Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 591 A difficult victory

A swarm of mechanical insects composed of countless miniature alchemical beasts crossed one defensive line after another and rushed towards the enemy like an overwhelming tidal wave.

The sudden appearance of Commander Vaughn also made the soldiers understand... these extremely strange metal insects were combat reinforcements from the rear.

But the demon lizardmen who were completely unaware of this secret weapon were in a miserable state - the thumb-sized but extremely sturdy mechanical spiders seemed to be tailor-made to restrain them. The small and sharp black crystal thorns with a large range of attacks could not break them at all, and using long whips or crystal spears to stab them with all their strength could only force them into the soil, but after a while the spiders would dig through the ground and crawl out again.

Their number was so dense that it was impossible to count them. Even Vaughn, who controlled them in a magic car and quickly rushed to the battlefield, could not fully calculate how many of these terrifying alchemical creations were hidden in the two gunboats.

Maybe a hundred thousand... or millions of them. In any case, they gathered together and turned into a silver-white wave shining with metallic luster, directly drowning the demon lizardmen who were almost rushing to the second trench.

After the "tide" washed away, only a few pieces of broken shells were left on the ground.

Many soldiers with excellent eyesight saw with their own eyes that the tiny spiders climbed up the enemy's body along the uneven outer armor, and finally pierced the red breathing sacs on the side of their ears and drilled straight into their soft bodies.

Snapped!
A few spiders that lagged behind accidentally fell at the soldiers' feet while crawling across the trench. They struggled with their bellies facing the sky and flapped their legs vigorously like living insects. They were immediately discovered by the sharp-eyed soldiers, who carefully picked them up... and put them back on the ground.

"These spiders can distinguish friend from foe and won't attack our soldiers at all!"

"The enemy is completely entangled by them. This is the powerful soul magic cast by Your Majesty! Follow them... and push back!"

Many officers immediately received command orders from the rear, and they all stood up and announced at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, the artillery positions also sounded the resumption of shelling. Shells flew over the trenches and ruthlessly hit the enemy's slowly retreating point. The non-stop bombardment almost cut off their escape route.

Artillery bombardments and mechanical insect swarms blocked their forward and backward paths, forcing them to gather closer and tighten their formation for their final struggle.

The spellcasters and bloodline warriors who had their hands free picked up sniper-type magic guns and beam weapons, aimed at the winged creatures fighting alone in the sky, and shot them down from the dense treetops where they were hiding.

The prolonged battle not only caused the spellcasters' magic power to be on the verge of exhaustion, but these winged evolvers also faced the problem of energy depletion. The frequency of black water and red light attacks from the sky was gradually decreasing as time went by... until they could no longer release any means of attack, and began to retreat to the floating island while flapping their flesh wings.

At this moment, a loud noise like the collapse of heaven and earth suddenly came from the direction of Big Bear Lake!
Under the continuous bombardment of magic cannons like raindrops, the part of Floating Island No. 3 that was hundreds of feet above the water surface was flattened by nearly half. A large amount of debris peeled off from its surface and splashed into the lake. Then the floating island suddenly trembled and shook violently, as if a huge sea beast from ancient times was struggling and roaring silently in pain because of the heavy damage it had suffered.

The petal-shaped opening on the top used to release the winged creatures had already been twisted and shattered by the baptism of artillery fire. Lightning-shaped cracks appeared on the surface of the floating island, and a large amount of sticky black water was rushing out, dyeing the entire lake a rich black.

Another shell, accompanied by a high-speed whistling sound, slammed heavily onto the floating island... With this fierce bombardment, a huge piece of the surface of one side of the floating island was suddenly lifted up, and even the spiral corridor structure inside was directly exposed.

And this seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Look! Floating Island No. 3 is sinking! It...it was sunk by us!" The soldier in charge of observation suddenly raised the telescope in his hand and shouted loudly in surprise and joy. The news spread throughout the entire front in an instant.

The battlefield erupted in excitement. Soldiers cheered as they rushed out of their trenches, launching a victorious charge against the enemy, whose Blackwater supplies had been exhausted. As the enemies on the ground and in the air were eliminated one by one by the concentrated fire, this intense battle finally drew to a close.

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The Son of Flame brushed away the vial of potion that the medic was holding to his lips and shook his head, "Ordinary potions won't work on me, young man... bring me a bottle of vodka."

Stormwalker suddenly opened the tent flap, walked in, and scolded, "If the recovery potion doesn't work, will the liquor work?"

The fire mage rolled his eyes, struggled to his feet, and walked out of the tent despite the soldiers' attempts to stop him.

After walking around the rear supply camp, I saw the pale-faced Commander Vaughn in a newly set up tent.

"Goodness! What are those weird things you brought with you... those miniature alchemical beasts? What are they? The secret weapons that His Majesty Harvey entrusted to you? Why didn't you use them on the battlefield earlier? Why are you making the battle so difficult for us?"

After saying that, he slapped the orc's sturdy shoulder, knocking him back onto the camp bed.

The two men then realized that Vaughn's face was abnormally pale, his body was soaked in sweat, and he looked completely exhausted.

"Are you injured? Why are you so weak?"

Vaughn waved his hand and explained slowly, his voice hoarse, "This is why... His Majesty orders us not to use those alchemical beasts unless absolutely necessary... Just as carriers of his spiritual connection... they've practically drained my bloodline power and will."

The Son of Flame was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he spoke dryly, "You...you said that those countless alchemical beasts that just flooded into the battlefield...were they...were they controlled by His Majesty Harvey through your...mental power?"

How is this possible?! Great Bear Lake and Spark City are nearly a thousand miles apart. Even the two legendary chiefs who rule the northern border cannot connect the two places with any magic, let alone control hundreds of thousands of alchemical creations to participate in the battle.

Vaughn closed his eyes and made an expression of agreement, but did not intend to explain further.

Just as Fair was about to ask further questions, Stormwalker quietly pulled his sleeve and shook his head slightly with a serious expression.

The Son of Fire understood something instantly and wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

"Commander! This is bad! Our little spiders... those alchemy beasts have suddenly all collapsed, scattered across the battlefield like beans. What should we do?"

An adjutant hurried into the tent and reported to his superior with a strange expression.

Vaughn stood up unhappily and ordered weakly, "What else can we do? Pick them up!"

(End of this chapter)