It was clear from today's battle how terrifying a Drakonid could be when unleashed at full power.
The Drakonid Legion was not made up entirely of Warriors, and there were some 'spellcasters' with stronger elemental powers hidden within!
Their bodies were no different from ordinary Drakonid Warriors, but their elemental powers were clearly stronger and more abundant than their physical strength. They were extremely rare, and there would only be one such Drakonid 'spellcaster' among twenty or thirty Drakonids.
Moreover, their training and equipment were extremely expensive, and ordinary Dragon Lords could not afford to keep them at all. That was why even with the might of the Fire Dragon Lady Phyllis, there were no more than seventeen Drakonid spellcasters under her command.
And today, there were six who came with the Drakonid Legion.
The six gifted Drakonid spellcasters rushed to the front, waving their flame wands, and fireballs the size of washbasins fell into the swarm of magical machines like meteors.
The consecutive elemental fireballs blew five or six magical machines into pieces, sending sparks flying everywhere. The violent and overflowing shockwaves of flames went on a rampage, directly sending a dozen magical machines flying.
The Drakonid spellcasters frowned at the poor results of the attack.
But in the next second, something that gave them a bigger headache appeared.
The dozen magical machines that were sent flying by the shockwaves of the explosion quickly stood up, shaking off the dirt on their bodies, and once again sprayed metal bullets all over their bodies as they returned to their previous positions. And of the five or six seemingly heavily damaged metal magical machines, another two stood up shakily.
Most of the muzzles on the surface of their bodies had melted and broken, and thick black smoke was rising from their broken bodies, with sparks flashing from time to time. Even so, they still used the remaining muzzles to desperately pour dense metal bullets at the Drakonids.
To be honest, the round of fireballs just now had completely taken out only four of the metal lumps. This … This had clearly far exceeded the psychological limits of the Drakonid spellcasters.
In past wars, a series of fireballs would explode in the enemy's defensive line, taking away countless lives every time. Moreover, the deafening sound of the fireballs exploding, the rising flames, and the terrifying shockwaves brought to the enemy's mind were far greater and more shocking than the Drakonid Warriors chopping down one with their axes.
Unfortunately, it was meaningless against the cold Battle Magic Machinery.
When the six Drakonid spellcasters hid two hundred meters away and unleashed elemental fireballs at the dense Mana Legion, they had no idea that a terrible 'God of Death' was leaping at them with a grin.
The magic-powered airship that had been hidden for a long time hurriedly dropped the 'Destroyer' and quickly ascended, fleeing into the distance in a panic.
The cigar-shaped bomb, which was more than three meters long and one meter in diameter, broke through the dense fog in the sky and dived toward the ground with an ear-piercing whistle.
Every Drakonid in the midst of battle could not help but look up, watching in horror as the tiny needle-like object descended from the sky and landed directly on the camp.
In the next second, a huge fireball with a diameter of ten meters rose from the center of the camp, and then suddenly exploded, bursting out with scorching heat waves and air currents.
A Dragonoid Warrior was caught in the explosion of the fireball and was sent flying more than twenty meters away. His face was swollen and bruised, and his body was covered in abrasions. Still, when he climbed up with much difficulty and patted his body a few times in shock, he only relaxed when he realized that he was not missing an arm or a leg.
The Drakonids who had been watching the scene were shocked!
That's it?
That was all the power of that terrifying thing that made their hearts skip a beat?
It was certainly seven to eight times more powerful than the fireballs cast by Drakonid spellcasters, but it was still a little weak against a Drakonid. Look … it couldn't even kill an ordinary Drakonid Warrior …
And yet, before that thought faded from the Drakonid's mind, the Drakonid Warrior that had been feeling so good just a moment ago had already flared up.
It abruptly began to shriek, its voice shrill and hoarse.
Blisters and blood bubbles of various sizes abruptly appeared over its rough and slightly red hard skin, just as large areas of festering and burn marks appeared over its skin. As if roasted by invisible flames, the dragon scales on the Drakonid Warrior's body began to fall off in large areas, revealing abscesses that were filled with blood beneath.
While the Drakonids had little hair on their bodies, there were large tufts of stiff dark red hair growing over their skulls. But now, as if scalded by boiling water, those hairs were also falling off in large handfuls, revealing fresh crimson flesh beneath.
Soon, however, the fresh crimson flesh appeared to have contracted necrosis, rapidly turning black and stinking before rotting and deteriorating. Moreover, from the Drakonid Warrior's incessant coughing, black blood spraying from its mouth and broken innards, it was clear that its flesh was rapidly decaying just like its skin.
The terrible agony that felt as if thousands of alien insects were gnawing on its body kept the Drakonid Warrior scratching itself. As it dug and scratched, dragon scales were falling off, skin was festering and flesh was withering. Streaks of frightening bone-deep wounds were a ghastly sight.
