Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 128 Earthbound Spirits, Battle of the Cart

Blood Fortress, formerly known as Razor Fortress, was built against the most precipitous section of Qishan Mountain.

The fortress's designers must have fully considered the possibility of facing a long-term orc siege and the potential fall of the outer city. Therefore, an inner city was built within the outer city, near the deep ridge of Qishan Mountain.

The inner city's building material is Dark Steel Rock, which was quarried from the Dark Steel Valley in the south. This stone is dense and hard, as hard as refined steel, and can only leave a mark when cut by a regular metal sword.

In the Starry Continent, they are generally used as the outer shell of large magic arrays or the outer walls of the main residences of super nobles.

Using it to build a city is like using Phoebe zhennan wood to make a fence for a yard on Earth, which is truly a waste of resources.

But back then, in the glorious era when the Qiyue Dynasty was at its zenith and fully supporting its younger brother, the spirited founding duke of Emerald Empire marched eastward across the desert, southward across the plains, westward through the Ironback Valley, and watered his horses on the banks of the Crystal River...

At the same time, they spared no expense, transporting expensive dark steel rocks hundreds of kilometers to Razor Corridor, thus constructing the framework of Razor Fortress.

Of course, the cost was too high, and only an inner city could be built. The outer city was built slowly by using traditional stone materials sourced locally around Qishan.

At that time, although the Bailu Plain north of Qishan was still in the hands of the human race, all countries knew that it was only a matter of time before the area north of Qishan was completely abandoned.

The flames of civil war that have swept across the entire human world have spread across the continent and have entered their thirtieth year. The conscription age in the southern kingdoms has even been lowered to under ten years old.

No nation, mired in its own internal strife and precarious existence, could possibly muster the full strength to stop the surging tide of orcs marching south.

The fact that such a magnificent fortress was built precisely to abandon the territory of the northern human race is nothing short of absurd.

As it turned out, Razor Fortress, which the Emerald Duchy had built in advance, became the northernmost point of the human race and the most solid barrier for the duchy after the complete fall of the North.

Of course, no matter how fortified the inner city is, if it has no food supplies and no reinforcements, it will ultimately be unable to avert its fate of falling.

To eliminate any future threat, after demolishing the outer city, the orcs employed a massive number of orc laborers to gradually and completely dismantle the inner city's walls.

There are still some scattered ruins in the outer city, but the inner city is really a vast wilderness, with only a few remnants of the city wall foundations at the entrance to the inner city.

Over the first three days, the outer city of Blood Fortress had been repeatedly swept through, and guards had entered at different times to confirm its safety.

Therefore, the Hanhai Expeditionary Force set up its forward camp on an open area two kilometers from the inner city, and launched a new round of advance.

Unlike the thick black fog in the outer city, the fog in the inner city was quite thin, and the visibility was much better.

From a high vantage point, the reconnaissance drone offered a panoramic view of the entire inner city.

Behind it rises the towering Qishan Mountain, its gray-brown rock layers carved into steep cliffs from top to bottom as if by a knife and axe. Only at a height of several hundred meters can one vaguely see some scattered patches of green.

At the summit of Qishan, the color of the mountain suddenly changes, turning yellow with a bright red tinge. It is the unique red rock of Qishan's summit, as if it has been dyed by thousands of rays of light.

The fortress ruins nestled nestled at the foot of this mountain seem to brighten up in the photos, exuding a wild and natural magnificence that is breathtaking.

Facing the magical scene on the big screen, the veteran Gedi whispered to the lord about the fortress's history.

“Look, my lord,” Gedi pointed to the steep, mirror-like cliffs of Flag Mountain on the screen, “this main peak was created by the combined magic of the duchy’s great mages. Not even a real wild beast could climb it, let alone an orc!”

Chen Mo was inexperienced and didn't understand the logic behind this. How could wild beasts have better climbing abilities than orcs?

