Ark Undead

Their enemy was, after all, the Abyss Legion, and war was never short of sacrifices.

Those soldiers who survived were rescued by the field medics and, under the protection of some soldiers, were sent back to the temporary medical base established by Rhodes Island in the rear.

What the Rhodes Island reserve team operators did was protect these soldiers who returned from the front lines wounded and were receiving treatment.

"Watch out, there's a small group of Kazdel soldiers on the right!"

The members of the reserve team A1 are tasked with carrying two Kalan soldiers back to the medical camp.

Katie led the way as the vanguard, while Melantha was the main attacker, intercepting the Kazdel soldiers rushing towards them.

"Okay, you guys keep leading them back!"

Melantha broke away from the group, but the others ignored her and continued to escort the field doctors carrying the stretcher.

A little over a minute later, a dark figure returned to the group from the side.

It was Melantha, her body covered in blood.

"continue."

Melanza gestured to ignore her and continued walking forward.

This scene has been repeated several times.

Everyone has almost gotten used to Melantha going out alone to deal with the pursuers.

Since the end of that dream, Melantha's strength has increased once again. She keenly sensed that her speed and reaction ability had improved significantly.

Although I don't understand exactly what's going on, it's ultimately a good thing.

After turning several more corners, they finally saw the medical camp set up near the entrance to the lower city.

After settling the two wounded and dying soldiers, the reserve team A1, along with a squad of field medics belonging to the Victoria Group, headed to the front lines.

Melantha was about to continue walking forward when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Katie glanced back with some confusion, then gripped her shield tightly in her right hand.

"Squad... Captain?"

Since it was time for a mission, Melantha, as the captain of the A1 Reserve Operations Team, was addressed by her official title.

"nothing."

Melantha placed her hand on Katie's shoulder, while she rubbed her forehead with her other hand.

"I just heard some sound."

"Why don't you take a rest?"

Katie said with some concern.

"This has happened several times already. If something unexpected really happens, it will be terrible."

"fine."

Melanie knew she couldn't back down now.

Kazdel's sergeants were no pushovers.

With only members like Katie and Andrechell, it was impossible to protect the wounded from the regular Kazdel soldiers and bring them back.

She could only suppress the strange noise in her head for the time being and follow behind Katie.

However, perhaps because of the constant exercise, my body was already a little warm.

She didn't notice it on her chest.

The badge given to me by my teacher is still radiating warmth.

Leaving aside other fronts, the soldiers of the First Army Group, after receiving orders from their corps commander, all came to the giant dragon.

They tentatively engaged in combat with the dragon.

However, their weapons were ultimately unable to pierce the dragon's body like that enormous spear.

Their feeble attacks were like tickling the dragon; they couldn't even leave a mark on its scales, let alone cause any damage.

Even so, the fact that these insects dared to attack it had already enraged the dragon.

It seems to have its own consciousness and is not simply controlled by some voice like those soldiers.

That is why it rose from the ground and began to attack the soldiers of the First Army.

Each attack from the dragon, each breath of fire it spewed, turned several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time into ashes.

However, it's much better than the predicament of not being able to even touch it in the sky.

The soldiers who were willing to participate in the battle also mustered up great courage. Seeing that a countermeasure had been devised, they were naturally invigorated.

As they tried to attack the dragon's eyes with their weapons, the soldiers retreated.

Lured by this, the dragon continued to advance into the lower city.

At this moment, the dragon was only a few dozen meters away from reaching the central square of the lower city.

Although the First Legion Commander did not know why the Doctor had ordered the dragon to be lured here, he had some premonition.

The doctor's next deadly move is right here.

It was at this moment that the doctor's voice came through the headphones again.

"General, order all your soldiers to evacuate the square! Now!"

The legion commander, unsuspecting, instructed the messenger to relay his orders.

Just as these soldiers dispersed from all sides of the square, another disturbance occurred underground.

The faint sounds of machinery and jet engines could be heard.

After the last commotion ended, a flying dragon danced in the sky.

This time, however, it was not Theresis's conspiracy.

The First Army Commander suddenly realized that the rebels had been silent for a long time.

At this moment, the dragon finally arrived at the entrance of the square, lured by the soldiers.

As the number of people in front of it gradually decreased, the dragon had to turn its gaze to a more distant place.

Spanning the entire square, soldiers retreated from the other entrance.

This act of fleeing aroused contempt in the dragon's heart. He straightened his body slightly, his hind legs tensed, and the accumulated power exploded like a bomb.

The body, as large as a small mountain, suddenly surged forward, chasing after the fleeing soldiers with earth-shattering force.

But at that moment, a hole several meters wide suddenly appeared in the ground in the center of the square in the lower city.

With a deafening roar, a massive pillar rose from the ground and struck the dragon's jaws.

Before it could even utter a mournful cry, the sound was trapped in its throat.

The dragon raised its body upwards and then fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At the top of the pillar that rose from the ground, five mechanical pillars, resembling fingers, slowly extended outwards.

It braced itself on the ground, gripping tightly.

Then, a figure slowly rose from the ground.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late. It was my first time driving, so I needed to get used to it. There was a minor mishap on the road."

A voice came through the headsets of the three legion commanders and the doctor.

It's Vina.

"However, it feels great!"

Her voice was full of excitement, like a child who had found their own toy for the first time.

A rough, steel-built body rose from the hole, and a red light shone from the head at the top of the body, as if the knight, magnified dozens of times, had opened his eyes.

Then, the iron plate that had been solidified on this body that had risen from the ground began to open up inch by inch.

呲!

Scalding steam, along with the heat generated by the operation of the pure Originium and waste, was expelled from the body, creating an artificial smoke cloud around the massive creation.

As it came to a stop, the iron plates on its body closed once more, and the creaking of the gears and the hum of the press rang out together.

This is the culmination of Victorian craftsmanship and the greatest masterpiece prepared by the rebels for this war.

"Vina, I know this is interesting, but please calm down first. Do you see the enemy in front of you?"

At this critical moment, the doctor calmed Vina down and pointed out what she should do.

“Show us your power as a Steam Knight pilot.”

Sitting in the cockpit, Vina looked at the external images transmitted to her from the sensor screens. She calmed her excited emotions slightly, and then said firmly.

"Leave it to me!"

492. Steam Armor!

The surging heat flowed across the surface of the armor, forming dense water droplets.

Beneath the scorching hot outer shell, limbs composed of countless circuits and supports are operating at high speed with the help of Originium solution.

This war behemoth, towering tens of meters high, has finally emerged from underground to see the light of day.

It stood up, like a giant raising its head among the mountains.

The rough outer shell follows the retro armor design, and the rough surface adds to its majestic and ferocious appearance.

This outer shell, which cannot be polished to a shine due to its special conditions, possesses a primal power at this moment.

As the armor flipped outwards, the radiators concentrated at the rear lit up.

Thick white smoke, mixed with waste produced by the evaporation of Originium solution, burst forth from the jet pipes, transferring all the heat from the core actuator.

A massive amount of white mist once again surrounded the armor in the cold winter, providing a liquefied cooling function to the surface of the armor.

Meanwhile, the created steam behemoth had already clenched its five fingers together.

The fist tore through the air, and even the whooshing sound was enough to deafen eardrums. Countless people just stared dumbfounded as the fist, as huge as a vehicle, swung towards the dragon's head that had just been raised.