The Drakonid was dissolving!
Indeed, in that very moment, every Drakonid could tell that under the influence of that unusual 'dirty bomb', every part of the Drakonid Warrior that had flesh and blood was dissolving, be it inside or on its surface. Skin, tendons, blood, muscles … everything was dissolving, turning into clumps of disgusting goo.
When all parts of the Drakonid Warrior's body that could be dissolved had melted into a puddle of mud, the remaining parts that were not dissolved scattered over the ground with a splat. Among them were skeletal frame that was as clean as new, dark-red dragon scales, a few hairs and a few short, curved dragon horns …
In the blink of an eye, the tall and mighty Drakonid Warrior was reduced to such little things!
Just as the Drakonid Warriors looked at the sight before them in utter terror, violent coughing suddenly echoed in the camp.
As if the God of Pestilence had silently passed through the camp, almost a third of the Drakonids began to cough and vomit. The blood they coughed out was black as well, with some organ fragments and squirming black worms floating within.
At that moment, the Drakonids who were still in the midst of battle were thrown into disarray.
No matter how the captains yelled and roared, they turned a deaf ear to them, only panicking as they dodged their 'comrades' who were vomiting blood.
The Drakonid camp was in utter chaos!
… …
Faced with the chaos in the Drakonid camp, the Wizards were clearly mentally prepared.
However, the effects of the spell that far exceeded their expectations still left them a little surprised.
The effects were just too good!
Was it because Poison Centipede Endor's toxic plague was too powerful, or that 'Destroyer' was too frightening … For a moment, even Mary, the one who gave the order, could not tell.
Mary was well aware of Poison Centipede Endor's ability.
If she had enough time to set up the poison, it would certainly have terrifying effects, and even killing multiple Wizards of the same rank would not be a problem. But to harm these Drakonids whose physiques were comparable to those of Grade 2 Anatomy Refinery Wizards to such an extent, it seemed, perhaps, probably … impossible with her ability, right?
So was it the work of that 'Destroyer'?
Mary did not know anything about the effects of this' Destroyer '. When Grim gave it to her, he only vaguely mentioned something like 'strong radiation'. It seemed to be some kind of experimental weapon that he and Gaz Lurvi had just come up with.
From a certain point of view, the destructive effect of this weapon was really amazing!
At least, it instantly made one-third of the Drakonids lose their combat ability, and the rest were more or less affected.
But this also forced the Drakonid Legion into a dead end. Under the command of the Drakonids' higher-ups, the Drakonid Legion began to madly attack the tight defensive line formed by the Demonic Mechanical Legion.
After so many tricks, the Drakonid Warriors and the Demonic Mechanical Legion finally clashed with each other with real swords and spears.
As if sensing the fierceness of the Demonic Mechanical Legion's long-range firepower, the Drakonids that rushed up this time were either waving huge tree trunks that were as thick as a person's arms, or carrying huge rocks. Using these things as shields, they successfully broke through the line of fire and were able to engage in close combat with the Battle Magic Machines.
On one side were wild warriors forged from flesh and blood, and on the other were metal magical machinery with steel bones … When they clashed with real swords and spears, the brutality and wildness akin to Mars crashing into Earth made one's blood boil and unable to control themselves.
Thud thud thud …
Amidst a series of dull sounds of flesh and steel clashing, the loggers were sent flying into the air one after another, directly shattering into parts and fragments that filled the air. The metal axes in the hands of the ferocious Drakonid Warriors were also bent. Every inch of skin on their chests, abdomens, and the front of their bodies were mangled, their scales broken.
And in that moment of pause, metal pellets that were as dense as raindrops flew over from all directions, sinking into the Drakonids' bodies and worsening their injuries. In the end, they too fell to the ground, shrieking mournfully.
Batches after batches of Draconid warriors charged forward, only to fall again. The defensive line of the Loggers blocking the front was also becoming thinner and brittle at a visible rate.
Unable to withstand the onslaught of the Drakonid Warriors, the defensive line that had sealed off the mud path retreated again and again. Finally, the Drakonids broke through the obstruction of the mud path and expanded the battlefield to a much wider land.
As the troops retreated, the Demonic Mechanical Legion's formation also underwent huge adjustments, turning from a dense square formation to a loose pocket formation.
The archer-type magical machinery roamed the perimeter of the battlefield, incessantly striking and wearing down the Drakonid's defenses with fierce long-range firepower. Meanwhile, the remaining thirty loggers formed small defensive circles within the battlefield, using their sturdy and massive bodies to cut apart the Drakonid's formation.
Meanwhile, the mages who had been hiding turned into ferocious crocodiles that lurked in the water, slowly approaching their prey.
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