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These ordinary assault ships have abandoned offensive capabilities and heavy armor protection; as their name suggests, they are designed solely for reconnaissance and assault.

In the dead of night, the earth suddenly trembled violently, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years was turning over from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, huge, decaying branches seemed to burst forth from the abyss sealed by time, rising up from the ground without warning, like the tentacles of an ancient demon god awakened.

Filled with endless resentment and a stench of decay, it pierced through the three oncoming assault ships with astonishing speed.

The collision between metal and wood produced a mournful roar, sending wood chips flying and metal fragments shattering.

The three once imposing assault ships instantly lost their forward momentum, pinned to the ground in mid-air, teetering on the brink of collapse, like three birds struck by arrows, struggling in vain.

As the Originium Altar at the first line of defense was fully activated, an eerie light surged forth from the ancient runes, and crimson clouds enveloped the area.

The army led by the carrion-eater Nezile seemed to materialize from the shadows, marching in orderly yet sinister steps, standing majestically at the forefront of the ranks.

In an instant, the decaying clouds seemed to come alive, surging and gathering from all directions, quickly enveloping the entire battlefield with a force that blotted out the sky.

Within this mist, one can vaguely see warriors with twisted figures, their bodies wrapped in white strips of cloth, like a group of ghosts from the underworld, appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

The stench of decay, carried by the dry evening wind, surged and rolled like a black tide, instantly enveloping the high-speed warships arrayed in battle formation behind them.

The aura seemed to carry the decaying curse of time, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be stained with a dark gray hue, filled with a pungent, deathly smell.

The swarm of drones, which had been busily moving around like bees carrying out reconnaissance and attack missions, was now as if it had been swept away by an invisible yet powerful scythe.

Like fragile wheat, they fell in swathes without any resistance, tracing arcs across the sky like a "rain of death" woven from metal and sparks.

In close combat, the appearance of any royal ruler can play a crucial role in the course of the battle.

The majesty of the royal court was on full display at this moment.

This sudden invasion of decay, like a sharp, hidden thorn, triggered the enemy warships' activation devices without warning, and all the high-speed warships were now shrouded in a faint golden shield.

In the midst of this chaotic and noisy battlefield, a sudden melody, like a divine oracle descending from the heavens, resounded abruptly.

The music was ethereal and mysterious. The smoke and dust on the battlefield, and even the swirling, decaying atmosphere, seemed to freeze in that instant, as if time itself had stopped for the sake of the music.

For the ancient and magical land of Letania, the number "nine" seems to be engraved deep in its soul, carrying countless glories and profound historical significance.

Like the nine indivisible regions of Letania, the nine warships, including two dreadnoughts, resonated in a wondrous harmony, together composing a magnificent symphony.

Meanwhile, the carrion eater, Nezile, who was at the heart of the battlefield, was about to unleash the immense energy within him to command his army to launch a powerful attack.

But the instant the music began, he felt his energy stagnate, as if an invisible thread within him had subtly pulled at the flow of his immense power.

This golden symphony, perfected by the legendary genius Herhunzoren and the museum Fremont that guards countless knowledge, began to show its ferocity on this battlefield.

the other side

"Sir! All patrol team command centers have lost contact!"

"Our fleet is being eroded by an unknown energy, and the triggering Originium shield device has been activated."

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!"

Evan Derek paced back and forth like an enraged, caged beast, his reddened eyes burning with fury that seemed to materialize into a raging inferno.

He now understood that they were like clueless prey, recklessly stumbling into a carefully woven trap. This cruel reality struck his heart like a series of heavy blows.

Gazing at the three high-speed warships on the battlefield, damaged by decay, their wreckage still emitting a pungent, burnt smell amidst wisps of smoke.

Although such losses, compared to the massive fleet, might not be enough to warrant a severe punishment from the Elector's Chambers, who were far behind.

However, in Evandrick's mind, this setback in the attack on Kazdel has become an indelible mark of shame.

This is not merely a defeat in battle, but a ruthless trampling of his honor and dignity!

This also made him abandon any thoughts of looking down on these Sarkaz natives.

The murderous glint in his eyes sent chills down one's spine; he would give these demons an unforgettable memory—as the price for angering him.

"Notify the main guns to prepare!!"

At this moment, everyone noticed that in the distance, the dark muzzle of the dreadnought slowly turned, like the eyes of a sleeping behemoth slowly awakening, with a slow and unhurried yet chilling rhythm.

Driven by the machinery, it adjusted its direction inch by inch, precisely and slowly aligning the endless darkness and destruction in this direction.

