These two colossal beings crushed through the middle of the Dragonoid army, instantly injuring them greatly.
Be it the thunder dragon's powerful tail that swept past them or the Drakonid leader's body that weighed a ton, the Drakonid warrior's body would instantly cave in, breaking bones and snapping tendons as they sprawled on the ground, vomiting mouthfuls of blood.
"You go deal with the Wind Elves in the sky!" Grim looked at Mary and ordered loudly.
Mary's attacks were weak, and she had no good way of dealing with the thick-skinned Dragonoids. Hence, Grimm gave her the simplest task.
"Zacha, guard the palace gates. Don't let a single one in. Tigole, charge with me! "
After quickly assigning tasks, Grimm tossed out a Demon Puppet Core and summoned a terrifying Balrog. Then, he roared and began his second transformation.
With a flick of his finger, two towering Balrogs rose from the ground at the same time. Their bodies shrouded in flames swayed as they fired fireballs at the Dragonoid army as if they were free.
Tigole, who was called out, responded. He released the Goblin Ripper from his Puppet Amulet and dove into it. In the next second, the Goblin Ripper let out a low roar and began to move its body. It brandished its metal chainsaw and drill, blocking the Dragonoid army's path without hesitation.
A series of magma fireballs exploded amidst the Drakonid ranks. Violent flame shockwaves and magma rain that splashed wantonly annihilated the eleven Drakonids who charged at the forefront. They collapsed in the flames, and the metal armor on their bodies quickly softened in the extreme heat, turning into flowing crimson molten iron, burning the flesh and dragon scales below and making them crackle.
Grimm and the terrifying Balrog stood side by side. One was in charge of setting fire, while the other was in charge of blocking the enemy. In an instant, the area within two hundred meters in front of them was engulfed in a sea of flames.
The moment the Tier 1 Dragonoid Warriors charged into the sea of fire, they screamed in agony as they were burned by the magical flames. In addition to burning their bodies, the raging flames also entered their bodies through their eyes, ears, mouths, noses, and other vulnerable parts, burning their internal organs.
Many Dragonoid Warriors stumbled as they charged through the sea of fire. Before the Goblin Ripper could engage them, they had already fallen to the ground with flames spewing out of their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Their muscular bodies were covered with burn marks.
Only the Grade 2 Drakonids could rely on the protection of the wind elemental energy around their bodies to charge through the terrifying sea of fire. However, as soon as they stepped out of the sea of flames and appeared on the other side, they ran into Tigole who was brandishing metal chainsaws and drills.
Bang bang bang …
An ear-piercing sound of metal cutting came from afar.
Every swing of the one-and-a-half-meter-long metal chainsaw would leave many sparks on the Tier 2 Drakonid's metal armor and tough draconic scales, and every time the madly whirling metal drill rose and fell, it would drill huge, bloody holes on the Drakonid's body.
Although the Drakonids were extremely strong and had some of the elemental attributes of the Dragon Lords, they were still a little weak against a Magic Machine Warrior armed to the teeth. No matter how strong the Drakonids were, they were still afraid of a kitchen knife. No matter how strong the Drakonids were, their equipment was worlds apart from the Goblin Ripper.
Hence, the dozen or so Grade 2 Drakonids were blocked by the Goblin Ripper at the edge of the sea of fire. Every time the Drakonids pounced, they would be accompanied by large amounts of blood and flying limbs.
The Goblin Ripper, which had just been repaired, was once again put to the test of battle.
At almost every moment, there would be multiple heavy attacks landing on its sturdy metallic body. Every time the dragonman's heavy warhammer fell, sparks would fly out from the goblin Ripper's body. Inside, Tigole was shaken so badly that he felt dizzy and his ears couldn't hear anything else.
Seeing that the situation was dire, Grim did not hesitate to change the direction of his cannon fire. Wild Flame Storm, Meteor Shower, and the terrifying Volcano of Doomsday rained down on the Grade 2 Drakonids surrounding Tigole like a sea of lava.
Fire-type Mages truly lived up to their reputation as cannon fodder on the battlefield.
Grim's unbridled attack immediately quelled the arrogance of the Drakonids.
The dragonmen screamed miserably as they were burned. They dashed left and right in the sea of fire and could no longer gather into a group.
However, no matter how tight Grim's defense was, it could not stop the frightening number of Drakonids. Just now, a group of Draconians had fallen after unleashing all their firepower, and before they could even catch their breath, another group of Draconians rushed through the sea of fire, roaring as they charged at Grimm and the others.
The Goblin Ripper was gradually pushed to the side by the Drakonid Warriors, and a large number of Drakonids brandished their war hammers and axes as they charged at Grim and Balrog. Left with no choice, Grim and Balrog could only use fireballs in their left hands and greatswords in their right to engage in melee combat.
