The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 279 An overwhelming victory!

In the rift valley, a fierce battle is going on!
Riding the dragon turtle under his crotch, Bakar roared and rushed to the front, leading the vanguard like a black wave to pounce on the four rats who dared to block the Holy King's army.

"Kill!!!"

The shouts of killing shook the earth, as mighty as a tide. The Ankylosaur soldiers launched a full-scale charge, vowing to crush the insignificant interfering force before them into pieces!
Looking at the four cowards who were like "candles in the wind" in front of the mighty army, Bakar couldn't help but sneer.

He could feel that the four servants sent by the Demon King's army were quite powerful, especially the Skeleton Mage, who had a very sophisticated control of magic and was probably one of the Demon King's generals.

But so what?

Even a powerful general cannot keep his breath steady after swinging his sword thousands of times.

Facing the charge of an army of 100,000 armored dragons, they are nothing but a handful of dust after all!
But just when his troops were about to overwhelm the opposite side, a series of unusual "bang bang bang!" sounds suddenly came from the hill on the side!
The sound was different from any war drum he had ever heard, the rhythm was extremely fast, as if something frantic was roaring -

"What is that?!" His pupils shrank instantly and he raised his head sharply to look to the side and front.

Just at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came!
What followed was overwhelming screams and wails, accompanied by flying blood.

"Whoosh whoosh—!"

The obsidian armor scales exploded instantly, and tiny but high-speed metal projectiles swooped down from the high ground like a torrential rain, smashing heavily into the unprepared ankylosaur army.

Five Gatling machine guns raised their muzzles and fired a hail of bullets at the positions of the Saint Ankylosaurus Kingdom's army.

Having never seen such a strange thing before, the Ankylosaur warriors in the front row were beaten into sieves before they could react!
Some were pierced directly through the skull and fell to the ground on the spot, while others had their chest armor exploded and blood gushed out. They struggled on the sand for a few seconds before falling silent, leaving their intestines and minced meat all over the ground.

"What is this?!"

Bakar's pupils shrank sharply as he watched row after row of ankylosaur soldiers being cut down like ears of wheat, with blood flowing like a river on the sand.

And the next second, he suddenly heard a piercing whistle in the wind, coming towards him!
"Om-!"

The metal bullet flew past his head with the hot air, scratched his shoulder armor, and exploded into a pile of broken armor and scales.

He suddenly mobilized the energy in his body, wrapped it around the Dragon Blood Battle Seal and circulated it with all his strength to protect the vital parts of his body, and only then was he able to barely block the next few attacks.

Even so, three bullets still hit his chest armor, causing him to groan and almost spit out blood.

"What kind of witchcraft is this!?" His eyes were red and his breathing was rapid.

Do not--

That's not witchcraft!
He could clearly feel that it was not fire, ice, wind or thunder, or even any element or energy that he understood.

"General!! Our flanks are collapsing!! The cavalry in particular has suffered heavy casualties--"

Just as Bakar's mind was racing, a messenger came running from the side of the army with a look of fear on his face.

He was covered in blood, as if he was seriously injured. However, before he could finish reporting the situation of the flank formation, he was hit in the forehead by a bullet and fell to the ground, unable to move.

Bakar gritted his teeth and looked towards the dusty high ground. On the edge of the hill, he saw several strange-shaped metal machines flashing cold light.

Behind the metal device, there seemed to be an undead ghost lying behind it, turning the handle of the mechanism frantically and shouting some evil spells, as if casting a spell.

He couldn't hear clearly what incantation was being chanted, but from the hideous grins and fanatical postures, it was not difficult to tell that those despicable guys were the culprits who massacred his men!

"These damn corpses!!!"

He raised his sword in anger and roared like thunder, shaking the battlefield:
"All troops, listen up! Turn your flank! Cover the vanguard's charge to the southwest! Take that hill for me!!"

"Kill!!!" The severely damaged Ankylosaur soldiers barely managed to stabilize their formation and responded to General Bakar's order with a fierce roar. They abandoned the four "demon generals" who were fighting and retreating and attacked towards the top of the mountain.

However, at this moment, neither General Bakar nor his subordinates realized what this order really meant.

However, it’s not their fault.

After all, this is a machine gun in the broad sense, and it is the first time that it has appeared on the battlefield of this planet!

Even the Empire and Hell, whose civilizations were far more advanced than theirs, did not have time to taste it on the battlefield...

Amid the deafening series of explosions, the lizardmen of the Holy Ankylosaurus Kingdom marched towards death one after another!

"Da da da--!"

Under the hill, the blood dyed the dry yellow sand red before the sunset!

A few newbies wanted to crank the handles until smoke came out, and the five hand-cranked Gatling guns were spitting out flames continuously!

