks with all four arms. Its fists, claws, and energy strikes landed heavily on the Amethyst Lion King's body, relentlessly suppressing it from the air until it finally crashed diagonally down into the towering cliffs of Echo Rift.
A series of violent tremors followed, dust filled the air, and rocks flew everywhere, making the entire mountain seem as if it were about to collapse.
roar!
A loud, painful yet even more furious roar suddenly erupted from the smoke and dust.
An overwhelming surge of psionic energy erupted in all directions, instantly scattering and clearing away countless dust particles and fragments.
The heavy body of the Red Iron Dragon was also thrown backward by the force of the spiritual energy, revealing the huge crater in the mountain wall and the current appearance of the Amethyst Lion King.
Its body was covered in dust and splattered blood, its fur was dull and lifeless, and beneath the fur were terrible dents and bruises, with many wounds so deep that bone was visible, and blood was gushing out.
Even with damage transfer and sharing, Garos's berserk, continuous heavy blows still cost it dearly.
On the opposite side, the Red Iron Dragon flapped its wings in the air and quickly stabilized itself.
His outer, hard dragon scales were also covered with cracks and claw marks, especially on his chest and back, where there were many obvious indentations and cracks caused by the transfer of damage.
While enduring fierce attacks, the Amethyst Lion King continuously used this psychic ability to reduce the damage it suffered and fed back a portion of it to the Red Iron Dragon.
So far.
Hong Tielong's injuries were almost all self-inflicted.
roar!
The Amethyst Lion King struggled to its feet from the crater in the rock wall, raised its scarred head, stared at the seemingly unharmed dragon in the air, and let out another earth-shattering roar. This time, in addition to anger, the roar was filled with a sense of determination.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The purple flames that swirled around its neck suddenly flew up.
The purple flames surged dramatically, rapidly coalescing into a massive and illusory outline.
The Amethyst Lion King kept letting out deep roars, and its body continued to expand as the flames danced. Layers of muscles bulged under its fur like steel, with clear textures. Its claws and teeth also became sharper and bigger, eventually completely overlapping with the illusory outline. Its aura surged wildly!
(End of this chapter)
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