The entire battlefield instantly became chaotic and disorderly!
Grim and the others knew what was going on.
The Tier 3 Thunder Dragon Armes had the advantage of Dragon's Might against the Drakonid leader, and he also had the advantage in terms of size and strength. Victory was only a matter of time.
Hence, Grim could only do his best to stall the Drakonids and wait for the Thunder Dragon to return and reinforce them.
After all, there were only four Tier 2 Drakonids on Grim's side, while the Drakonids had at least twenty to thirty.
In the sky above the cliff, Mary was shrouded in a bloody mist, weaving through the air at lightning speed. Every time she pounced, a Wind Elf let out a mournful wail before it died.
Mary slaughtered more than thirty Wind Elves in a single breath, and the remaining Wind Elves could no longer endure the fear in their hearts. They cried out and fled.
Mary did not chase after them. She flapped her wings high in the sky, looking down at the chaotic and bloody battlefield below. When she saw Grim swinging his giant flaming greatsword and clumsily fighting against three Drakonids, she immediately dove down without hesitation.
The Dragonoid Warrior that she had locked onto lifted his head, his two large and two small amber pupils staring unblinkingly at the red figure that was charging down from above. With a loud roar, the Dragonoid Warrior swung his greataxe at the Dragonoid Warrior, who was surrounded by transparent green wind blades.
A dull thud resounded.
The Drakonid Warrior and Mary were sent flying at the same time.
Mary's bat-winged body immediately spurted out a dark red arrow of blood, while the Drakonid Warrior's throat was gouged with two terrifying bloody holes.
The Drakonid Warrior staggered two steps back, but he relied on his powerful physique and powerful regenerative abilities to regain his footing.
Exchanging injuries for injuries … Hmph, how could that skinny woman be a match for me?
Unfortunately, before this thought could be completed in its dragon-shaped head, the blood-colored figure that was thrown away actually drew a strange arc and swooped down again.
Damn it, when I chopped her with my axe just now, she should have fallen to the ground with serious injuries …
Without much time to think, the heavily injured Drakonid Warrior swung his axe again, and the two figures of different sizes were sent flying again.
This time, the Dragonoid Warrior could no longer support his body. His two thick front legs gave way and he fell to his knees. He threw his axe to the side and used his hands to cover the gaping hole in his throat, which was overflowing with blood. Unfortunately, no matter how hard it tried, the red blood flowed out from the gaps of its fingers like a stream, quickly gathering into a small lake in front of it.
The Drakonid warrior struggled to lift his head, his amber-like vertical pupils once again reflecting a slender figure that was rapidly approaching.
Was she still human? She was a terrifying monster that could not be killed …
As the crimson figure swept past its side, a huge head tumbled into the sky.
Sensing the blood energy absorbed from the Drakonid's body, Mary quickly mended the damage on her body while flapping her bat wings, darting through the chaotic battlefield. Her bloody hands were like razor-sharp daggers, quickly slicing through the throats, eyes, ears, armpits, and crotch of the Drakonids.
Each Drakonid Warrior that Mary attacked would not be able to hold back a muffled grunt. Their sweeping, slashing, and grabbing attacks all landed in the air.
Mary was like a bloody specter, darting left and right among the Drakonids, evading attacks one after another. She kept attacking the vulnerable spots of the Drakonids with her scarlet hands that were imbued with bloody energy.
With Mary's fragile body and the Drakonid's imposing divine strength, she was like a glass figure that nimbly weaved through a herd of frenzied bulls. Any graze from the Drakonids would leave them with broken bones and torn tendons. All Mary could do was push her extreme agility to the limit, darting between giant axes and war hammers at a terrifying speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, preventing the Drakonids from touching her.
"Grim, how long do we have to hold out … What are those witches doing? Why aren't they attacking … "
Mary roared at Grim as she slaughtered the Drakonids in a frenzy.
However, before Grim had a chance to reply, a deafening dragon roar came from the depths of the palace.
"Witches … You're all Grade 4 witches …"
Immediately after, the majestic palace behind Grim and the others shook violently and collapsed with a loud rumble. A huge dragon with a tail over 50 meters long soared into the sky, flapping its wings as it roared wildly.
Damn it, the witches wouldn't let the dragon escape, would they?
Grim's heart tightened. He looked up and was shocked to see a strange chain of light trailing behind the Grade 4 Drakonid. One end of the chain was deeply embedded in the dragon's body, while the other end was firmly grasped in the hands of the Witch of Death, Cthuna.
With the existence of the chain of light, no matter how the Blue Sky Wing flew in the sky, it could not fling Cthuna off its body.
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