The dense barrage of metal bullets crushed the rows of Ankylosaur warriors during their charge like cutting wheat.

The vanguard of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom rushed to the high ground like a tide, but was broken into pieces by the five lines of fire again and again during the charge.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!
Scales flying!

The soldier at the front didn't even have time to scream before he was crushed into a pulp by the hail of bullets!

“Go—Aa ...

"Ahh my legs!!"

"Damn it! What kind of witchcraft is this!"

"No... that's not witchcraft! It's... a punishment from the Earth Mother Atea!"

Brother Yikou really wants to interject and say that the so-called Mother Earth doesn't have that ability, only the extremely evil Demon King can do that.

More and more ankylosaur soldiers lost their composure in panic, and some lizardmen even knelt on the ground, praying randomly to the Dragon God or Mother Earth, but it turned out to be in vain.

They were warriors who took pride in charging, but the nightmare-like "rain of stones" before them was far beyond their understanding.

Their rattan armor had lost its effect, and the shields in their hands were completely unable to withstand any attack. A large number of them died without even being able to see their opponents’ faces, and it was foreseeable that they would continue to die.

This is a completely meaningless charge!
Fear begins to spread!
The mood of despair spread from the front row to the entire flank, and some soldiers had already dropped their weapons and fled. And those lizardmen who were still shouting long live and charging forward were just moving forward out of inertia, and what they were seeking was not even victory, but a relief.

Bakar stared with angry eyes, looking at the scene in disbelief, wishing he could crush the obsidian sword in his hand.

"Forward!! Keep attacking! That's just a trick played by the outsiders!"

"You are the fearless armored dragon soldiers! You are the sharp claws of the Dragon God! Even if you die in battle, it is your honor!"

He roared with a hoarse voice, but he could not suppress the collapse of the army. The originally neat formation had long since turned into a mess.

Another row of Ankylosaur soldiers fell in front, and their bodies, which were shot into a honeycomb, rolled down the sand slope and blocked the feet of the soldiers at the rear.

The comrades who had no time to dodge fell on them and were then also knocked down by the bullets!

The criss-crossing fire network was like a sickle, wielding death!

“This is… too awesome.”

The blood-stained iron sword was stuck in the ground. The [Tauren Warrior] looked at the Gatling gun spewing fire on the distant hills and muttered to himself, his eyes full of horror and excitement.

"Fuck! This is cheating, right?!" The [Pig-Headed Knight] carried the battle axe on his shoulder and said with a gloomy face, "These conspicuous people... why don't they drive the tanks along?!"

Is it fun to play fire coverage in a fantasy world game? Doesn't it feel out of place?
A real man should do what a real man should do!
Ok.

He admitted that he was jealous.

Because the DPS of those heavy machine guns was too outstanding, all the hatred in the field was sucked away by them.

The lizardmen completely let them go and rushed past them as if they didn't exist, as if they had decided to leave this "tough but limited threat" hard bone for the reinforcements behind them to chew.

Looking at the envious and jealous pig-headed man, the [Tauren Warrior] shrugged his shoulders.

"Who knows? Maybe they are worried that it might be seized by the enemy."

Maybe the crappy planner wanted to give them some gaming experience. After all, if those tanks were brought over, the opponents would probably just turn around and run away, without even the courage to charge.

but--

Who knows why?
There wasn't much suspense in this war from the beginning, as the Demon King had the final say on how to win.

Perhaps that lord just wanted to test out the new equipment in the Great Cemetery, and maybe even wanted to reinforce the Sand Ridge Clan as a by-product.

After all, with the speed at which these primitive people were advancing, even if the Sand Ridge Tribe was weak and could be knocked down with a single push, they would definitely fall behind the city of Assam.

The Demon King's army could completely ignore these 10 troops, attack directly, capture the false king alive, and take over the city of Assam... At that time, these expeditionary forces would have no choice but to surrender.

They didn't actually have to die.

"…It's too early to celebrate now."

[One Leaf Tells the Autumn] Still calm, the soul fire flickers slightly in his eye sockets.

He looked at the firing line on the high ground and spoke in a low voice.

"I've seen the test of a guy named Yikou. The thing he made is indeed very powerful, but the production process is obviously not up to standard. There are a lot of problems from materials to parts. If the physics engine of this game is really that realistic, the failure rate of this thing cannot be low."

This is different from the magic crystal cannon.

The Magic Crystal Cannon has a "pre-application foundation" in the game world, and the dark texts used are all ready-made, and it's just a little innovation in the application method. But the Minigun, in addition to the barrel and firing device, has too many groundbreaking designs.

Pig Head and Ox Head looked at each other, and a bad omen arose in their hearts.

