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Chapter 272 The Dwarfs' Airplanes and Heavy Canned Goods! (Please Subscribe!)

boom--!!!

The night sky in the distance was torn apart by one orange-red fireball after another, and the muffled explosions didn't reach the dwarf fortress until a moment later.

The fortress commander, the dwarven elder Mazast, tightened his grip on the brass telescope. Through the lens, the figures of a small squad of dwarven warriors were instantly engulfed by the flames, and even their screams sounded distant and blurry.

He put down his binoculars, rubbed his sore eyes, and felt the night wind blowing on his face, but it couldn't take away the heat.

"I miscalculated. We've lost another squad." His voice was deep, revealing no emotion.

Mazast had only been in office for less than a month when this happened, and he was very annoyed!

The adjutant next to him took the binoculars, his voice hoarse: "Sir, this is the third one already—sixty fine young men, gone just like that."

"Sixty-odd people already?" Mazast gritted his teeth, then slammed his stubby finger on the map. "But we haven't even seen what the enemy looks like yet. When did our troops become so useless?"

Less than twenty minutes have passed since the first loud explosion was heard at the port.

Mazast initially thought it was just some gang fights or chaos, but the commotion only escalated.

Only after dialing the sheriff's hand-cranked phone did I learn that someone was taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble.

Despite his fury, Mazast did not launch a military campaign, which would have been a grave mistake. Instead, he urged the enemy to take swift action.

Who knew that the pressure on the sheriff was increasing, with at least dozens of arsonists and vandals. Just when things were about to escalate, problems also arose at the slave camp used for sacrifices.

At first, Mazast thought they were just some of his fellow tribesmen with a soft heart, acting out of kindness to save slaves.

There are many such cases. The Mithril Clan has not been completely corrupted by the mind. There was an ancient civilization in this world that left behind a special defense mechanism that can delay the possibility of people being corrupted and infiltrated by higher-dimensional beings.

However, over the years, it's hard to say!

In conclusion, after some consideration, Mazast sent a few hundred dwarves as an emergency force to deal with the problem.

He thought he could crush all his enemies, but reality gave him a harsh slap in the face.

First, the sheriff at the port lost communication, then the slave camp was engulfed in flames and explosions, and communication there has been disrupted ever since the problem started.

Now, the small, elite mobile support units he dispatched are like people who have run into a spider web in the dark. The more they struggle, the more they are strangled and bleeding!

At this point, Mazast was furious to discover that the enemy's target was actually them, and that they had secretly carried out the plan to besiege the city and ambush reinforcements.

Those damned explosives were random, incredibly powerful, and like traps set by the most cunning hunters, they targeted the densest ranks of those supporting the dwarves.

The commanders at the front no longer dared to send their troops down the mountain to their deaths.

The soldiers also began to worry that they might be killed by bombs for no reason while on their way to provide support!

Mazast looked at the several circuitous routes marked on the map and asked, "What about Gilbert's side? His support troops are fine! Judging by the timeline, they should have been engaged in combat with the troublemakers by now. Why is there no movement at all?"

The adjutant glanced down at the magic watch on his wrist. The hands moved steadily on the dial, but his heart was far from at ease.

"Report: Gilbert has not sent any news yet! I'm afraid—"

Mazast's heart sank. Just as he was considering whether to send out a flying unit for reconnaissance, the dwarf's communications officer hurriedly returned with good news.

"Report! Gilbert just sent word that he's fighting with thousands of slaves."

"Very good, as soon as Gilbert's reinforcements arrive—"

"Report! Gilbert's reinforcements are under attack—losses—heavy losses, at risk of annihilation! Requesting reinforcements!!! Requesting reinforcements!!!"

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"Huge losses? Hiss—Oh no, this must be a well-organized enemy force! Damn it, who is this?!" Mazast slammed his fist on the map with a muffled thud.

"Contact Gilbert! Tell them to hold on, reinforcements are on their way!"

"Report: We can't get in touch with them!"

