Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 630 Sweeping Away the Remaining Force
In the dense forests of the hills more than thirty miles from the holy city of Goris, a winged demon lizardman suddenly broke through the lush canopy and took flight into the sky.

Almost at the same moment, a bullet shot from below pierced straight through its chest and abdomen, a cloud of blood erupted in the air, and the target that had just escaped was slammed heavily to the ground.

Damer Frankie blew triumphantly into the smoking gun barrel, brushed aside the bushes blocking his way, and slowly walked to the mangled corpse of the alien monster.

"Frankie, your marksmanship seems to have improved considerably since Blackrock City." Another mage colleague, Raphael, who was on guard nearby, came running after hearing the voice and praised his companion with a smile as he looked at his recent achievement.

Franky curled his lip and smugly snorted, "We have an almost unlimited supply of magic bullets, so it's not difficult to quickly improve our marksmanship in a short period of time."

Raphael nodded and sighed, "If we had such ample ammunition supplies back in the Evil Moon Mountains, we wouldn't have had such a difficult time advancing."

Back in Blackrock City, even the scout mages who were scattered into small groups and went deep behind enemy lines were only issued fifty magic bullets for each mission. They had to make sure that every shot hit the target, and they were very careful in their battles.

It wasn't until they joined the Northern Army under the command of Commander-in-Chief Andrei Weiss, and on the orders of Chief Gallagher, that they truly experienced what a "war of riches" was like...

The high-speed rotating barrel of the magic-powered machine gun sprayed a dense rain of bullets at the enemy like water being poured out... the artillery bombardment from the artillery positions that would fire collectively every half minute, and the beam anti-aircraft weapons mounted on the combat airship.

Putting aside other things, the new magic-powered guns issued to them had a massive magazine that could hold twenty-five bullets, and the powerful feature of continuous high-speed fire made the Annihilation Gun, which they used to cherish and protect like a treasure, seem as inferior and inefficient as a "fire poker" in comparison.

The two chatted for a while longer, waiting for the mage squad members who were roaming around to gradually gather together. They took out a simplified survey map, identified their location, and marked an area enclosed by intersecting lines.

"This hill is almost cleared. Let's tally our results... Let's return to camp before dark."

"Spread out and search again. There might be some non-winged creatures that have slipped through the net nearby. Don't miss any water sources. They need to soak their bodies in water every now and then to maintain the activity of their anti-magic skin."

This crucial combat intelligence was first discovered by the New Alliance research team in the capital city of Starfire. It was quickly verified by the Northern Army General Staff and relayed to various combat systems on the front lines, enabling soldiers and mages involved in actual combat to better understand the enemy's racial characteristics.

Whether they are winged beings or ordinary demon lizardmen, black water weapons are consumable resources. Once it is discovered that they no longer readily discard the condensed black water weapons in battle, it means that their "ammunition" is about to run out, and they can only rely on the black crystal weapons that are finally condensed to put up a last-ditch fight.

The red light energy is not released indefinitely either. In this respect, it is similar to the magical energy stored in the caster's own body. Although it cannot be replenished by external forces such as magic stones, it still requires a long interval to recover after multiple releases.

This also means that the winged beings who have exhausted their red energy are essentially just flying species with an extra pair of wings.

Once their protective shell is breached, exposing their soft flesh to the outside world, it will immediately cause fatal damage, without exception.

Perhaps because their race comes from the depths of the sea, they are naturally able to overcome the magic-resistant skin that spellcasters rely on most. They also need to be soaked in water every now and then, otherwise the originally flexible skin of the magic lizardmen, who fight on land for a long time, will gradually dry and stiffen over time, seriously affecting their movement.

This meant that special forces teams and battle mages responsible for mopping up fleeing enemies in the mountains and forests near the holy city of Goris often only needed to search areas with water sources, or simply lie in wait by rivers and streams, to encounter many of the alien soldiers wandering in the area.

The faint sound of gunfire could be heard from the distant mountains and forests, startling many birds perched on the treetops into flight, which immediately caught their attention.

Franky tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, saying, "It shouldn't be another mage squad... Dealing with a few stragglers shouldn't have caused this commotion."

"Probably those bloodline warriors again... The explosive guns they're issued fire in a big display, and sometimes they even like to engage in close-quarters combat with the enemy, just like a pack of hyenas who enjoy toying with their prey." Raphael curled his lip, clearly looking down on the other party's behavior.

As bloodline warriors who serve as squires of spellcasters, they used to be vassals of battle mages, participating in direct battles against demons... There is a clear difference in status between the two, and most spellcasters rarely treat them as comrades-in-arms or equals.

These warriors from the Northern Territory are distinctly different—rumor has it that they were all transformed through a ceremony personally presided over by His Majesty the Emperor, each possessing a powerful high-level bloodline, and their numbers number nearly a thousand.

Just thinking about how many rare and expensive ritual materials would be needed to transform this enormous extraordinary warrior is enough to make the spellcasters of the Federation tremble... Even some spellcaster leaders in the magic capital of Alaye, or the ancient wizard families behind the High Wizard Council, cannot afford the costs of transformation and cultivation.

What made Franky and the others most uncomfortable was that these bloodline warriors acted in an extremely high-profile and arrogant manner, directly regarding them, the combat spellcasters, as weaker assistants. During the operation to eliminate the remaining alien races, they took the initiative to undertake the more difficult area exploration missions.

This is simply disregarding them!

“Let’s return to camp a little later, and before it gets completely dark, let’s quickly head to the next search area,” Raphael suggested, frowning slightly.

Before the operation began, he and Franky couldn't stand the intentional or unintentional provocations of the bloodline warriors, so they agreed to a private bet to compete with them in killing more enemies. Two or three days had passed, and every day when they returned to the camp to check the numbers... they were always a little less than those guys, which made the two of them feel really embarrassed.

"Chief, there are guys in their team who have awakened tracking and night vision talents. If they really operate at night, we'll be at a disadvantage!"

Although many battle mages have undergone physical transformation, their physical strength is still far inferior to that of the tough-skinned bloodline warriors, and they inevitably feel tired after a whole day of fighting.

"What's there to be afraid of? Andrei's mage squad is nearby. Let's move closer to them, join them, and then act together!"

Against the Lizardmen, who are naturally at a disadvantage against spellcasters, battle mages may indeed be weaker than bloodline warriors who are proficient in various magical weapons, but their spells and rich combat experience are real skills and they are not necessarily inferior to others.

"Everyone, get your attention! Cast your detection and tracking spells! Don't forget... we don't just fight with our magic guns. Let those arrogant dogs see how spellcasters fight with their brains and intelligence!"

(End of this chapter)