Forget it, I'll look into this little problem secretly when I get back, and I won't expose my ignorance here.

"You mentioned attacking the fortress from the summit... Theoretically feasible, but the cost, well, the cost is too high! We simply can't send many people up there!"

"The orcs have tried it before! They once used their air force to forcibly hoist their elite warriors to the top of Flag Mountain."

"And then? Throwing stones, hurling spears, even having those madmen swoop down and attack the fortress from above!"

"And what was the result? Utterly useless! The city has elite warriors and large protective arrays. Even if you survive jumping off the mountaintop, you'll be facing the inner city's rear wall, which is also equipped with traps!"

As he spoke, Gedi seemed to get emotional, his voice tinged with a hint of gritted teeth: "The most dangerous time was when the orcs bought a lot of Thunder Jars made by the dwarves from a despicable country in the north, and threw them down from the mountaintop, which, combined with the frontal attack, almost broke through the fortress."

"However, at that time, the fortress was filled with the most valiant warriors of the duchy. With the professionals risking their lives to fill the gaps, they managed to hold it in the end. In that battle, more than a dozen barons, six viscounts, and one marquis emerged!"

"Tsk tsk, that's really..."

"But the bards have been singing about it for years!"

As they spoke, a sense of wistful longing filled the mercenaries' eyes.

The drone's camera continued forward, revealing a somewhat deserted inner city. Apart from a few scattered guardians of the ruins, the most conspicuous sight was the building at the end of the central axis, which had collapsed more than halfway.

Now the city lord, Chen Mo immediately recognized that it must have been the former city lord's mansion.

Just as the drone was about to zoom in a little closer, a short gun flew out from the hand of a high-ranking ruins guard.

Unsurprisingly, the drone is gone again.

Chen Mo hated this very much, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Drones are lightweight, easy to use, and simple to operate, but they are just too fragile.

No magicians are needed; a slightly higher-level warrior can take it down with a bow, javelin, or even just a rock.

Compared to the griffin knights clad in armor, covered in stiff feathers, and sometimes even adorned with magical protection on the battlefields of the Kingdom War, they can only be described as utterly vulnerable.

The biggest advantage of drones is their cost, but since the Vast Ocean Territory cannot produce them on its own and they need to be transported through the Bloodline Altar, the overall cost is quite high, which makes it hard for the lord not to feel the pinch.

With no other option, the backup drones continued reconnaissance from a distance, while the vanguard pushed the magnetic vehicles directly into the inner city.

Let's clean it up first.

The moment the chariot crossed the broken city wall baseline, the entire inner field seemed to be activated as if some kind of rallying horn sounded.

The ruins guards, who had been wandering around, all turned around and faced the intruders.

After a brief pause, the ruins guards brandished their spears and shields and charged toward the direction of the Vast Ocean Commando.

Then, it was quickly stuck to that bulky magnetic chuck.

Although the inner city is mostly filled with high-level ruins guards, once their weapons are firmly sucked away, it's like a top-tier fighter being tied to the front of an armored vehicle.

No matter how hard your fist is or how powerful your strike is, it won't have any effect.

Having witnessed this scene for several days, Deputy Commander Gedi still couldn't help but exclaim in genuine admiration, "This, this is truly amazing!"

"This reminds me of a mage's Wind Binding, but even an elemental mage at the Transformation level can only capture a few opponents at a time with Wind Binding, and it could never last this long..."

As the guardians of the inner city ruins lost their fighting ability one after another, the Han Hai Commando Team, which had been on edge, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Once a targeted approach is found, this large-scale relic manifested with iron-blooded elements seems to be no different from recycling some scrap iron from a junkyard.

The inner city was not large, and the number of guards was relatively limited. It only took about ten minutes. Except for the final area of ​​the city lord's mansion, all the ruin guards were "kidnapped" onto the magnetic war chariot.

More than a dozen observation cameras of various sizes were aimed at the city lord's mansion from several directions.