Mazast stared intently at the distant, flickering flames and the sounds of violent explosions, spitting out a few words through gritted teeth: "We can't wait any longer."

"Where's the air force? Send them out to scout! Also, deploy bombers to blow up the traps and roads ahead, destroy all the enemies who dare to ambush us!" he roared at the guards at the door. "The support troops must go down, we must destroy those powerful slaves! We can't wait any longer!"

"Sir, this is a residential area!"

"Compared to some civilians, the safety of Ningjing Port is more important, and they will understand the necessary sacrifices this time!"

Hearing such chilling words, the other dwarf commanders hesitated to speak.

Ultimately, the mission, which was expected to kill many of their compatriots, was assigned.

A moment later, an officer in charge of airspace control rushed in upon hearing the noise, looking troubled.

"Elder, the wind is too strong tonight. It's very risky for a gyroplane to take off in this kind of airflow. Our precious jewel is extremely valuable!"

"Precious?" Mazast's eyes instantly turned red. He grabbed the officer by the collar, practically lifting him up, spitting in his face. "Fool, are you just being soft-hearted?"

"Reporting, I am not being sentimental! The wind is indeed very strong tonight!"

Mazast raised his gun abruptly: "Our base is under attack! Our soldiers are being slaughtered! If we don't destroy those who are blocking our way, our fortress will be gone! And you're telling me airplanes are valuable?!"

The officer who didn't want to attack the residential area was eventually terrified when a gun was pointed at him. He didn't dare to say another word and ran off to relay the order after breaking free.

A few minutes later, a unique roar came from the helipad behind the fortress.

Engines powered by magic stones roared with a deep, powerful sound as several sturdy gyroplanes, covered in numerous runes, slowly rose into the air amidst beams of searchlight.

These war machines made by the dwarves are less like airplanes and more like heavy, winged flying tin cans, exuding a sense of ferocity and sturdiness.

Their only weakness is that they are too noisy!

It's much noisier than a small air motorcycle, and there are clearly significant problems with the propeller and engine.

Unbeknownst to them, shortly after these aircraft took off, the monitoring equipment that Lin Li had deployed in some surrounding areas immediately activated infrared target tracking, recording everything about the dwarf aircraft's flight attitude and speed.

The gyroplane formation flew through the gale towards the trap zone that was blocking the dwarven reinforcements.

After circling once, it adjusted its posture and swooped down towards the dark area below the mountain.

Da da da da————

The plane opened fire at an altitude of 300 meters, with the magic cannons under its nose spitting out long tongues of fire, the fire chains precisely sweeping across a jungle area where an explosion had occurred previously.

These expensive magical projectiles are powered by potions and explode upon impact.

Hundreds of fireballs instantly erupted from the ground, accompanied by extremely violent explosions.

The dwarf's plane, by sheer luck, detonated the array of intelligent minefields that were laid out in a row.

Immediately afterwards, several more bombs emitting eerie green flames were dropped from under the fuselage of the aircraft.

Boom! Boom!

When the bomb landed, it didn't explode into ordinary flames, but into clusters of green, malevolent fire that gnawed at everything around it, quickly igniting buildings and trees.

The green flames once again triggered the explosives that were lying in ambush there.

In an instant, a series of explosions rang out in that area, and the flames from the explosions turned half the night sky a ghastly green.

"Did the oil depot explode?"

"Damn it, why were there so many traps!" A dwarf exclaimed, sweat beading on his forehead.

"There are definitely a lot of enemies!"

"Are the sheriff and prosecutors all incompetent? How could they let so many enemies in?"

"By Gaizul! How many traps has the enemy laid here on our soil?"

Rumble—

Other dwarven bombers bombed again, clearing out the complicated security zone for them.

Although many dwarven residents were injured or killed as a result, just as their commander said, Tranquil Harbor is in great danger right now, and it is necessary to make the necessary sacrifices!

"Rush!"

"Long live Grimnir!"

On the fortress side, the dwarves who witnessed this scene through their telescopes erupted in thunderous cheers.

A slight smile finally appeared on Mazast's tense face.

