The rules of war dictated that on the battlefield, practicality was the number one priority. Appearances and whatnot were never a consideration.
Although humanoid mechas were mighty and domineering, their attacks were relatively simple. Imitating human attacks was also easy to predict, and in order to maintain the balance necessary for walking upright, a large amount of resources and spare parts would be used on the balance of limbs.
When the technology was still immature, this was undoubtedly a fatal waste.
In that case, what kind of war machine was the most practical?
"It must have a lot of space to accommodate cannons, and it's best if there's a lot of individual body space to accommodate more weapon parts and members!"
"Let's give up on the resource-wasting walking system. As long as it can kill people, crawling on the ground is acceptable."
"I think it's best if it has a lot of body parts, and if necessary, it can be disconnected and reassembled. Discarding replaced parts can still be used in battle. That way, our logistics capabilities can be directly upgraded. "
"Because of the existence of spellcasters, the larger the war machine, the easier it is to become a target. It can't be too big, yes, and most importantly, it can't be too tall."
After all the opinions were gathered, the deranged engineer completely gave up on the bottom line, and this terrifying war beast — the Train King Prototype Zero!
Doubtlessly, that was how Roland named it. The appearance of the assembled parts reminded him of a train as a means of transportation.
Now, what appeared in front of the world was such a metal monster. It was a metal monster made of extended horse carriages connected together, and its metal legs, which were modeled after insect limbs, were firmly inserted into the ground. This metal monster that resembled a giant centipede attracted everyone's attention the moment it appeared.
"A train? Isn't that a centipede? " Hermit's astonishment was exactly the same as Roland's. That's right, when this object was truly created, the original shape of the train transformed into something similar to a metal insect — a metal centipede that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws!
And so, after considering the situation of the future battlefield, the designer, who had long since lost his bottom line, was inspired to directly give up on the inconvenient wheels and choose mechanical blades that were more adaptable to the terrain. Each of its "legs" was a blade that could attack, and its entire body was filled with all kinds of killing machines.
Hermit's surprise was quickly answered. When the giant centipede crawled over the city wall at high speed, the oil pipes on both sides of its body kept spewing flammable oil. Then, as the sparks fell, all the city walls in its path turned into a sea of fire.
The sea of fire he created along the way caused the Beastmen to howl in pain. When he arrived at the designated location, he stabbed his metal feet into the ground and transformed them into a new metal barrier. Only then did he begin to reveal his true appearance.
All of the carriages were opened, and every carriage contained the newest model of Gnome Cannon. As a divine artifact of the Church of Multiple Turrets, Train King used his actions to show that having more turrets was power.
"Odd sequence! Fire all cannons! "
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The entire battlefield outside the west gate turned into a sea of fire. As the bombs exploded, countless Orcs were blasted away.
But at this moment, the Beastmen who were still on top of the city walls had already gotten close to Train King. They laughed viciously and angrily, intending to use blood and steel to teach these weak humans what true strength was.
The Beastmen were confident that as long as they could get close to Train King, the engineers operating the cannons would be no match for them at all. They would only need fifteen minutes to dismantle this expensive toy.
But how could Timlad, who was a grandmaster Demon Beast Engineer, possibly leave behind such an obvious flaw?
"Cannon, activate! Blades parallel! "
In an instant, all of the carriages' legs stood up once again. However, their sharp tips transformed into deadly blades! And then, these blades began to furiously spin!
That wasn't the end …
"Even sequence, fire flamethrowers!"
This time, all the carriages in the odd-numbered sequence were opened. The high-powered flamethrowers were quite astonishing, and the Beastmen's sweaty faces had already been waiting for a long time.
"Fire! Fire pillars for twenty seconds! "
"Ahhh!"
The several-dozen-meter-long flamethrower corridor had already become a corridor of despair. Even if a mega powerful individual tried to charge through the flames, the rotating blades would unhesitatingly follow up with another attack.
"Ahhh! Damned humans … "
At this moment, the beastmen, who were stuck between a rock and a hard place, only had two choices. They could either be stabbed into the blades, or become roasted meat.
Killing was only one of its uses. The incredibly long body of the carriage was the best barrier and wall. The exhausted beastmen finally had some breathing room.
