Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 588: Blockade (Part )

Benny, who had retreated to the second line of defense, subconsciously turned his head back, his heart sinking suddenly - the artillery position set up behind the defense line was in a mess, the Winged One's cluster lightning bombarded here with almost locked-on precision, and the ground was full of holes left by the explosion.

In the area that suffered the most damage, lightning struck an ammunition box and caused a chain reaction, which broke two thick trees on one side of the position in half. The smoke and dust from the flames filled the air. Many people fell to the ground and lay motionless. The screams and groans of the wounded could be vaguely heard.

"Don't stop shooting! Return to your positions! Don't let them get close to the trenches!"

Battalion Commander Newman's hoarse roar rang out again. Benny gritted his teeth and forced himself not to worry about the injured comrades in the rear. He gathered his team again and opened fire at the slowly approaching enemy again.

Several entangled figures fell from the sky, breaking through the dense treetops and crashing diagonally into the front of the trench. Looking closely, it turned out to be a battle mage and three winged creatures who were tightly strangling him. The process of falling from a high altitude caused the enemy under the caster to break bones and tendons. Benny seized the opportunity of the air raid and shot a cold shot at the target whose arms were strangling the mage's neck, silently opening the opponent's skull.

The battle mage kicked away the enemy who had long since died, stood up in a mess, raised his hand and gave a thumbs up to the soldier lying in the trench, but Benny saw the other person's face clearly... The skin exposed outside the robe was as hard and uneven as rock, making him look as terrifying as a cold stone sculpture. There were even spider-web-like cracks on his neck and shoulders. It seemed that he had suffered a lot from the fall just now.

He’s a local mage… Benny recalled what he had learned in the officer cultural class and muttered to himself.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour. The lizardmen obviously realized that the biggest threat to them was the long-range attack weapons that continued to fly from the distant sky. No matter how huge the floating island was or how strong its outer shell defense was, it could not withstand this completely endless bombardment.

The sight of these soldiers who were stubbornly defending the Hukou Pass made them even more certain that the terrifying long-range weapons were hidden behind them. As long as they gathered all their strength to break through the defense line, they could stop the human long-range offensive... and by destroying the powerful weapons they relied on, they could completely break down their will to fight.

As a result, many Winged Creatures gave up fighting in the air and rushed straight towards the blocking line hidden in the dense forest, intending to use the air advantage and cooperate with their companions on the ground to directly break through the defense line.

Naturally, their first targets of attack were the artillerymen operating the strange thick iron pipes behind the ordinary soldiers... Once this thing was launched and fell into their own camp, it would immediately cause a violent explosion, causing a large number of casualties among their own people.

A winged creature had just landed on the ground, and it raised its hand to instantly condense a crystal shield, directly knocking away a bullet shot from the side. The attacker was an ordinary human soldier... These guys wielding iron pipe weapons frightened them more than spellcasters, and they would deliver a fatal blow as long as they found the opportunity.

So it raised its shield in one hand, and with the other hand, it condensed a red lightning bolt that was ready to strike, and then it raised its hand and struck it.

A thick metal armor plate suddenly flew over at an angle, right in front of the desperate soldier. The red light struck the armor plate, shattering it into pieces... but its own momentum was also reduced, giving the target enough space to roll and dodge.

Before the Winged Living One could react, a flash of cold light accompanied by a strong sound of breaking wind suddenly pierced its ribs... It quickly condensed the black water in its palm, reached down and grabbed the opponent's weapon, twisted its waist and turned around to return a red light, but turned around to see a black gun muzzle pointed at itself.

Bang!
The Winged Creature, whose head was completely shattered, stiffened his body and fell heavily to the ground.

The wolf head raised the barrel of his gun and blew a breath, then smiled at the battle mage who had just finished preparing to cast a spell in the back and said, "Mr. Mage, please stop chanting. I have already dealt with the enemy."

The spellcaster awkwardly gathered his magic power and stepped forward, questioning, "This isn't a revolver, nor is it a regular mana gun... This is a weapon custom-made by His Majesty for his bloodline followers?" "Hey, you really know your stuff... This is a bolter, triple the power, triple the caliber... Of course, the price is triple the weight. Ordinary soldiers wouldn't be able to carry it. It's no exaggeration to say His Majesty crafted it just for us."

The battle mage nodded, a hint of envy on his face, then turned his head to look up at the sky, frowning, "The decoy plan has lost its effectiveness. They've begun to notice the presence of the gunboats in the rear and are planning to gather their forces to break through our defenses."

Wolf Head observed intently for a moment and said in a deep voice, "It's alright. We've bought the gunboats nearly an hour of bombing time. The part of Floating Island No. 3 that was exposed above the water has been almost completely flattened. The results are exactly as expected..."

As for those guys who were chased out from the floating island and had their nests destroyed on the way... let the Northern Army have a fair positional battle with them.

……

Phil Holden's left eye glowed dark golden, and with both hands he controlled a giant flaming python that was dozens of meters long. This magical creature, formed purely by the magic power of the fire element, seemed to come alive at this moment, surrounding dozens of Winged Creatures and blocking them in mid-air.

The enemies surrounded by the fire pythons did not give up resistance. From time to time, several red lights shot out from the flame curtain and attacked the direction where the Son of Fire was standing in the air... Most of them were avoided by his distraction, and a few red lights hit his body directly.

The high-ring flame shield combined with the demonically transformed flesh and blood body allowed him to continuously withstand several frontal bombardments. Although the shaky shield seemed to be about to break at the next moment, the Storm Walker fighting alongside him could always suddenly deliver a precise and deadly ice thorn to the enemy at the critical moment.

As the fire python gradually retreated into the encirclement, the enemies inside were either burned to death by the inextinguishable elemental flames or pierced through the skin by sudden arrows.

Enemies kept falling suddenly from the sky, but more winged creatures chose to fly around them cautiously, and rushed straight to their rear without looking back.

It is really too difficult to rely on ten high-level battle mages to intercept more than a thousand winged enemies in the air.

The lizardmen's extremely high magic resistance talent, when compared to the spellcasters' flexible and strange magical attacks, seems to be an unsolvable problem of mutual growth and mutual restraint... In a short period of time, no one can do anything to the other.

"Aside from ice and fire magic, other high-level attacks can be largely neutralized by them. The ten of us alone can't stop these monsters." Storm Walker raised his hand and swung out a frost tornado, blowing the Winged Being that rushed in front of him away. "Let's retreat too, return to the defensive positions set up by the soldiers, and fight alongside them!"

Fair did not answer immediately, but listened attentively for a moment... The bombardment from the heavy gunboat seemed to have stopped temporarily, but Vaughn had told him in advance that after each round of bombardment, about ten minutes were needed for the ship's guns to cool down to prevent explosion, so they had to resist the enemy's redoubled attack in the intervals between bombardments.

At this time, the portable artillery set up behind the defense line should play its due role...

Wait! It seemed like he hadn't heard the sound of artillery explosions for a long time!

(End of this chapter)