His voice carried a triumphant gleam: "It seems these rats in the gutter are no match for our air power!"

With the aerial units providing fire reconnaissance and clearing, the dwarven troops who had been hiding behind cover and not moving began to advance rapidly toward the port and the even more distant slave pen.

They possess extraordinary courage, but are also incredibly intelligent! They exhibit unimaginable patience when facing a war that is unfavorable to them.

All departments made smooth progress, and the crisis seemed to be over, but Mazast remained agitated.

He turned to his adjutant, who had just finished organizing the intelligence: "How are things in each department now?"

The adjutant's expression was not as optimistic as the others: "Reporting to the elder, news has come from the port of Tranquil City that the fire and chaos have subsided considerably, but—the fighting at the slave camp is still ongoing."

"Report—Gilbert has been killed in action! His adjutant, Radja, has sent word that the thousands of slaves over there have all broken out of the camp! And—"

"And they used a lot of our weapons! A lot of them were weapons and equipment from the security forces! Some were even our own equipment."

"Thousands of slaves have all escaped? And they've obtained large quantities of the sheriff's and our weapons and equipment?"

Mazast's heart, which had just been at ease, jumped into his throat again. He snatched the battle report.

"How is this possible! The slave camp had several hundred soldiers, plus Gilbert's reinforcements; its defenses were impregnable. How could it have been breached so quickly?"

"Even a pig could defend against several Holy Hours, right?"

"Elder, it's like this—" The adjutant hesitated for a moment, but finally whispered back the description of the battle situation given by Radia.

Upon hearing the attackers identify themselves as Gazul, they mysteriously appeared at the dwarven slave camp. They easily dealt with the unarmored and unarmed guards inside.

Most importantly, the enemy, with their mortal bodies, withstood a volley of fire from the dwarves' musket squad, charged into the crowd, and wreaked havoc, even unleashing a large number of magical bombs in the process—

"hiss----"

After hearing this, Mazast felt a throbbing pain in his temples.

He rubbed his forehead in pain, a terrible thought flashing through his mind.

"Disguised as Gaizur, he must be one of those remaining Dove faction bastards! They haven't been completely exterminated yet."

"To withstand a magical fire attack—moving like the wind, and being the same size as an ordinary person—this is something no ordinary person could do; it's the work of a rune warrior! Yes, and they must be elites from other clans, perhaps even the monsters around the king!"

"Damn it, I told you to nip it in the bud!"

"By Gazul! Aren't all the rune warriors gathered in the sealed lands to kill the invading monsters from other worlds?"

Why are people from other clans here?

"Have we been exposed?"

The adjutant's face turned pale instantly: "Sir, you mean—our previous plan—"

This word struck Mazast's heart like a heavy hammer.

Everything the Mithril clans planned was based on secrecy.

In their view, the spacetime rift sealed off their gateway to their home planet and ancestral land.

Once that place is opened, they can return to their ancestors and to their home planet.

There, they will be bathed again in the glory of their ancestors and the gods, instead of praying ten thousand times and perhaps receiving a reward only once or twice.

The gods on the other side of the spacetime rift generously supported them and filled in the gaps in the dwarves' lost knowledge.

Only ancestors and the gods they worshipped would be so generous.

Therefore, the ancestor must be on the other side of the spacetime rift!

However, there are too many stubborn people in this world.

Those guys believe they're blocking out evil.

Damn it, they're the ones who are the evil minions!

At this very moment, before the spacetime rift opens, if they are exposed, what awaits them is an attack by other dwarven clans, the madness of the elves, and the utter destruction of these chosen ones of the gods.

"Contact Rice immediately!" Mazast's voice trembled slightly with fear and anger. "Tell him not to wait any longer, to speed things up! Tranquil Harbor has been attacked, and things here probably won't stay hidden for much longer!"

"good!"

"Send another force—have Linus take 500 elite troops there, and also mobilize the rune-armored troops and magic cannon troops to provide support!"

"yes!"

"Tell Linus to be wary of the enemy's diversionary tactic! Exercise extreme caution during the march."

