Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 587: Blockade (Part )

A red light as thick as an arm slid past the edge of the pod, and the huge energy fluctuation almost caused the airship to lose balance. The intermediate mage in charge of driving the vehicle had to pull up the joystick again to quickly raise the altitude of the airship hovering in front of the sniper line.

The other three spellcasters quickly cranked the beam cannon's firing winch, decisively counterattacking the enemy hundreds of meters away.

There was a loud bang next to my ears, and another airship was unfortunately hit by the concentrated red light of the Winged Creatures. The split airbags were pierced through the head and tail, and it could not hold on and plummeted to the ground.

More and more high-level mages rushed out from their respective airships, trying their best to rescue their "crashed" comrades in the chaotic battle.

The restless fire elemental magic surging in his body made it difficult for Phil Holden to calm down. After emptying the magazine of his magic gun again, he finally couldn't help but crash out of the airship, turning into a stream of blazing flames... and rushed straight towards the enemies as dense as a swarm of bees.

I could hear Stormwalker's loud shouts, but I couldn't care less.

The flame emblem on the robe burst into a dazzling light, and the high-speed flying scream cut through the entire battlefield. The moment it approached the enemy group...Fell seemed to be in a trance and glimpsed a huge scarlet eye hidden behind the crystal visors on their heads.

bang——

After a thunderclap that was as loud as a sonic boom, there were continuous crackling sounds. Under the might of the eight-ring improved spell "Scorching Fire Attack", the battle group formed by hundreds of winged creatures was pierced directly by the fire mage alone, like a piece of soft butter.

The layer of scorching fire shield tightly attached to the Son of Fire's body made the enemies who collided head-on with him pay a tragic price with broken bones and tendons. Even the unlucky ones who were lightly brushed by him... had their entire bodies instantly ignited and turned into a pile of festering charred corpses that fell to the ground.

The flame seemed to ignite as soon as it was touched, and it could never be extinguished once it was slightly touched.

When Phil Holden broke through the enemy's air formation in one breath and arrived at the rear near the lake... his mood, which had just relaxed a little from the battle, immediately tensed up again.

The floating island in the water, which seemed to have been almost cut in half by the bombardment of magical cannons, suddenly had countless cracks and pores on its surface again, and more winged creatures poured out from it one after another.

A quick glance revealed that there were more than a thousand of them.

"Damn it! Isn't it said that a floating island fortress of this size can only support no more than 10,000 enemy combat units?" The Son of Flame cursed through gritted teeth, "How come there are so many Winged Beings?"

He heard several explosions from the ground behind him in the distance, and he subconsciously turned his head to look... and found that the soldiers in charge of the blocking line had detonated the remaining ammunition in the first forward trench, and were slowly retreating to the second preset defense line along the T-shaped trench dug in advance.

Oh no... There are also quite a few demon lizardmen on the ground. The fire suppression of those mortal soldiers cannot completely contain the enemy. It seems that the Hukou Col is showing signs of being undefendable.

A figure instantly flew to the side of the Fire Mage. It was Storm Walker who had just tried to stop him.

Feier curled his lips and sneered, "What? You finally can't stand it anymore and plan to come out and fight them in close combat?"

Stormwalker didn't respond, frowning as he said, "The reason our ground forces can't suppress the enemy's offensive is because we can't keep these disgusting flying insects captive, allowing them to seize the opportunity to cast beam lightning at the ground!"

Although extremely reluctant to admit it, the Son of Flame still sighed softly and pulled himself together, saying, "There's still a chance to salvage the situation. The remaining airships have already blocked the first wave of Winged Creatures in front of the front line. Gather all the high-ranking ones to join us. We... will be responsible for holding off the second wave of insects emerging from the floating island!"

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The machine gun crews opened fire almost without pause, the dense roar of gunfire echoing through the trenches. The swarming demon lizardmen fell one after another, like wheat being cut down in droves. However, the subsequent swarms of enemies seemed unfazed, continuing to advance slowly in extremely dense formations. Blackwater spears and red lightning bolts flew in from time to time, forcing the soldiers to stop firing and hide in the trenches in panic.

A red light slammed heavily on the edge of the trench, causing the bunker filled with soil and rubble to fly away. A large amount of mud and sand poured into the mouth of Benny, who had just raised his head and was about to shout out orders.

"Pah! Pah! Ugh—" Benny coughed violently, lowered his head and spat out a large mouthful of saliva on the ground. "Fire! Three salvos! Give the machine gun team time to reload!"

The soldiers who received the order stood up one after another, lay on the trenches and emptied their magazines while roaring, and directly mowed down dozens of enemies who broke away from the enemy line and rushed within 50 meters of the defense line.

"Too many! Captain! There are too many of them!" The new recruit shouted at Benny in a trembling voice while reloading his gun. "We only have one battalion. How can we hold this place?"

Snapped--

Benny raised his hand and slapped the recruit on the forehead, cursing, "Bullshit! Focus on shooting, aim at their heads and hit them hard! When the battle is over, if I find that you still have bullets left in your ammunition box, I will stuff them all back into your ass!"

As he spoke, a whooshing sound was heard behind him. It was the portable artillery located on the third line of defense that was showing its power.

A shell hit the enemy group squarely, twisting the tightly huddled lizardmen into a ball of scattered flesh and blood. In the chaos, Benny even saw a broken crystal mask flying straight and stuck in the mud less than 20 meters away from the trench.

Several more shells exploded, and more enemies were knocked to the ground. The air was filled with a strong stench of rust, which made the soldiers frown even though they were dozens of meters away.

The continuous artillery bombardment was accompanied by the sound of machine gun fire that resounded throughout the battlefield. The short distance of less than 50 meters seemed to have become an insurmountable dead line. The enemies squeezed at the mouth of the valley could not take even a single step forward.

Someone kicked a heavy ammunition box to Benny's feet, which just relieved his almost empty ammunition. He turned around and saw... Battalion Commander Newman, with blood all over his face, grinning at him.

"Commander! Are you injured?"

"One unlucky soldier got his head grazed by a broken spear fragment, and blood splattered all over my face!" Newman said without further ado, giving a deep command, "Keep shooting! Their attack has clearly slowed down!"

"Yes! Sir!" Benny turned his head, gripped his weapon tightly and was about to continue fighting when several bright rays of light suddenly appeared in the sky above his head.

When he subconsciously looked up and saw clearly, he felt his breathing stop.

"The Winged Ones are attacking!" He used up almost all his strength to roar to warn the surrounding soldiers, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get back into the trenches!"

The expected explosion did not occur, but instead there was chaos and wailing behind him.

"Oh no! It's an artillery position!" A soldier turned his head and immediately exclaimed.

Benny came to his senses instantly and found that most of the portable artillery had indeed misfired, and the enemies in front were accelerating forward again!
"Retreat! Abandon the first line of defense, everyone retreat! Protect the artillery crew!" The battalion commander's order quickly reached his ears.

(End of this chapter)