Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 546: The Art of War (Happy Children's Day!)
At this moment, if one looked down from high above, one could see countless Imperial Guard soldiers pouring into the crimson ruins of the city.

The magic tank rolled over the shattered buildings with unstoppable force, the magic runes on its main cannons indicating that it could fire powerful shells at any moment.

Two heavy machine guns swept across the area, their bullets like the scythe of death, reaping a swathe of enemies.

Meanwhile, infantry combat squads surrounded the tanks, using the steel monsters as cover, and quickly cleared out the enemy.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly, without encountering any obstacles. After the bombardment, the remaining vampires were as vulnerable as ants.

However, the situation can change in an instant.

When the first underground cavern was opened and the vampires poured out, it was like opening Pandora's box, with countless dark races and vampires tainted by the blood plague swarming out.

It's hard to describe exactly how many there are.

What you can see is a dense mass, countless in number.

Their presence was also quite unique; such hidden troop tunnels were set up in all four corners and eight directions of the city, and even in most of the key locations within the city.

Therefore, at the same time, from all directions, it was as if a raging flood was coming, overwhelming and covering the sky, as if to completely submerge the Imperial Guards.

Furthermore, due to the large number of dark races, the dense aura of evil mixed with an unimaginable stench filled the air.
In the sky, the blood moon shone brightly, seemingly obscuring the sunlight, and a thin, blood-red mist enveloped the area, driving all the dark races into a frenzy.

In that hidden location in the void, in the shadow plane, three legends stood proudly, quietly watching everything that was happening before them.

The aged vampire, Grand Duke Bruch, suddenly turned his head and stared at Grand Duke Torido beside him, saying with some surprise, "Alessandro, you're really playing a big game here!!"
Keeping livestock and people was already taboo; now, to deal with them, they've even brought out the blood plague.

"Even if you win this battle, so what? If word gets out, the Church of the Sun will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

"Being hunted down is better than losing this half-plane, right?"

Grand Duke Toledo's gloomy face grew even darker, and the smile on his lips was devoid of any warmth: "If we can't get through this, what future is there?"

"The Church of the Sun God is terrifying, but right now all I want is to kill that bastard and the vampire traitor."

As he said this, he suddenly turned around, his eagle-like gaze fixed on the two legends before him, and said, "I have agreed to your requests."

"Well then, I won't ask you to fight to the death, but if you can't even hold off a single legend, don't blame me for turning hostile."

The aged vampire immediately spoke up: "In that case, leave Lucy to me!"

The progenitor of werewolves glanced at him disdainfully and said, "I'll take care of that vegetarian vampire, Edward Cullen, for you."

“Very good, very good! I will personally kill that illegitimate child.”

A mocking glint flashed in Grand Duke Toledo's eyes as he looked down at the ruins of Crimson City and uttered a sharp comment: "Everyone says the human legions are incredibly powerful?"

"But in my opinion, it's nothing more than relying on the advantages of machinery!"

"Everyone says that illegitimate child is extraordinary, like an ancient hero reborn, but I only used a little trick to put them in a desperate situation."

"A bunch of worthless chickens and dogs, utterly vulnerable!"

At this moment, the Grand Duke of Toledo looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with smugness. Although the consequences would be dire, he was truly pleased with his plan.

Then, just as he was making his arrogant remarks, someone tugged at his sleeve. He looked down and saw the Dark Werewolf Progenitor looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"what happened?"

"Hey, why don't you take a look at the battlefield? Something seems off."

"What's wrong with that! The Imperial Guard only has 20,000 men. Surrounded by more than ten times their number, how could they possibly turn the tide?"

"But, but, I can't describe it. Why don't you see it for yourself?"

"What's so interesting about it!"

"What I mean is, the situation isn't as optimistic as you think!"

"what?"

At that moment, the Grand Duke of Toledo finally realized something was wrong, as gunfire and artillery fire ten times more intense than before rang in his ears.

He suddenly looked down, his pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

In his eyes, the Imperial Guard launched a counterattack, with gunfire and artillery fire intertwining and seemingly filling the entire world.

This is exactly what should have been done!
In his plan, defeating these mortal armies would also rely on a force more than ten times larger to encircle and annihilate them.

Deplete their ammunition, seize the gaps and blind spots in their attacks, then pounce with claws, teeth, magic, and blood magic...

Compared to the formidable attack power of magical weapons, mortal soldiers are always weak; as long as they are within attack range, a light touch is enough to kill them.

When enemies are everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground, how will you defend yourself?

However, at this moment, he suddenly realized...

The hail of bullets seemed impenetrable, so thick that not even a bat could escape.

He saw a tactical squad, relying on magic tanks, with a strong heavy machine gunner standing at the front, responsible for providing firepower.