Because Niezire's spells generally do not distinguish between friend and foe, the first line of defense was only guarded by the army of carrion eaters and Lamaren, the queen of the banshee's court, while the rest of the army waited at the second and third lines of defense to provide support at any time.

In an instant, all the Sarkaz on the first line of defense clearly felt a chilling coldness shooting straight from their feet to their heads—a sign of danger, an aura of absolute death.

The crisis loomed like a dark cloud, and the shadow of death was spreading rapidly toward everyone.

At this critical moment, Nezley and Lamaren appeared at the front of the group. The red mist emanating from the Originium Altar seemed to be drawn by a force, and a surge of energy gathered around them.

As the ancient Sarkaz incantations began, the surrounding energy seemed to be summoned, and at a visible speed, a dreamlike yet indestructible magical barrier was built, protecting the entire army of scavengers.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, like the primordial thunder that shattered the silence of heaven and earth at the dawn of creation, the world exploded in that instant. In that instant, it was as if an invisible giant hand had forcefully pressed the restart button on the entire world.

All colors and light were swallowed up by the surging intense light, leaving only a vast expanse of white in the field of vision. It was an extreme, dazzling brightness, as if all darkness had been uprooted at this moment.

Even the night sky, which was originally as black as ink and seemed like an endless abyss, was instantly illuminated by this intense light without any resistance, as if daylight had arrived, but it was even more dazzling and shocking than daylight.

The light, like a surging wave, swept wildly in all directions from the cannon muzzle of the dreadnought. Wherever it went, the earth trembled, and the air seemed to be ignited, emitting a sizzling sound.

The composition of the physical body needs to take into account factors such as metabolism and adaptation to the environment.

These colossal war machines were created solely for war from the very beginning. They have no thoughts or consciousness, and the composite materials they are made of only consider how much energy flow they can withstand.

The power of this main cannon depends not only on its materials but also on the Originium Arts proficiency of the gunner who operates it; the stronger the Originium Arts, the more terrifying the attack.

Leitania is a country with a deep understanding of Originium Arts, and they have incorporated art into their Originium Arts.

The war behemoth standing at the pinnacle of Terra's modern technology has finally revealed its fangs.

The raging power surging from the dreadnought's cannons was like a roaring, furious dragon, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and crashed heavily against the magical barrier that Netzley and Lamaren had painstakingly constructed.

The barrier, which had originally emitted a soft glow, began to flicker erratically under the impact of this violent energy, like a candle in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Every glimmer of light flowing across the barrier struggled desperately to resist the surging onslaught, but the energy impact was far too fierce, and the glimmers, like spider silk in the wind, could break at any moment.

Meanwhile, Niecilei and Lamaren, standing at the forefront, gritted their teeth, large beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads, and chanted incantations more and more urgently, trying their best to stabilize the collapsing defense line.

Their bodies trembled slightly under the impact of the energy, yet they remained steadfast as rocks.

When the aftershocks of the naval gunfire finally subsided, as if a raging storm had finally calmed down, the battlefield, after its devastation, fell into a near-death silence.

The once bustling air now seemed to have been drained of all its vitality, leaving only a suffocating dullness.

The shimmering barrier had dimmed and was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, Evan Derek was also shocked. He never expected that a creature could withstand the main guns of their dreadnoughts, which were enhanced by the Golden Melody, with its flesh and blood.

"They really are a bunch of monsters..."

Evan Derek muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor that came from the depths of his shock and astonishment.

His eyes flickered with both anger at the enemy's tenacious resistance and regret for misjudging his own strength.

He knew all too well that the battle had already deviated from its original course.

However, after observing for a period of time, Commander Evandrick also understood the biggest drawback of the enemy's combat methods.

They lacked means of high-speed movement, Originium-based weapons, and massive cannons capable of penetrating the defenses of dreadnoughts.

Their only option was to bring their troops close to their warships for close-range invasion operations.

Not long ago, he did not think that the enemy's approach to their warships would pose even the slightest threat. Their warships were indestructible, armed to the teeth with advanced technology and well-trained soldiers.

They are enough to deter any invading enemy.

Those so-called opponents are nothing but ants, and it is a pipe dream for them to dare to challenge the steel behemoth he controls.

However, after witnessing the power of the royal court, his idea began to waver.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he absolutely could not let these demons get close to them!

As long as they rely on their superior mobility, range, and overwhelming firepower, they will have an absolute advantage here.

What they need to do is simple: stick close to that big iron block, advance slowly and steadily, and use their range advantage to break down any of the enemy's defensive lines.