This moving steel wall acted as a barrier on the battlefield. All of the exhaust pipes began to spew out large amounts of steam in the gaps in the battlefield that had been cleared out.
This train king's energy consumption was far too high. In just a few short minutes, all of its components and engines were overheated. The engineers were pouring water on the overheated engines, urgently cooling them down!
The beastmen discovered this temporary emptiness. Just as they were hesitating about charging forward again, what awaited them was an even more frightening despair.
"Muskets, muskets, get ready!"
The most despairing scene was right before their eyes. The engineers raised their muskets, and the magical swordsmen actually jumped onto the carriages of the train king and began to prepare their magic. The flashing firebirds began to gather fireballs. Perhaps the fireballs weren't very powerful, but with several hundred fireballs exploding at the same time, who could possibly dodge them?
* Boom! * * Boom! * * Boom! *
One fireball after another arced through the air, and one musket after another shot out fatal sparks. The firepower of the new generation left the beastmen in despair. That short distance of twenty meters was the difference between life and death. The regret of being "just one step away" accompanied them to their deaths.
Fireballs exploded one after another, and the continuous explosions stole the attention of the beastmen. Large areas of no man's land were cleared out, and the mages, who were the kings of war, had an explosive increase in power.
Finally, the beastmen tribe leaders were unable to restrain themselves any longer.
Under tribe leader Kagra's leadership, a large number of harpies covered the castle walls like a dark cloud. Together with them was the Dragon Knight that had luckily escaped last time. The green dragon Osmonya and his wolf tribe's Dragon Knight Kakaji had once again made a comeback. The beastmen army was now going all out, using what little remaining of their aerial forces they had.
"Shoot down that Dragon Knight!"
If this beast of war had any weaknesses, apart from the fact that it couldn't move for too long, it would be that it was too focused on dealing with ground units and lacked the ability to deal with air units.
Renée instantly saw through the harpies' weaknesses. They lacked strength, and most of their spears were made of wood. Even if they could pose a threat to humans, they would be of limited threat to the Train King, who had a body of steel. As for the ability to cast spells in the air? The harpies would enter a trance state required for casting spells while flapping their wings so that they wouldn't fall off? If they had such skills, why didn't they just directly become archmages?
"Only that Dragon Knight is a threat. Kill him!"
Currently, the Knight Princess was no longer just the commander of the western castle walls. Although she hadn't been promoted many ranks due to her outstanding performance, on the battlefield, her military achievements were far more effective than any military rank. She had long since become the commander of this area's defense.
But at this moment, her orders received no response. That Green Dragon Knight was far too cautious. He flew too high, and all arrows and magic were unable to reach him.
According to the Knight's past battle tactics, whenever the battle became tense, he would launch a surprise attack at a low altitude. The poisonous mist that the dragon spat out would be abnormally deadly. Perhaps it wouldn't have any significant impact on the battle, but it would definitely deal a heavy blow to the city's morale. And this time, his target was naturally Train King.
Obviously, this time, he intended to use the harpies as cover and launch another surprise attack amidst the chaos.
After several days of fighting, the human Griffin Knight had suffered heavy losses. Those that could fly had already taken off to fight. At this point in the war, what mattered more was willpower and confidence.
"Wuuuu!"
But this time, the Green Dragon Knight's surprise attack was intercepted.
"Lord Timier!"
That's right, the gigantic Bone Dragon suddenly flew out of the city and shot itself out like a cannonball. The Green Dragon was sent rolling in the air from the impact.
But right after that, the Bone Dragon, which was covered in wounds, fell straight down. As the commander of the aerial cavalry, Timier and his Dragon Knight, who always took the lead, had suffered heavy injuries. It took all of their strength just to be able to fly.
And while that Beastman Knight was still trying to regain his balance, the Grim Reaper had already come knocking on his door. The Knight Princess was already standing behind him.
As one of the few aerial cavalrymen with flying mounts, Renée wasn't confident that she could defeat the powerful Dragon Knight in a direct confrontation. However, seizing opportunities to launch surprise attacks was her forte.
"Die!"
There was no such thing as luck on the battlefield. The chaotic situation of the battle allowed the strong and the weak to turn the tables everywhere. Before the Dragon Knight Kakaki could even turn his head around, Renée's longsword had already slashed down.