Under normal circumstances, Mazast would certainly not want to send troops, as this would lead to piecemeal tactics.

However, the enemy's foothold was unstable at this moment, and the sheriff had already begun to deal with the chaos in the city, and the results were very good.

Since there are no enemy attacks near the port, they only need to destroy the elite troops that released the slave soldiers, and then they will take the initiative in this battle.

"yes!"

The heavy gates of the fortress creaked and groaned once more as a large number of dwarves marched out in perfect unison.

Their heavy armor clashed with a dull metallic clang that blended into the night as they began their rapid march toward the direction of the battle between the port slaves.

Two groups of heavily armed sentries riding Gru beasts were quickly separated from the troops and began to scout out enemy positions ahead.

By this point, the impregnable fortress had sent out reinforcements of over a thousand men.

A few kilometers away, Lin Li looked at the long, winding dragon in the distance, a silent smile playing on his lips.

One by one, the fish emerged from their nest.

"This ugliness is unbearable!"

"Not exciting enough! A grand celebration needs more performers!"

Lin Li muttered the unintelligible lines under his breath, treating it as a prelude to the grand feast to come.

He didn't rush to make a move. His eyes were fixed on the composition of the dwarf army, and his brain was working at high speed, looking for a flaw that would allow him to perfectly blend in and gather intelligence.

Patience is the best hunter.

If we really can't find an opportunity, then we can only change our approach and just flip the table, knocking down all those tin can-like aircraft in the sky so that the enemy can't support Pangule Fortress!

The wait was worthwhile.

Lin Li's attention was quickly drawn to some of the special forces among the troops that had been dispatched.

Besides the rune-armored troops whose armor had more and more ornate runes and looked formidable, and the magic cannon squad dragging menacing cannon barrels, there were also a dozen or so particularly eye-catching behemoths.

This was the first time Lin Li had ever seen such a large creature!

Those looked like heavy runic mechanical armor worn by dwarves. The armor was nearly two meters tall, making the dwarves' already sturdy figures look like mobile fortresses.

The gray-brown mechanical armor was incredibly thick, and as it moved, visible runes flowed across its surface. The joints were exceptionally precise, allowing these heavily armored cans to move without any sense of clumsiness, but rather with an incongruous agility.

What Lin Li found even more interesting was that behind these heavy armors, the air was slightly distorted, and faintly hot air currents were spewing out.

"What kind of energy-powered power armor? Dwarves actually have this kind of advanced technology?"

Lin Li became interested; the technology these dwarves possessed seemed even more outrageous than he had anticipated.

"The technology behind this can definitely be adopted by humans!"

Don't be fooled by the fact that Lin Li was disguised as a Space Marine when he destroyed the spacetime rift inhabited by green-skinned orcs.

However, his outfit was actually just for show.

The spacetime source can change its appearance into any form, but these forms are merely superficial.

Lin Li relies on the powerful physique of his projected clones, as well as the technological products he DIYs using human exoskeletons and time-space energy.

That thing can provide protection, but it's far less technologically advanced than these sophisticated dwarven runic armors.

"When we're gathering intelligence later, we must capture a few more rune-equipped heavy mechs and give them to the academy so they can study them!"

He checked that some of the video cameras he had set up were still recording, and only after confirming that every detail of these heavy armored units had been recorded did he breathe a sigh of relief.

This is also invaluable intelligence.

After the initial joy, Lin Li thought of the dwarf prisoners and slaves of various races he had just released.

Lin Li was immediately conflicted.

Once the freed slaves and dwarf captives were equipped with weapons, they became quite formidable in combat and displayed commendable courage.

But if they were to face a well-organized dwarven force equipped with artillery, they would probably be crushed into mincemeat within two charges.

It seems I'll have to get involved myself.

Those dwarven captives and dwarven slaves were key figures in the pioneering team's future disruption of the dwarves, and even the Mithril Clan.

With them, the pioneering team will not lack a sense of justice, and can do things openly and honestly.

The words of the living victims are even more powerful!

