Not to mention the ignorant natives of Lance, even the experienced dragons had never seen such a horrifying and bloody scene before.
The Magic Machine Legion's ferocious volley created a 'beautiful' ring of fire around the perimeter of the battle circle.
Amidst the flames, countless pieces of flesh, dust, and gravel flew everywhere like bullets, with innumerable severed limbs and bodies among them.
With just this attack, the charging natives of the plane had lost close to ten thousand people, and there were even more who were heavily injured.
However, what made the Dragon Lords even more dumbfounded was that when the ring of fire cut the natives in half, rows of metal magic machines rushed out from the Magi's defensive line, sweeping away the natives inside the ring of fire like a gale sweeping away fallen leaves.
So what if they had thick skin and tenacious vitality like trolls and ogres? Under the concentrated rain of energy rays, they were instantly turned into sieves. Just as they struggled to pounce on the magic machine archers, their raised arms spat out a terrifyingly hot stream of flames that was close to ten meters long.
There were energy rays at a distance, and there were flamethrowers at a close distance. On top of that, there were indestructible iron bodies. The natives of Lance who had prided themselves on being strong finally fell helplessly against the magic machine army that was charging at them in unison.
If even the powerful trolls and ogres ended up like this, the skinny gnolls, green devils, and kobolds were even more vulnerable. Their wooden and stone clubs, sharpened wooden javelins, and rocks used as throwing weapons were nothing in front of the magic machines that were armed to the teeth.
Wooden clubs were swung, broken …
Javelins were thrown, broken …
Rocks were thrown, leaving white spots on the golden bodies of the natives …
Soon, the natives who had nothing could only rely on their strong bodies and fearless bravery to fight. Unfortunately, bravery could not stop the energy rays, and their tough skin could not withstand the high temperature of the flames. Thus, on the battlefield, the natives were in a dilemma.
If they charged forward, their weapons were inferior, and their defenses were inferior, they could only suffer the fate of being trampled …
If he retreated, there would be a sea of fire behind him, and the tall Magic Machines were still closing in …
For a time, the inside of the ring of fire was filled with shrill howls and roars of pain. Tall figures fell to the ground one after another under the concentrated rays of light, and even more people were still fighting.
Behind the rows of Magic Machines, the silhouettes of human Wizards could be vaguely seen.
They never stepped into the dangerous frontlines of the battle. Instead, they patrolled the battlefield leisurely under the protection of layers of Magical Machinery. Whenever they saw a tough creature like the Hairy Rhinoceros charging left and right, knocking over a few magic machines, the wizards would sneer and approach it.
Sorcery Scrolls, Instant Magic Wands, and spells of different colors were thrown at them. The big guys who were charging forward just a moment ago immediately felt their legs go soft, and they were surrounded by many Magic Machines.
No one knew how long the war would last, so most wizards prepared a large number of witchcraft items to replace their own spells. In such a grand and cruel battlefield, it was best to preserve one's own strength as much as possible, using wizard beasts and puppets to wear down the enemy's strength. This was the way wizards were best at fighting!
While the battle within the ring of fire was intense, the dense mass of natives outside the ring of fire were so frightened by the flames that they could not move forward.
They did not have the extraordinary magic resistance of the giant dragons or Draconians, and could not easily pass through the sea of fire without a scratch. There were even a few unlucky fellows who were pushed by their 'companions' that kept surging in from behind, and they 'rushed' into the sea of fire with faces full of fear, before turning into terrifying Flaming Men that howled mournfully.
In that moment, the attacks of the natives actually stopped!
Damn it, damn it, damn it …
The giant dragons flying high in the blue sky cursed in a low voice, using earth-shattering roars to issue orders to the Draconians that were mixed in with the natives.
Tall and strong Draconians lined up from the crowd, grabbing short and skinny natives and throwing them into the sea of fire. More than ten Draconians did the same, using the lives of the natives to force a path to the inside.
"Charge … All of you, charge in …"
As the Draconians bellowed in unison, the burly natives followed suit, grabbing their skinny 'companions' and throwing them into the sea of fire. Under the suppression of their tumbling and blood, the sea of fire before them actually showed signs of weakening.
Seizing the chance, more natives swarmed in, enduring the pain of the flames as they waded through the sea of fire and rushed into the inner ring.
In the distance, the goblin chariots were still firing fireballs five times a minute, but no matter how violent the bombardment or the sea of fire was, it could not stop the charge of the natives.
Driven by the giant dragons and Draconians, more than two hundred thousand natives did not fear death or sacrifice, raising their spears and sticks high as they charged towards the metal magical equipment at the frontlines of the battlefield.
Hence, a close-range bloody slaughter unfolded!
Still, as the instigators of the war, neither Grim nor the giant dragons cared about the casualties on the battlefield.