The flying head was still dripping blood in the air, and the expression of complete disbelief was still on his face. His furious eyes were still filled with shock. The powerful Dragon Knight Kakaki had fallen just like that.
"Wuuuuuu!"
Discovering through the contract that his master had died, the pain before his death was transmitted over. The young Green Dragon Osmonya howled in pain, but he would soon no longer be sad. Renée's hands were covered in blood as she raised the longspear on her back. The 'Dragon Slayer' Dragonslayer that she received from Longtu Basra gathered a green bloody glow on it. Then, she stabbed it into the Green Dragon's skull!
"Aooo!"
The Green Dragon screamed in pain as he flapped his wings weakly. The natural enemy, the Dragonslayer, pierced deeper and deeper into the skull. He could only welcome the inevitable end of his life. As the dragon's blood splattered everywhere, Renée had also completed her own Dragonslayer feat!
"The Dragonslayer Renée!"
"The Knight Princess!"
In the eyes of the world, when the Northlands met with a calamity, just like countless other times in history, another young ruler stood up.
The cheers of the soldiers on the battlefield allowed the young female Knight to completely break away from her status as a pretty face in the eyes of the world. Now, her reputation as a Knight Princess would truly come true.
Renée jumped in midair, and Frigid Maw caught her on his flying horse. She couldn't believe her own eyes as she watched the falling Green Dragon.
"Father, I did it! I'm no longer a useless pretty face princess. I can protect my own people and the Mist Kingdom now. "
For some reason, Renée suddenly thought of a certain man who wasn't currently on the battlefield.
"If he knew, would he praise me or scold me for being reckless?"
"I think that if it was His Highness Roland, he would probably scold you first, and then find a reason to reward you as if nothing had happened. But, he probably wouldn't have the kind of reward you wanted. "
Frigid Maw's following words caused Renée's face to instantly redden. Only now did she remember the trouble of having a telepathic connection.
"He's coming again, be careful!"
A bird that stood out had its own troubles. The other Dragon Knight ambushed Renée, and even though she was thousands of meters away, she could still feel his bone-piercing hatred.
However, even Reyne herself did not expect that when danger was right in front of her, the corners of her mouth would curl up into a smile. She licked her lips with her fragrant tongue. She was enjoying the thrill of life and death. She was enjoying this battlefield.
However, her heart was filled with doubt. As the battle progressed, she mysteriously felt excited, and her mind became clearer. The beastmen's dying screams made her feel joy from the bottom of her heart. It was as if she was born for battle, and the face-to-face slaughter was awakening her dormant talent.
She loved this place. She loved hearing the screams of her enemies, and she loved seeing the flowing blood. That mysterious excitement made her feel like her entire body was burning up.
If this could still be explained by the excitement of entering the battlefield for the first time, then the obvious increase in her strength was rather puzzling.
"Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. Anyway, it should be a good thing … That idiot over there, isn't the boiling oil ready yet? Throw it down and kill those beastmen! "
During the interval of the battle, the Knights were exchanging their opinions excitedly, sighing that the princess was indeed a descendant of the Mist. She had undergone such a huge change in the battle. In the eyes of some of the worried ones, the change that couldn't be seen by the naked eye was so obvious.
The scarlet glow of blood flickered continuously in Renée's eyes. The souls of those who died in the battle had no possibility of returning to the cycle of reincarnation. They were absorbed into Renée's body amidst their sorrowful cries. As they continued to 'eat', the huge black wings that couldn't be seen by the naked eye grew larger and larger.
In the shadows, a pair of eyes filled with worry was looking at her. The hesitation on the face was very obvious. Perhaps others couldn't see it, but the black wings couldn't be more obvious in her eyes.
"Are they also Demonkin? Damn it. Roland, just as you expected, there are also Demonkin on Renée's side. This is the worst possible outcome. Looking at this aura and the talent of Soul Devouring, they are at least direct descendants of a Demon Lord. The situation is quite obvious. Both the Mist Descendants are descendants of the Abyss Prince Cavendish. "
"Cavendish! What did you do? "
Far away in the labyrinth, I was furious after hearing this news. However, Valkyrie Cavendish shook her head innocently.
"What? I didn't do anything. I was just helping you kill people! "
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