Lin Li's eyes gleamed, and a plan quickly took shape in his mind.

Soon, the blue light flashed and disappeared, and Lin Li's figure vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, his figure was already several kilometers away on a hillside with a wide-open view.

The mountains here are towering and offer a wide view, enough to see the route that the dwarf reinforcements must take below.

In the distance, the dwarves' uniquely designed propeller planes buzzed and circled near the slave soldiers' battlefield, likely inflicting heavy casualties on the struggling slave soldiers and dwarf prisoners.

"Aerial target: 3.8 kilometers!"

Ground target: 4.6 kilometers!

A perfect ambush point.

Lin Li calmly pulled up a camouflage net to cover himself and his equipment, and then took out several dark metal tubes from his personal space.

This includes the new Arrow anti-tank weapon, whose payload and destructive power rival those of nuclear weapons, as well as some anti-aircraft weapons.

Seeing that the dwarven army reinforcements were about to arrive, he quickly prepared three launchers.

The device that was quickly set up was a "big treasure"—a single explosive device weighing 15 kilograms, but with an explosive power comparable to 750 kilograms of high explosives.

With Lin Li's maneuvering, the three deadly weapons aimed at the attack area and entered a ready-to-fire state.

He coldly observed the marching ranks of the dwarf troops below through the high-magnification scope, his finger lightly stroking the trigger.

Ultimately, Lin Li chose to launch anti-aircraft missiles into the sky first!

Lin Li uses a smart locking system.

Once locked on by radar, it can launch six anti-aircraft missiles at once.

However, using it to deal with these biplane propeller planes from the last century is a bit too much of a waste.

Three streaks of fire rose into the sky in succession.

Lin Li, without even looking back, turned to the anti-tank weapons that had already been set up at the ground attack points. After aiming for a moment, he also pressed the switches of one anti-tank weapon after another.

Five kilometers away, the dwarf commander Linus was leading his troops at full speed.

His heavy runic armor was far superior to that of ordinary soldiers, with runes shimmering and constantly flashing, demonstrating his extraordinary status.

"Commander Linus, we must speed things up! The slave soldiers' attack is fierce, they can't hold on much longer!" an adjutant urged anxiously.

He has brothers there, and he wants to go and help them!

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"Stop the rush!" Linus snapped back, his gruff voice echoing through the armor. "This might be a trap set by the enemy, a strategy of besieging a stronghold and ambushing reinforcements. We need to be careful of ambushes! If we fall into an ambush, are you going to take responsibility?"

"This is—" The adjutant dared not say any more.

Linus glanced at the distant bombing raids and laughed, "With air power bombing, the enemy should be the ones worried!"

It's only 5 kilometers from here to the battlefield where the slave soldiers are. If we launch a full-speed raid, we can get there very quickly.

But no one dared to disobey the orders given by the elder Mazast before sending out his troops.

In reality, everyone suspected that the enemy's real target was the fortress itself, and that the attack on the slave soldiers was merely a decoy.

Therefore, Linus's troops could only remain vigilant, and their speed was naturally slow.

It was this caution that gave Lin Li ample time to make arrangements.

Just as the heavily armed force passed through a high pass, a sharp-eyed dwarf sentry in the ranks suddenly pointed to the sky to the side.

"What is that thing?"

"Three little dots—why do they look like they're still smoking?"

Then, to their utter bewilderment, the three dwarf planes that had been ravaging the sky were caught up by these three tiny dots.

Then, amidst a flash of light, the dwarf's plane crashed directly into the ground with a mournful cry.

The planes looked normal, but the explosions just now clearly posed a deadly threat to the dwarf pilots and propellers.

Several twin-decker propeller planes that had been swaggering around just moments before were completely destroyed by the bomb!

Just as these dwarves were gradually gathering on the ground, some of them noticed new plumes of smoke flying towards them.

"No! Enemy attack!"

"Defense! Activate the Fortitude Rune!"

Linus, who was in the middle of the group, was an elite commander. After being shocked, he immediately roared out the order.

A piercing scream shattered the silence of the dwarf soldiers who were watching the explosion in the air.