Wherever their attacks were obstructed, they would roar a few times, urging them to hurry up. Wherever the line of defense showed signs of loosening, they would order for backup … Although they seemed to be very concerned about the battlefield, deep in their hearts, they were nothing more than pawns that could be sacrificed at any time.
As long as their sacrifice was worthwhile and could offset the other side's bargaining chips, the higher-ups of both sides would not care about who lived or died!
On such a large battlefield, Grimm had already released his Plague Poison Spirit and cast a Toxic Aura around the Magic Machine Legion. However, in such a tragic battlefield where life and death could be decided at every turn, a little more or a little less poison would not have any obvious effect.
Still, many a little makes a mickle, and every native on the battlefield who died to poison would quickly decay and explode into balls of yellow-green poisonous fog, spreading it to even more enemies. A portion of their dead souls also transformed into a faint white light and gathered on the Plague Poison Spirit's body, causing its soul aura to grow stronger and stronger.
After following Grim for so long, the Plague Poison Spirit, which had fused with Grim's soul, had never truly eaten its fill. Grim had already become a Grade 3 Magus, but the Plague Poison Spirit was still a Grade 2 Advanced Magus. It was simply a disgrace to the name of Soul Equipment.
Today, on this bloody battlefield, Grim had finally given the Plague Poison Spirit the right to slaughter to its heart's content.
Also active on the battlefield were the Insect Lich Bliss and a group of Crimson Magi.
The Insect Lich Bliss' evolution method meant that it was not suited for battles between powerhouses. Instead, it was more suited for a chaotic battlefield like this.
Groups of black beetles flapped their elytra wings, one large and one small, converging into a black torrent that charged left and right on the battlefield, continuously devouring and tearing apart the natives of the Lance Plane. As for the five Void Marauders and the eleven Demonized Mantises, they turned into a whirlwind that swept through the battlefield.
On the smoky and chaotic battlefield, the natives who were bravely charging forward suddenly had their heads shot up into the sky, blood spurting out of their necks like a fountain.
To the natives of the planes, Void Raiders who could use the planes to conceal themselves were like invisible demons. The natives could not even figure out the Void Raiders' location, and their lives were harvested one after another.
As for the demonic mantises that only had the ability to conceal themselves with vegetation, they could only appear and disappear on the battlefield, relying on their extreme flying speed to rampage, killing one enemy after another in a frenzy.
They purposely avoided the thick-skinned natives and focused on the weaker ones. That was why they could sweep through the battlefield and could not find any opponents.
Medusa and Charon the Manticore also stepped onto the battlefield with their subordinates, intercepting the fish that slipped through the net behind the metal Magic Machinery. Whether it was Medusa's Snake Hair Arrows or Charon's low altitude dives, they were enough to kill the natives without a sturdy stomach armor.
Once in a while, when they encountered a powerful fellow, Medusa would not hesitate to use her origin power to cast Petrifying Gaze at close range, and the other party would stretch out their necks to be slaughtered.
As the Crimson Family expanded and grew stronger day by day, the two of them had fewer and fewer opportunities to fight. That was why they cherished the opportunity in front of them even more, and fought with all their might.
Meanwhile, the Grade 2 Cloned Brain Gelu was perched on the back of the Golem Dragon that was like a huge metal platform, its body overflowing with thousands of energy chains that were as thin as swimming snakes. The Golem Dragon beneath it did not participate in the battle. Its body overflowed with energy chains that were similar to Gelu's, but there were more and more of them.
These energy chains swam and extended, occasionally linking to the Goblin Chariots below or the Goblin Airships in the air. Whenever the energy chain was successfully linked, abundant magical energy would flow along the milky white chain into the target magic machine's body.
It was because of Gelu and the Golem Dragon's continuous recharging that the hundreds of Goblin Chariots and thousands of metal magic machines could continuously kill and attack. Otherwise, such a high-intensity battle would have depleted the magical energy stored in their bodies.
Meryl sat in the command hall of the Patrol Mothership, acting as the highest commander of the entire battlefield. Meanwhile, the Grade 2 Magi of the Crimson Family, who specialized in combat and slaughter, stood on the flight deck of the Patrol Mothership, observing the dragons circling in the distance.
In front of them were Grimm, Mary, Alice, and the Elemental Magic Machine.
Grimm had inserted the Fire Clone into the Elemental Magic Machine to act as an alternative chip.
As for himself, he stood straight on the edge of the deck, coldly glancing at the Giant Dragon Lords that were hesitating to move forward.
A battle of attrition? To be honest, ever since the Crimson Family took control of the Goblin Plane, they had never suffered a loss in this aspect.
Once the cannon fodder was exhausted to a certain extent, the Giant Dragons would no longer be able to sit still and step onto the battlefield.
That would be the true start of today's battle!
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