Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 375 Flesh and blood

The huge monster that broke through the ice and sank into the river struggled desperately, stirring the originally calm river surface into a boiling pot of porridge.

It took a long time before it stumbled up the riverbank, allowing the soldiers standing on the wall of the outpost fort to see its true appearance.

Compared to the ordinary camel-sized monsters ridden by the demon soldiers, this guy has no idea what he ate to grow so big. His huge head is comparable to the front of a war vehicle, and the two fangs sticking out of his mouth are thicker than an ordinary person's thighs. His limbs are comparable to the load-bearing stone piers of a house. Every step he takes while running creates a deep footprint on the ground, accompanied by flying snow mist.

It just stood on the riverbank, and it looked as if its height was nearly half of the outpost fortress wall. It was estimated to be at least seven or eight meters high. If it crashed directly into the wall, I wonder if this cement and steel fortress could hold up.

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is this!" Many newly enlisted soldiers had never fought against demons before, so they naturally could not recognize this enlarged version of the monster and screamed in surprise.

"I'm afraid this is the monster that the local wastelanders often talk about, living deep in the ice!"

"Look! There are more in the dense forest on the other side of the river! Not just this one!"

Wayne swallowed and felt his throat a little dry. He also saw the figures of giant beasts appearing one after another in the woods on the opposite bank, about two or three of them.

"Shut up, everyone! Keep preparing for battle!"

There is no doubt that even the continuous magic gun is of limited effect in the face of such a giant monster. Magical creatures and bloodline warriors like them have the same terrible talent - that is, innate magic resistance.

If it was just an ordinary magical beast tamed by the demons, it would be fine. After all, its small size makes it difficult for it to completely resist the penetrating damage of the magic gun. If it is hit in the head and vital internal organs, it will die instantly.

But this hill-sized creature in front of him was different. The hard and thick bone armor covering its head and chest looked like it could not be penetrated by magic bullets, unless the same fatal part was attacked continuously and accurately.

Wayne subconsciously turned his head and looked at the position of the city defense artillery, and found that two huge gun barrels reflecting metallic luster had begun to rotate slowly. The artillerymen responsible for adjusting the shooting direction and angle were desperately turning the cannon's winch, aiming the muzzle at the giant beast that was slowly attacking the fortress.

There was a blinding flash of fire, followed by a deafening roar, as if it exploded directly in the soldiers' heads. Many people who were close to the cannon were stunned for a second before covering their ears with painful expressions, but it was actually too late.

Wayne ignored his buzzing ears and immediately looked towards the riverbank, his heart sinking.

The shell landed more than ten meters away from the first monster that came ashore. The violent explosion in the snow did not affect the target at all, but only frightened it slightly, causing it to speed up its rush towards the fortress.

The behemoth did not come straight towards the fortress, facing the muzzle of the city defense cannon. The defensive trenches on the river beach and slopes that were originally built to block the evil orcs became obstacles at this time, forcing the behemoth to move erratically on the river beach and slopes to avoid obstacles.

The city defense artillery kept trying to adjust the direction of the muzzle and the shooting angle, but was unable to estimate the lead time for the shot. After all, the shell they had just missed was a lesson, and the fixed shrapnel shells had not yet been mass-produced, and the outposts had only been allocated dozens of them for use in actual combat exercises.

But if it is allowed to get any closer, it will form an insurmountable blind spot with the city defense artillery. After all, a cannon directly fixed on the wall with a base cannot shoot downward at a small angle. Once the behemoth gets close to the city wall... In order to protect the fortress and the ordinary soldiers stationed inside, it may be up to Wayne and his group of bloodline warriors to go down and fight for their lives.

The second shell was fired with a deafening roar, this time with much greater precision. It exploded less than three meters from the monster's forelimbs, causing the massive creature to stumble and fall to its knees. Perhaps due to its immense size and weight, the beast struggled for a long time after falling, unable to regain its feet. This gave the artillery crew a keen eye for the perfect opportunity to fire—at this point, the target was no different from a fixed target.

Then, the third shelling...

After only a few breaths, the fourth cannon roared...

"How... so fast?" Wayne couldn't help but turn his head to look at the two city defense cannons not far away, and found that there was still smoke rising from the muzzles, and the rich and pungent smell of dragon flame powder spread throughout the entire wall.

I saw that each of the two city defense cannons had a crew of four artillerymen, who were busy in an orderly manner behind the thick gun barrels, mechanically repeating the prescribed actions of opening the bottom ammunition compartment, stuffing in the shells, unscrewing the safety, and firing the shells.

Fortunately, the third and fourth shots finally hit the giant beast that was struggling and unable to get up.

The shell was fired at such a fast speed that Wayne didn't see clearly how the shell hit the monster. He just saw a huge blood mist burst out from the side of its body, and the shattered bones and flesh splashed out, shooting out like a fountain into the snow several meters away.

The giant beast's body trembled violently, and its originally bulging abdomen shrank instantly. The solid bone armor on the surface of its skin cracked like fragile ice crystals, and then more blood and yellow and white internal organs were squeezed out from the hole.

The dying beast seemed to want to let out a last unwilling howl, but just as it opened its bloody mouth, it gurgled out a large pool of internal organs, and then fell straight to the ground and died.

Wayne and others then discovered that the two subsequent shells hit different places - the third shell opened a big hole in the opponent's hard breastplate, while the hole on the waist was caused by the fourth shell.

The only thing that is certain is that these two horrific bombardments successfully delivered the shells into the monster's body, causing fatal explosion damage inside, directly killing this behemoth from the depths of the ice field.

With the reference of successfully killing the first giant beast, the two or three that followed across the river could hardly survive such a powerful artillery attack. Although the accuracy of the hits was still a little worrying, fortunately, the firing frequency of the city defense artillery was dense and fast enough. After more than a dozen shells were fired continuously, they were finally killed on the river bank and slope.

As for the small groups of monsters that seemed to have followed the giant beast, dealing with them was even simpler. A few rounds of volleys of magic gun fire could quickly clear them out.

The soldiers on the fortress wall could no longer contain their excitement and vented their previous fear and worry into cheers and roars.

For a moment, cheers louder than the artillery fire broke out on the walls and in the camp.

"Ah! We successfully killed these big guys!"

"Long live the Lord! Long live the Northern Army! Long live the artillery battalion!"

(End of this chapter)