It seems that this old man has never made a wrong judgment. Don't be such a pessimist at this critical juncture.

However, as the saying goes, what you fear will come to you. Perhaps the dog planner heard their conversation and decided to give them a little more strength. Sure enough, new developments came from the hill not far away.

"Da-da-ka."

A Gatling gun suddenly stopped, the flaming muzzle fell silent, leaving only a confused player turning the unresponsive grip.

Then, the second Gatling gun also emitted black smoke, and after two thumps, it was completely stuck. The skeleton lying behind patted the fuselage blankly, and then knocked on the magazine, just like repairing a TV.

"Shit! Why is it stuck again!"

The voice of [Suffocating the Chemical Pool] came from a distance, and he shouted angrily at the two newbies who failed to keep up with the times, "What's going on?! What the hell are you doing?!"

The newbie lying in front of the minigun looked at him helplessly, and it took him a long time to utter a word.

"I won't make it!"

He swallowed the chemical pool in one gulp: "@#%!"

He could not just sit there and wait, so he threw the machine gun in his hand to the newbie who was waiting beside him, rubbing his hands, and ran towards the machine gun position next to him. On the other side, the third machine gun also seemed to have started to reload, and the firepower from the hill dropped sharply.

Bakar's eyes suddenly lit up as he clearly felt the pressure from the hill being relieved.

Looking around at the three silent heights, he seemed to see the dawn of victory again!

It seems that the witchcraft of these demons is not without limits!

"It's now!"

Full of fighting spirit, he roared, raised the obsidian giant sword high, and swung it violently!
"Come up to me!"

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the fear lingering in the blood mist.

The front army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, which had just been suppressed to the point of collapse, once again picked up its shaky determination as the firepower on the hilltop ceased.

Looking at General Bakar who never took a step back, they decided to follow the general and charge again.

"Come on!!"

"Those demons can't hold on any longer! Charge forward!!"

Looking at the Ankylosaur soldiers gathering again at the foot of the mountain, Kasa's face darkened. He signaled the guards beside him to blow the horn, preparing to lead the warriors of the Sand Ridge tribe to meet the enemy.

"Warriors of the Sand Ridge Clan! Behind us is our home! The Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom wants to destroy us, so let them do it! We will smear our blood on the earth and let the great Mother Earth Atea see our loyalty!"

She held the sand-eroded scimitar in both hands, her whole body full of fighting spirit, her eyes firm and unwavering, as if she had already put life and death aside.

"Wait, wait, wait! I can't shoot if you guys rush over!"

[Drunk in Chemical Pool], who was fiddling with machine gun parts, stood up quickly and tried to stop them, "Calm down! I might be able to fix it with a couple more shakes!!"

Kasa turned his head and looked at him, his eyes gentle but firm, and said as if he had made up his mind.

"It's okay. Wait until your wand regains its power and swing it in our direction. We won't blame you even if you accidentally hurt us... This is our choice."

She still didn't understand what the "powerful thing" that the undead warrior was talking about was, but she thought it should be some kind of prop for casting magic.

Being able to obtain protection from such a terrifying power, the Sand Ridge Tribe would certainly be fine even if she died here.

She died without regrets!
[Drank the chemical tank in one gulp] He opened his chin, looked down at his Gatling gun that was lying like a dead snake, and uttered helplessly.

"...Uh, what I mean is, you can send fewer people to die. I really might be able to fix it soon..."

Kasa: “…”

The solemn and tragic atmosphere lingering over the sand dunes instantly turned into sand blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Fortunately, the conversation between the two was not heard by other soldiers and had no impact on the high morale of the Sand Ridge warriors.

"Follow me!" Kasa turned around without changing his expression, and roared in unison with the Sand Ridge warriors who leaped out behind him.

A series of agile figures, like flying chameleons, took advantage of the rolling yellow sand to pounce into the formation of the Ankylosaur soldiers.

have to say.

There is a reason why these tribes in the desert are being beaten on the scalp by the Holy Ankylosaur Kingdom.

Although the morale of these Sand Ridge warriors was high, they really had no strategy in fighting.

Even though the opponents were being riddled with machine guns, they still became scattered soldiers before them and fought on their own on the battlefield.

On the other hand, the army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, although also had no formation to speak of, still maintained small groups of three or five, trying their best to avoid being left alone, and even encircled and annihilated the enemy on a small scale.

These chameleons are indeed more suitable to be assassins. It is too difficult for them to form a formation to meet the enemy.

[Dropped the chemical pool in one gulp] The person watching this was extremely anxious, wishing he could snatch the non-existent mouse and operate it himself.

of course.

He also knew that this was impossible, so he could only use all his strength to torture the Gatling gun under him, which was like a dead snake, trying to make it turn again.