There was no movement there, only ruins and a motionless figure.

The commando's searchlights were focused on the area, illuminating the remaining buildings that still faintly showed traces of their former glory.

The former center of power has now completely collapsed, turning into a vast, jagged expanse of rubble. Several broken, massive stone pillars lean precariously toward the gray sky, like the broken ribs of a giant, barely supporting the already shattered and crumbling remains of the dome above.

Because most of the walls and dome had collapsed, the city lord's mansion looked like it had been ripped open with a huge wound, allowing light to pour in unrestrainedly and illuminate the interior's ruins and mess.

The hall was deathly silent; time seemed to stand still.

Broken beams supported the crumbling remains of the building, and several rafters hung down from above, their ends seemingly scorched by fire, leaving long, charred black marks on the ground.

Scattered on the ground were broken porcelain shards, rotten wood, fragments of broken weapons, and a few faded, tattered pages of paper with illegible writing.

What is most striking is the unwavering outline in the center.

That was a soldier.

Or rather, he was once a soldier.

He sat on the stone steps beside the stone seat, his tall body covered in tattered armor. From a distance, both the armor and the steps beneath him were covered in a grayish hue of dust.

The soldier's seated posture blended seamlessly with the surrounding desolate ruins.

The drone attempted to zoom in again.

The armor is exquisitely designed and magnificent. Even though it is covered with thick dust, the delicate and intricate patterns and meticulously carved reliefs on the surface show that it must have been the work of a master craftsman in the past.

However, the entire armor was covered with scars of all sizes, and the huge dent on the chest was deeply sunken with twisted and rolled edges, as if it had been hammered by some terrifying force.

The hinges at the joints of the plate armor had long since broken, and several grotesque cracks on the arm armor snaked upwards like snakes, revealing their curled and sharp edges.
The right shoulder armor is missing, and the broken edge is jagged, revealing the dark lining underneath;
The exposed leather was scorched and curled, like fallen leaves in autumn, seemingly about to crumble at the slightest touch;
A helmet pressed down on his head, and the visor was completely lowered, isolating him from everything inside, leaving only two deep slits for his eyes, which faintly reflected light under the illumination.

The warrior sat there motionless, his two greatswords stuck upside down in the ground beside him, the hilts slightly tilted.

Scattered on the ground around him were mottled insignia, rusted short weapon cases, shattered small round shields, and other odds and ends whose purpose was no longer discernible.

This scene seemed to transport everyone back to that era of war and fierce struggle, as if they could see the last warriors fighting with all their might, writing a heroic epic that came to an end.

Then, he got tired and just sat down casually.

One sitting, and a hundred years have passed!

"wrong!"

Just as the commando soldiers were beginning to feel the somber atmosphere, Doyle issued a reminder.

"Captain Kaga, Razorfen Downs was completely destroyed by the orcs, and the inner city has been ravaged countless times. How could such a complete warrior's remains, still in armor, have been left behind?"

"has a problem!"

Kaja's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately used the communication device to ask Chen Mo for instructions.

The lord's reply was clear: Safety first!

First, clean up the relic guards that were attached to the magnetic vehicle, then push the "magnetic" vehicle closer and "invite" that "hero" over as well!
As for what kind of "goods" he really is, we'll take him down and study him slowly!
Kaga quickly relayed the instructions, and the group began to disperse, expertly cutting off the power, igniting fires, dealing with the ruins guards, finishing off the remaining enemies, and cleaning up the battlefield...

Throughout the entire process, the "armored warrior" remained motionless, seemingly indifferent to the demise of his "comrades" or "subordinates," as if he were truly dead.

Liu Zaiyue, who had been responsible for pushing the chariot with oxen from behind, curiously peeked out as he was turning the magnetic chariot around the metal debris in front of him, preparing to head towards the city lord's mansion.

It was just a glimpse!
"Click...click..."

A very faint sound, like the grinding of rusty joints, was heard.