Even Evan Derek himself couldn't imagine how the opposing commander would break the deadlock under such circumstances; even the most skilled military commander would feel despair at such a disparity.

Their warships will crush everything these demons are so proud of.

The only thing the other person can do is lie down and wait to die!

……

Before Niezire and Lamaren could finish repairing the barrier with their energy, the second dreadnought's massive cannons, like a behemoth emerging from the abyss of darkness, coldly and precisely aimed at their location.

Boom!

As the main guns of the second dreadnought roared in, it was as if the sky was collapsing before the end of the world. The already cracked and crumbling barrier finally could not withstand this earth-shattering blow.

Engulfed by the raging energy, the main cannon's power surged like a raging torrent, crashing fiercely against the fragile barrier.

A heartbreaking shattering sound echoed through the heavens and earth as the barrier dissipated into countless shimmering fragments amidst the smoke-filled battlefield.

The army of scavengers' "spirit banners" were the first to be hit, and the enormous energy instantly tore them to ashes.

This sudden and devastating blow made the entire carrion army seem as if it had been slashed by a sharp blade, resulting in a shocking deficit.

But for the carrion eaters, this is nothing.

They can be reborn once they acquire energy again.

But after this first contact, all the royal courts put away their underestimation of the other party.

Niecilei and Lamaren looked at each other, both feeling a sense of shock in each other's hearts.

Because the current battle situation was the result of three simulations they had conducted in their previous battle plan.

The current situation is not only similar to Shen Lin's previous simulation, but exactly the same.

At this moment, they were all grateful for Shen Lin's previous arrangements, which made them wary of this war. Otherwise, this single encounter could have dealt a devastating blow to the Sarkaz camp.

The bad thing is that the aftershocks of the overflowing energy have already shattered the land, and the Originium altar that provided them with amplification buried underground has been almost completely destroyed.

They had only one option at this moment: to move the front line back and stabilize the second line of defense.

They knew the giant cannon couldn't fire continuously, and they could continue advancing under enemy fire, but that idea wasn't realistic.

Whether you have two legs or four legs, you can't outrun someone's high-speed rotating tracks.

Moreover, the shapeshifters had already informed them of the intelligence they had obtained, and even if ordinary Sarkaz were lucky enough to survive the enemy's dense barrage, they might not fare well once they boarded the warship.

Now their only option is to retreat to the second line of defense and attempt to use Ducarle's behemoth skeleton for large-scale teleportation, coordinating with the Shapeshifter Lords from within to break through the enemy from the inside.

If enough Royal Lords can be deployed into the enemy's dreadnoughts, their prized armor and artillery will become useless.

On the battlefield, every minute and every second is precious, and Niezirei and Lamaren reached a consensus at the same time.

With a command from Niezilei, the army of carrion eaters retreated like a receding tide.

Nyzree swung his scavenger's staff once more.

On this battlefield where death and despair intertwine, obscure and incomprehensible incantations, like the murmurs of ancient ghosts, once again lingered around Niezley.

The incantation, carrying a mysterious and ancient rhythm, flowed slowly from his mouth. Each character seemed to bear the weight of time, awakening a forbidden power hidden in the depths of darkness.

In an instant, a thick and pungent stench of decay surged up from his body, like miasma bursting forth from the earth of hell, spreading outwards.

This aura resonated with the lingering echoes of those who had just perished in the gunfire, as if engaging in a dialogue that transcended life and death, drawing upon the power of the departed to coalesce into a deeper and more powerful dark torrent.

This massive torrent of death swept towards the enemy's warship, which resembled an iron fortress, leaving behind a trail of wailing souls.

Carrion eaters will weaken, but they will not truly perish.

As long as death exists, they will be reborn in this land.

……

Faced with this black torrent that resembled a raging flood, all the Leitanian warships were extremely cautious, with the high-speed vessels on the flanks and in front making way for the dreadnoughts in the middle.

They began to retreat towards the rear of the dreadnoughts, using their shields and the dreadnoughts' highly spell-resistant hulls to withstand the sudden surge.

"Sir! We can't go any further!"

Dreadnoughts were able to wade through this death zone thanks to the spell resistance on their hulls, but other ships couldn't do that.

Once the tracks they are pushing against corrode, they will need to spend more time doing more repairs before they can continue moving forward.

They must maintain the formation of their lines, or their proud golden symphony will lose its resonance.

Nowadays, the range of other shipborne artillery cannot reach that of the main gun. In this predicament where pursuit is impossible, firing rashly would be nothing more than setting off a few insignificant fireworks in an endless desert.