As the melee began, the machine gun positions on the high ground were completely extinguished.

Not long after, the follow-up forces of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom continued to arrive, and the collapsed front line showed signs of stabilizing again.

Seeing that the high ground was about to fall, the old man was anxious and didn't know what to do, when a shadow suddenly and silently fell on the back of the huge dragon turtle.

It was an undead rat.

In this chaotic battlefield, no one noticed his presence, not even the roaring General Bakar...

Except for Yi Ye Zhi Qiu who was waving his walking stick.

Looking at the figure climbing onto the dragon turtle, the corners of his grinning skeleton mouth finally lifted into a smile.

Finally got the chance.

Hu Wan brothers.

There was no hesitation.

Hu Wan suppressed his pace, walked forward quietly, and at the same time skillfully pulled out the dagger with green light.

His movements were clean and neat, just like handling a watermelon on a chopping board, and he stabbed into the back of Bakar's neck without any delay.

He has been staring at that place for a long time!
"puff--!"

The white knife goes in, the red knife comes out, and blood gushes out from under the broken scales!

Bakar's eyes widened, he looked down at his throat in disbelief, and subconsciously tried to cover it with his hand, but before he could raise his hand, he felt his vision flying high up.

Then, as he was rolling in the air, he saw his headless body and fell heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Do not……"

He tried desperately to make a sound, but only the wind escaped from his open mouth.

The blurred consciousness quickly fell into the abyss.

With regret and anger, he used his last remaining eyes to see the scene of the Saint Armor Dragon Kingdom's front line collapsing...

The commander of the expeditionary force of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom——

Bakar, died in battle!

Kasa seized the opportunity, picked up the lizard head that fell on the ground, hung it on the spear and held it high.

"victory!!!"

She shouted excitedly and poked Bakar's face towards the Ankylosaur soldiers so that they could see the bleeding eyes clearly.

Fear spread like a tide.

Bakar's death was like the last straw that broke the camel's back for the ankylosaurs, completely crushing the psychological defenses of the ankylosaur soldiers.

"Our general is dead!"

"Lord Bakar...is dead?!"

“How could it be——!?”

They retreated in panic, unable to even hold the weapons in their hands, let alone dare to face the bloody face.

The first deserters began to appear.

He collapsed, dropped the obsidian spear in his hand, and ran desperately towards the distance, just to get further away from this cemetery filled with death.

Lord Bakar is dead!
They've already lost!

He doesn't want to become a ghost!!

With the appearance of the first deserter, there was soon a second, a third... and then the entire defense line collapsed. The Ankylosaur soldiers, whose morale had collapsed, began to flee in large groups!
The already shaky morale collapsed like a broken drum, and the disintegrating front army quickly attacked the central army that came to reinforce.

The news of General Bakar's death spread throughout the central army, and the fear that followed spread like a plague, from the beginning to the end, along the 100,000-strong army that was crawling on the desert like giant insects!
The soldiers of the Sand Ridge tribe roared in anger and chased after the fleeing expeditionary force of the Holy Ankylosaur Kingdom, vowing to massacre these invaders on the holy land bestowed upon them by Atea.

The sound of drums and roars echoed across the sand dunes, as loud as a victory song played in advance.

The battle ultimately ended with the victory of the Sand Ridge Clan and the players, and it was an epic victory where the few defeated the many!
As for the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom——

As powerful as the 100,000-strong army was when they came, they were as embarrassed when they left.

If we don't run for dozens of kilometers, I'm afraid it will be difficult to gather again...

Watching the rolling dust drift away, Yiye Zhiqiu stuck his walking sticks into the ground, leaned on them like crutches, and rested for a while.

Such high-intensity spellcasting, even with the support of potions, still put a heavy burden on him.

Meanwhile, on the sand dunes.

[Drank the chemical tank in one gulp] Finally repaired his beloved gun.

With a spiritual crackling sound, the long-dormant flames burst out again, along with an excited but unnecessary scream.

"Ohhhh I fixed it!!!"

It was awkward as soon as I called him "brother".

When he looked up, he realized that the battle was over and all his efforts here were in vain.

And near the seriously injured dragon turtle lying on the ground, brother [Hu Wan] was standing silently beside Bakal's body, accepting the cheers and support of a group of Seabuckthorn Lizardmen girls.

The enthusiastic female lizards surrounded him, spitting out their long forked tongues, and threw him into the sky.

This guy seems shy?

He drank the chemical tank in one gulp, looked at the guy enviously, slowly stopped shaking the handle, and finally couldn't help but say something sarcastic.

"Damn, a human-headed dog..."

It’s obvious that I’m the MVP!

(End of this chapter)