The six-barreled Gatling gun spewed out tongues of fire, and the fan-shaped pattern of bullets wiped out a large number of people.

He had an assistant beside him, who was responsible for changing the ammunition and checking it.

The dimensional bag contains two heavy machine guns, ensuring that the attack will not be interrupted for more than three intervals.

Next to the machine gunner were three assault soldiers, who were responsible for dealing with the small fry from three directions, using semi-automatic rifles to fire precise shots.

Amidst the 'rat-a-tat-tat' of gunfire, any enemy who broke through the five-meter radius would be shot in the head or have several holes punched in their body.

Even with the vitality of the Dark Race, they were beyond dead.

Two other assault soldiers were half-crouched on the ground, responsible for checking for any gaps or filling in for other assault soldiers while they were reloading.

As for the last sniper, he was positioned in the center, protected by everyone.

He didn't fire many shots, but every time a shot was fired, some exceptionally powerful members of the dark race perished on the spot.

The rhythmic gunfire was as terrifying as a death knell.

Most importantly, this kind of tactical squad is not just one or two, but all of them are performing in this way.

With just three such teams, the tanks can be protected on the left, right, and rear.

As for what lies ahead?

There were almost no ones who dared to stand in front of the tank's main gun!
Its only drawback is that it's a bit slow at aiming, making it difficult to hit fast-moving Dark Races accurately.

However, at this moment, the gunners seemed to have unlocked the ability to predict, and every time they fired, they were able to lock onto the trajectory of the dark race as they tried to evade.

At this moment, it even looked as if the Dark Clan had deliberately run into it, and their deaths were quite gruesome.

Every now and then, tanks would raise their main guns, aim at the sky, and fire.

Even a third-tier powerhouse of the Dark Race couldn't withstand such a sudden attack.

As for the two heavy machine guns, they fired incessantly, and under the rapid barrage of bullets, the enemy was cut in half like grass.

Some tanks charged forward, even managing to hold their positions and begin firing at the burrows. With each roar of shells, as many Dark Race members emerged, they were killed. Every now and then, a tracer round would explode in mid-air, the dense dark power being scorched into large cavities by the cleansing holy light.

That’s not all!
Grand Duke Toledo also witnessed many excellent teamworks between squads.

A powerful dark werewolf, braving the defensive force field, finally broke through the blockade and leaped down.

While it was still in mid-air, another tank fired a shell, piercing through the chaotic battlefield and hitting it precisely, blasting the dark werewolf into pieces with limbs and flesh falling like rain.

In the sky, a powerful vampire count transformed into a shadow and lunged forward, attaching himself to a fighter jet as soon as he revealed his form.

The claws rose, and the blood-red light transformed into a blade, ready to sever it in one fell swoop.

But at that very moment, the fighter jet suddenly swerved to the side, exposing the vampire marquis.
On the ground, a heavy machine gunner raised his six-barreled Gatling gun with perfect coordination.

Like the scythe of death sweeping across, it didn't damage the fighter jet in the slightest, but it interrupted the vampire marquis's attack.

Then, head-on, he was hit by a sniper's bullet.

The holy water bomb exploded in front of his chest, and even a powerful vampire count, protected by a magical shield, was sent flying by the impact.

In the sky, a griffin swooped down, bullets biting him tightly, as if they could predict all his escape routes, leaving him with no way to avoid them.

In the end, they could only transform into countless bats in terror, trying to escape, but were caught up by countless bullets and strangled, like a giant net tearing apart all enemies.

This scene left Grand Duke Toledo completely stunned!
Several words suddenly popped into his mind: precise, efficient, and seamless.

But how did they manage to do that?
"How did they do that?"

Grand Duke Bruch spoke his mind, even using a metaphor: "Even the most advanced living tower spirits seem unable to give such precise commands."
At the same time, there is too much information to process, and it's not just about processing, but also about streamlining, judging, synthesizing, and issuing instructions for these mortals to execute.

"But putting everything else aside, just getting these mortals to execute the orders flawlessly is incredibly difficult."

Then it's just ordinary people, not a powerful natural disaster, so there can be no mistakes.

"You're only right about one thing; there's another point you missed: how did he send out the command?"

At this moment, the progenitor of the Dark Werewolf spoke, but the next second, his eyes lit up: "[Lion King], the [Lion King] of the Raymond family, is said to be the most powerful holy skill for charging on the battlefield."

In retrospect, that assessment seems to have underestimated the situation!

"Is it possible that, not an underestimation, but that none of the Raymond family's ancestors could have done this?"