All departments hurriedly made preparations.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

A distance of five kilometers is almost instantaneous for the Arrow anti-tank weapon, which has an initial speed of 150 meters per second and can reach up to four times the speed of sound.

From the moment the dwarves spotted these increasingly larger black dots to the moment they reached the front lines, they had less than two seconds to react.

The dwarf's shout of "enemy attack!" took a second.

hum!

The heavily armored canned soldiers at the forefront reacted the fastest. They roared and slammed their massive tower shields into the ground. The runes on their armor and shields were instantly activated, and thick light curtains connected to form a dazzling energy barrier.

They have absolute confidence in their clan's runic technology, and they dare to withstand even the breath of a dragon for dozens of breaths!

These dwarves' heavily armored, tin-canned weapons can withstand direct fire from machine guns and heavy machine guns. If they encounter modern troops—no, even fully armed modern troops—once they get close, they're simply doomed.

Their runic armor can easily withstand damage from low-yield grenades and explosives. Their only weaknesses are their joints, helmet eyes, and breathing holes.

The confident dwarf warrior even thought that once he survived this wave of attacks, he would immediately have the magic cannon troops lock onto the source of the attack and blast the cowardly rats into dust!

But the powerful magic cans forgot that they were, after all, flesh and blood.

The next second, reality slapped him hard in the face.

Three anti-tank missiles, almost simultaneously, struck the runic shield of the tank in a triangular formation with pinpoint accuracy.

There was no earth-shattering noise, only three sharp "whoosh" sounds that pierced the eardrums.

Immediately following was a blinding white light capable of devouring everything—

It was equivalent to more than two tons of high explosives detonating simultaneously in the center of the formation; the scene was beyond devastating.

The terrifying shockwave from the explosion, carrying intense heat, first destroyed their runic shields, then easily crushed and pulverized their internal organs and heads.

After the three mushroom clouds dissipated, nine of the dozen or so dwarven heavy armored canneries that were the primary targets were killed on the spot. The remaining two were not targeted because they had to protect Commander Linus.

But at this moment they are also in a phase where they exhale more and inhale less.

Death is only a matter of time!

As for the ordinary dwarf soldiers, their proud rune armor was no match for the violent shockwave caused by the three points of white light. Although their heavy shields and armor withstood the explosion, they were still flesh and blood after all!

A 750-kilogram explosive charge can easily create a crater several meters wide on the ground, with a lethal radius starting at 50 meters. If it lands on a tank, it can easily turn a tank weighing several thousand tons into rubble.

When the deadly shockwave struck the dwarf's joints, eyes, skull, and other vulnerable points, the dwarf couldn't withstand it for even a millisecond before being hit by the shockwave.

Many unfortunate souls whose rune armor was not activated were instantly torn apart.

Countless dwarf limbs were splattered with blood mist by the powerful shockwave.

The dwarf soldiers on the periphery were like toys swept by the giant's hand, being tossed into the air in large numbers. Some inferior armor was easily torn into twisted scrap metal, and severed limbs mixed with scorching metal fragments turned into a rain of steel and blood, crashing down on them.

"BOOM—!!!"

The belated thunder finally rolled in, shaking the entire earth.

Linus was lucky; protected by the heavily armored bald dwarf and his own rune armor, he wasn't killed instantly, but he was thrown more than ten meters by the blast wave and crashed heavily to the ground.

Blood was flowing from his eyes, mouth, and nose. Despite the pain, he pulled out a metal bottle, checked that the contents were intact, and quickly poured the contents into his mouth.

Then, visible to the naked eye, Linus's veins and blood vessels bulged out, and the bleeding from the corner of his eye stopped quickly.

After drinking the life-saving potion, he scrambled to his feet, panting, ignoring the dust covering his body and the ringing in his ears, and stared blankly ahead.

The mighty and imposing dwarven support force has been decimated!

The most conspicuous sight ahead are several terrifying giant pits, more than 30 meters apart and over ten meters in diameter, with edges still vitrifying.