On the stone steps, the helmet that had hung low for a century suddenly rose! Two crimson lights shone from the deep slits of the eyes behind the visor!
"Beastman..."

"die!!!"

A violent wave of black mist spread out from the nameless warrior, spreading like ink splashed into water, or like ripples caused by a boulder falling into water, sweeping outwards!

The two-handed greatsword, which was stuck upside down in the ground, emitted a clear and melodious hum, and instantly flew up into the air, landing steadily in the warrior's hand, which was covered by tattered gauntlets!
Immediately following was a black afterimage, closely following the circular trajectory of the black mist, heading straight for the magnetic chariot.

The armored warriors charged out!

The moment the warrior looked up, both the human and centaur warriors, who had been keeping a close eye on the scene, simultaneously issued a warning.

"Charge with the enemy head-on!"

"Fire! Fire!"

The assault team responded swiftly, with more than a dozen automatic rifles firing simultaneously, creating a dense barrage of fire that locked onto the armored warriors' charge route.

However, in the blink of an eye, the armored warrior completely ignored all the attacks, charging straight through the barrage of bullets, even slightly shifting half a step to bypass the roaring Kaga, and slashing heavily at the old bull with his greatsword.

Liu Zaiyue reacted quickly. The moment the unknown enemy charged over, Lao Niu tensed all his muscles, filled his spiritual energy battle qi, and lowered his body slightly, advancing instead of retreating, directly charging towards the enemy.

Violence against violence.

However, the gap is simply too large.

In a single exchange, Liu Zaiyue's savage charge was halted head-on, and he was followed up by a triple attack of charging, gathering power, and furious slash, leaving a shocking wound from his shoulder blade to his chest.

It crashed and slashed, flying far away.

"Stop him!" Little Kaja roared angrily, wildly sweeping his assault rifle while lunging forward again, trying to use his body to block the pursuer's advance!
The armored warrior nimbly sidestepped again, as if his seemingly bulky armor were merely a feather, lightly dodging Kaga's charge and continuing his relentless pursuit of the old bull.

"He didn't attack me?"

Without a second thought, Kaga pushed off with his leg, catching up from behind and slamming his body into the direction the other was heading, shouting at the same time, "Baoguo, drag Lao Niu out! Quick! The others, come and stop him!"

"Power it on! Power it on, fucking power it on!!!"

A group of centaurs and human warriors swarmed forward, desperately pulling and grabbing at the armored warrior, trying to stop him.

This guy charged left and right, managing to keep everyone from touching his clothes. However, the armored warriors' actions were greatly delayed, forcing them to take a long detour to try and evade the interception and continue the pursuit.

The operator of the magnetic vehicle pressed the power button in time.

The battlefield, which had just been cleared, was now littered with scattered metal fragments and broken weapon remnants. As if grasped by an invisible giant hand, they once again emitted a sharp whistling sound and flew rapidly toward the magnetic chuck!

The assault team members at close range of the tank suddenly felt their hands lighten, and their only metal object, their guns, flew out of their hands in an instant!
As for the armored warrior, he ultimately couldn't withstand the magnetic force of such a close-range, extremely strong magnetic field, and was involuntarily caught on the front armor of the magnetic storm vehicle.

Then, something happened that left everyone speechless.

Although the armored warrior was unable to break free from the magnetic force, he did not give up!

With a sudden downward thrust and a low, muffled roar, the armored warrior lifted the vehicle up with a burst of strength, landing on his feet as if he were carrying the magnetic war machine on his back.

He carried this colossal steel behemoth, originally weighing 1.6 tons but now piled high with iron plates and stones from the front armor, weighing over seven tons in total, on his own back, which was covered with tattered armor!

Oh, and there's a pilot in the cockpit too.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, the armored warrior, with some difficulty, dragged and carried the chariot step by step, leaving a deep dent in the ground, as he chased after the old ox.

(End of this chapter)