The aged vampire displayed his extensive knowledge: "It's not that I haven't seen members of the Raymond family before; at most, they lead knightly orders into battle."
They often have a keen eye for the weaknesses in the enemy's formation, then lead a group of knights to break through the enemy's lines, and then continue to find weaknesses in the formation and charge forward.

But to say that it could have come this far is absolutely impossible!

"Therefore, the Lion King must have cultivated himself to an unprecedented level, and coupled with his brain that can process information quickly, he was able to do all of this."

As he said this, he turned to look at Grand Duke Toledo and said, "So, you think that bastard foolishly stepped into the trap?"

But isn't this also a sign that he was full of confidence, took the initiative to enter the fray, and then directly broke the deadlock?

While they were talking, the battlefield changed again.

Originally, although the Imperial Guards' firepower was fierce, the overall situation was one of stalemate.

Many dark races emerged, and they slaughtered without ceasing.

The balance between the number of entries and the number of kills is reflected in the stalemate.

The Imperial Guards had formidable firepower, but there was a real sense that there were too many enemies, and they were about to be overwhelmed.

But the artillery positions outside the city opened fire again.

This time it wasn't a full-scale artillery barrage, nor was there a gradual barrage of bullets. There were still soldiers from the Flower Territory inside the city. If it were a relentless bombardment, it would be a massacre indiscriminately killing friend and foe.

Luo Yi would never issue such an order.

Therefore, this time, it was the artillerymen in better positions who took on the mission. After loading the shells, they had to carefully calibrate them for a moment before firing.

This firing speed was naturally much slower, but they precisely avoided the positions of the magic tanks and infantry.
Moreover, each explosion and shrapnel barrage can cause considerable damage.

When field artillery opened fire from all directions, the killing was even faster than the fighting inside the city.

Every now and then, the griffin riders in the sky would receive orders to take out bombs from their dimensional bags and drop them precisely, taking the lives of countless enemies.

Of course, the dark race was not sitting idly by either. Many vampires and dark werewolves led the charge, attempting to storm the artillery positions.

However, the defensive fortifications built by the Imperial Guard were not fake; the heavy machine guns formed a crossfire network, and the dense bullets harvested the enemy at an extremely fast speed.

Meanwhile, the artillerymen who weren't on missions also had something to do. They didn't even need to worry about their own troops; they could just bomb places with lots of people.

Almost visibly, the stalemate was broken, and the scales of victory began to tip in favor of the Imperial Guard.

Many of the hidden bunkers were even covered by artillery fire; whoever poured out was killed by the bombs.

Too many artillery shells concentrated in one place could even cause the collapse of the hidden troop shelters.

This made the fourth-tier members of the Dark Clan unable to hold back any longer, and they all made their moves, with powerful auras rising from the sky and the earth.

However, the Flower Territory is not without its strong contenders.

One by one, fourth-tier Heavenly Calamity experts ascended into the sky, either engaging in one-on-one battles or fighting two opponents at once.

The most arrogant of them all is Silas, the King of Fury. With his triple berserk state activated, he dared to fight three opponents at once.

Oliveira was the one who killed the most, without even stepping onto the battlefield, but instead aiming and killing from the rear with his 'electromagnetic catapult'.

With the aid of Deep Blue, the golden spear, crackling with lightning, shot out with incredible speed and unbelievable accuracy.

Of course, the main reason why Luo Yi intervened was that there were relatively few powerful beings with natural disasters on the human side.

The Dark Race has a long lifespan, and the Blood Moon Forest is relatively peaceful. Over time, a number of formidable Dark Calamity warriors have been accumulated.

At this point, they were all thrown onto the battlefield.

This greatly increased the pressure on the Flower Territory side, but under Roy's precise command, the griffin riders, fighter jets, and even the magic tanks and snipers below...

They can intervene in the battlefield at any time, making it impossible for those powerful dark forces to defend against them, and sometimes they die unjustly.

At this moment, inside the command center, fine beads of sweat appeared on Luo Yi's forehead, but she couldn't stop smiling no matter what.

Because he finally found the correct way to use the [Lion King] title!

This sacred skill, combined with the ultimate synergy of Deep Blue, even elevated Roy's war command ability to the level of 'art'.

If I had to describe it, it would be the astonishing combat power unleashed by the computing and analytical capabilities of a supercomputer, coupled with a synchronous command transmission system.

At this moment, Roy even felt that if he were given an elite magic-powered army and ample logistical supplies,

He even dared to venture into the first level of the abyss, to the bloody battlefield of the Myriad Abyss Plains, and have a go at it.

He also wanted to tell those demons, devils, and even the legions of angels what modern warfare is all about.

Of course, at this moment, the three dark legends could no longer hold back.

P.S.: I must say, this part was particularly difficult to write!
(End of this chapter)