His troops, including his most prized elite heavily armored mechanical rune-armored warriors and hundreds of elite dwarves, were almost all lying on the ground.

Linus looked around and saw only scorched earth and ruins.

The explosion killed at least two hundred clan warriors on the spot.

This was only because the dwarves' marching formations were habitually loose; otherwise, the casualties would have been even greater.

He opened his mouth, his throat as dry as if it had been sanded, trying to give a command, but only managed to squeeze out a "hoarse" sound like a broken bellows.

The most elite heavy warriors are gone, the rune technology he was so proud of has become a joke, and the team he led is finished.

Just then, another mutation occurred.

Another streak of fire flew in.

Boom—

It didn't come from afar, but from behind Linus's formation!

The dwarven army's marching column of magic cannons, which they were dragging, was ignited by this high-explosive bomb.

The scorching explosive material, along with magic stone powder, caused the flammable and explosive exploding shells and ammunition to explode violently!

Clusters of orange-red fireballs shot into the sky, and violent energy turbulence, carrying metal fragments, swept indiscriminately in all directions.

The surviving dwarf soldiers, who had just recovered from the first wave of attacks, were blasted into a frenzy by the fire from behind, their screams echoing throughout the battlefield.

Linus felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

The last thing he saw in his field of vision was a huge black object spinning and flying towards him with a sharp whooshing sound!

What is that?

No----

Linus's last gaze fell upon that twisted, deformed piece of metal, still billowing black smoke.

That's—the barrel of a magic cannon!

He died from his own men's cannon fire.

The last thing left on the dwarf commander's face was endless resentment.

On the other side, a few kilometers away, on a mountain ridge.

Lin Li slowly put down the telescope, folded up the several uniquely shaped joint missile launch tubes, and put them back into his storage space.

"Three aircraft, at least ten heavy cans of supplies in the first batch, plus over two hundred additional supplies, have destroyed the dwarven artillery unit in the second operation. A good result. The slave soldiers should be safe for now!"

"It's a pity we can't go and collect canned specimens to study their technology yet!"

Although there was some regret, Lin Li didn't care.

Because there will be plenty of opportunities in the future!

A slight ripple spread across the blue space, and the towering figures disappeared on the mountain ridge.

When he reappeared, he was atop another mountain overlooking the tranquil harbor.

Without pausing, he pulled out several oddly shaped large loudspeakers one after another from his storage space. These loudspeakers were from an unknown source—

Made of a famous metal, its surface is engraved with a complex amplification array.

Lin Li skillfully placed them one by one on the edge of the cliff, adjusted the angle, aimed them at the tranquil harbor below the mountain, and then placed a timed alchemical bomb under each speaker.

After doing all this, he pressed the main switch.

After a piercing buzz of electricity, a deafening roar echoed throughout the tranquil harbor.

"Important news! The Mithril Clan's rebellious ancestor has been bewitched by an evil higher-dimensional being and has begun to worship an evil god!"

"Listen, dwarves of the Mithril Clan! Your chieftains and elders have been corrupted by the Outer Gods! They're using you as cannon fodder to die!"

"Human reinforcements will arrive soon as promised. Don't panic, they are all reinforcements! Friendly forces! Our own people!"

"The corrupt members of the Mithril Clan!"

"The spirit of our ancestors, Gazul, has descended! The great one has brought down punishment!"

"Everyone, turn back before it's too late! Stop being a lackey of evil gods!"

Lin Li followed suit, installing a set of loudspeakers on several mountain peaks around Ningjing Port as a propaganda tool.

In an instant, the entire tranquil harbor was completely engulfed by this bewitching sound.

Inside the port, whether it was the Mithril Clan dwarves who were worried about the chaos of the night, or the other clans of dwarves who were trading here, they all looked up in astonishment at the source of the sound.

The way some people looked at their fellow Mithril Clan members had subtly changed.

The seeds of chaos have been sown.

Next, we'll see how it takes root and grows, first throwing the entire Mithril Clan into chaos, and then dragging the Dwarves into the quagmire of internal strife!