Man on the ark, forced to become king

In the early stages of the battle, the commander of this team will likely be concerned about casualties and will not dare to direct heavy firepower at them, which is where the opportunity lies.

Talulah knew very well that she wasn't there to kill people; killing these soldiers would be pointless.

What she had to do was prioritize destroying the vehicles used by this team, leaving them temporarily stranded on the snowfield, thus buying enough time for the main force to evacuate.

Without vehicles, even the elite Ursus army groups would find it impossible to trek through the snow carrying heavy weapons, equipment, and supplies.

Even if they could, their speed would be extremely slow. By the time they reached the village, the Reunion Movement's evacuation would have already been completed, and they wouldn't be able to capture anyone.

"burst!"

She withstood the sorcerer's spell and kicked a soldier to the ground. The red dragon girl's blade, burning with intense heat, pierced into the vehicle's engine. Without lingering, she moved at top speed to the next vehicle.

In a short period of time, she destroyed four more transport vehicles in the convoy.

There are ten vehicles remaining.

Destroying them will temporarily paralyze the team.

However, the soldiers, who were beginning to regroup under the command of their officers, were clearly not going to give her another chance. Heavy armored units with shields pushed forward, while ordinary soldiers retreated and began to use crossbows for ranged attacks, followed closely by the spells of the mages.

The entire team was closing in on Talulah, trying to trap her in the middle.

clang!

A bright spark flew as the blade struck the shield, leaving a deep indentation in the shield, but it wasn't directly breached.

With Talulah's current strength, she is not strong enough to cut through the special metal shield with one blow.

She could slash a few more times, but she wasn't fighting one person; the other soldiers around her wouldn't give her the chance to attack the same person repeatedly.

A dense barrage of crossbow bolts burst forth from the gaps between the heavily armored units; some were incinerated by the erupting flames, while others were deflected by sabers.

As the encirclement gradually closed in, Talulah dared not delay. She pushed off with her feet, causing the ground to collapse, and used the momentum to lift herself up, attempting to get past the heavily armored units.

However, the sorcerers' spells fell in time, obscuring the passage above.

"It hurts..."

The spells exploded on her body, and despite the dense barrage of bullets, Talulah jumped out of the encirclement and began to maneuver around it.

Outnumbered and outgunned, a direct confrontation would be unwise; she was neither a muscle-bound brute nor possessed the necessary strength.

Threatened by the saturation attacks of spells and ranged weapons, and not daring to stray too far, the only option was to rely on their own speed to maneuver around the army and wait for an opportunity to continue causing destruction.

"Load the cannons."

The officer in command surveyed the battlefield, his face horribly dark, and with a wave of his hand, issued the order.

"Sir, this distance..."

"Let our people retreat and launch a full-scale attack. I don't want to repeat myself."

"Yes."

In the army, military orders are absolute, and the messenger dared not say anything more, and hurriedly passed on the message.

As a result, heavy units and ordinary soldiers began to retreat. The mages split into several groups and used continuous spells to block Talulah's movement. One after another, individual artillery pieces were quickly set up and loaded with shells.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

A series of bursts of fire sent a warning through Talulah, who was frantically dodging the spell, but by the time she looked up, it was too late.

A hail of shells rained down from the sky, engulfing her and the nearby vehicles.

The ruthlessness and madness of the Ursus army exceeded her expectations. Dust and mud rose from the ground, and the entire area bombarded by artillery was dented, revealing the terror of modern weaponry.

"Reload."

The entire battalion's strength was thrown into chaos by one person, and many were killed. The officer's anger was beyond words, and he immediately ordered another round of firing.

If such a record were to be reported back, even if they weren't punished, they would become a laughing stock in the army group. They wouldn't care what kind of enemy they encountered; they would only laugh at their incompetence.

No matter what, this man must die here today!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

As the smoke and dust from the explosion dissipated, Talulah knelt on the ground, leaning on her saber stuck in the soil. Her clothes were charred black, and her raw, bloody wounds were exposed to the air. She looked utterly wretched.

Bright red blood flowed down the wound, staining the equally charred ground red.

The body is in excruciating pain, and many of the bones are probably broken.

With her strength nearly exhausted, Talulah felt her vision go black and her heart filled with bitterness.

She still lacks experience.

As expected, individual strength is no match for a well-organized regular army. The only option is to launch surprise attacks. Once the regular army reacts, what follows is an unbearable barrage of artillery fire.

Perhaps some people can ignore the double blow of artillery bombardment and magical blasts, but she doesn't have that ability. It's already her limit to survive one round without being blown up on the spot. She simply can't withstand the next attack.

So... is this the end of it?

Blood flowed into the soil, the cold air felt like steel knives scraping the wounds, and the smell of gunpowder filled the nostrils.

Consciousness... gradually faded.

The hand gripping the knife loosened its grip.

In a daze, Talulah seemed to hear the roar of cannons again, and a warm feeling spread from her body, reaching her torso and limbs.

That was the power of the Golden Tree, which had taken root in her body since that battle.

However, this power was not enough for her to survive the bombardment of artillery.

Perhaps... it could make her more comfortable before she dies, so that she doesn't suffer too much?

Everything from the past flashed before her eyes. Talulah seemed to see the figure from her memories. With strength she didn't know she had, she shakily raised her hand, trying to grab something.

She really caught it.

It is a person's palm.

Golden light pierced through the hazy, dim vision, and a warm, gentle power flowed along his arm into his body, restoring vitality to his battered form and bringing him back to consciousness.

Talulah saw clearly the person in front of her. It was a gray-haired Lupo girl who was half-kneeling in front of her, holding her hand. Visible golden light emanated from that palm and flowed into her body.

"Although we have no grudges against each other, that's life."

A calm voice sounded behind her, and Talulah subconsciously turned her head, catching a glimpse of a pair of unfolded golden wings.

"Stop it."

Illusory wings stretched behind her, and black and white staffs converged in front of her. The blue-haired angel looked up at the sky, and a clock appeared between her wings.

thump—

It was as if bells were tolling, and everything in the world seemed to come to a standstill at that moment.

An invisible force of time swept across the snowfield, freezing the falling shells and scattered spells in mid-air, like toys encased in crystal.

"You're quite capable, Xiao Mo."

The arrogant female voice came from nowhere. In Talulah's eyes, she could only see a black and red shadow flash by. Then, a wave of heat swept over her, making even this Drak feel uncomfortable.

Such power... such flames...

That's right! There's no mistake! It's the power that man used!

"I'm in a good mood today, so... you guys are just unlucky."

W charged into the battlefield, stepping over the wreckage of vehicles, a manic smile on her face. With her arm raised high, a giant fireball, several meters in diameter, condensed above her and swung down towards the artillery position.

"what is that--"

Flames fell, and Ursus soldiers fled in panic, but they were no match for the speed at which the fireball exploded.

The raging flames exploded instantly, climbing up the clothes, sticking to the flesh, and devouring all the blood and flesh, leaving only a handful of ashes.

"It's not over yet!"

W laughed like a devil, fell from the sky to the ground, raised his arms again, and chanted loudly.

"Flame! Pour forth!"

The evil god worshipped by the giant took shape in her palm, and she swung it forward, spreading it out like a carpet, blending it into a fan-shaped wall of fire that advanced dozens of meters.

Wherever the flames passed, bodies turned to ashes, steel melted into molten iron, and all things were annihilated.

Ding!

She was happily setting off fires, oblivious to the crossbow bolts coming from behind her, or rather, she didn't care about them at all, because someone would shield her from them.

The crossbow bolt collided with the sword blade, sparking bright flames, before being cut in half.

The white wolf's figure appeared suddenly on the battlefield like a ghost, his white hair billowing in the wind and waves, and a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

"W, don't expect me to clean up your mess."

As she spoke, her figure vanished like smoke, and when she reappeared, she was already in the army formation where the officers were. Two strange longswords with hilts resembling protractors were raised with sharp arcs and covered with a layer of blood.

Swish!

The sword light ripped up a large patch of blood, some from enemies, and some from Lappland's own blood.

Combat Skill: Blood Slash!

Using blood as a medium, the Blood Alliance combat technique involves coating the blade with one's own blood, creating a violent wave of blood that engulfs surrounding soldiers and officers alike.