I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

The steel colossus slammed its fist into the side armor of the mech.

It smashed a deep dent.

Electric sparks shot out from the crack.

The mecha took a few steps back.

The right-hand cannon was aimed at the head of the steel colossus and fired wildly.

The spent cartridge cases poured out like a waterfall.

It made a clanging sound as it hit the mud at their feet.

The head of the steel colossus was smashed.

The massive body crashed to the ground.

But the beam transmitter in its arm was still running before it collapsed.

The last dark red beam grazed the side of the cockpit.

They burned a fist-sized hole in the bulkhead.

Then came the third wave.

Skeleton warhorses and skeleton knights.

They charged in silence.

There were no hisses, no battle cries.

The only sound was the cracking of bones hitting bones.

The sound echoed across the battlefield.

It's like Death is knocking on the spine of every living person.

The knight held a rusty spear and a scimitar in his hands.

Burning hoofprints were left where the horse trampled.

They are incredibly fast.

The front-line infantry hadn't even had time to set up their shield wall yet.

The skeletal knights had already charged into the position.

The spear pierced the shield.

Piercing through a bulletproof vest.

Piercing the ribs.

A soldier was pinned to the ground.

A scimitar slashes horizontally.

The heads of two artillerymen who were loading shells flew into the air.

A gap has appeared in the defense line.

The commander ordered the reserve force to take over.

But where are the reserves?

The flank has been severely damaged.

The fire support position was swept away by the Gorgon's mental shockwave.

The artillerymen collapsed beside their gun carriages, bleeding from all seven orifices.

The communication channel was filled with hoarse shouts and jumbled static.

The third line of defense has been breached.

The entire armored company was wiped out.

The mech unit has three units left.

The three teams are still fighting.

Cerberus has arrived.

Those enormous figures burst forth from the crack.

It's bigger than a tank.

The three heads respectively spew fire, frost, and venom.

A flame swept across the battlefield.

Dozens of soldiers were reduced to charred remains.

A layer of frost froze half of the mortar position.

The gunner was frozen into an ice sculpture.

A stream of venom was spilled onto the wounded man's stretcher.

The wounded and medics turned into white smoke within seconds.

The entire battlefield has become a meat grinder.

Humanity's defenses are collapsing in large sections.

People are dying every second.

There are all sorts of bizarre ways to die.

It was bitten to pieces, torn apart, melted, and crushed.

It was burned to ashes and frozen into ice.

His internal organs were shattered by an invisible spiritual force.

He was thrown from a height of tens of meters and smashed into a bloody pulp.

Then Grade A arrived.

The Abyss Lord slowly emerged from the rift.

A humanoid figure, dressed in heavy black armor.

There was no face under the helmet.

Only two eerie green flames were burning.

He held a giant sword taller than a person in his right hand.

The sword was burning with eerie green flames.

With each step it takes.

The ground beneath their feet turned scorched black.

A superhuman captain went to meet them.

He had served in three different war zones.

He has killed over a hundred calamities.

Medals covered his chest.

The Abyss Lord swung his sword.

The captain's superpowered shield shattered like a soap bubble.

His body was cut in half at the waist.

His upper body flew out and landed on the still-burning wreckage of the tank.

Its eyes were still open, and its mouth was still moving.

It's like a shout to keep pushing.

Everyone on the defensive line knew at that moment.

They won't live to see tomorrow's sun.

Then came the S-class.

Its appearance silenced the entire battlefield for more than three seconds.

The sounds of gunfire ceased at that moment.

The screams also disappeared.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily drawn to the crack.

What emerged first was a bony wing that blotted out the sky.

It is so large that it can be unfolded high in the sky.

The shadow cast by the shadows covered the entire defensive line.

Then came the second one.

Then there's its whole body.

That was a dragon.

A giant skeletal dragon that has been dead for countless millennia but is still active.

The bones were jet black.

It was darker than the deepest night.

Two blood-red flames burned in his eye sockets.

Countless distorted human faces were churning inside.

A heart that was still beating was hanging in my chest.

Every heartbeat.

The dark red lightning surrounding the skeletal dragon became even more ferocious.

Every heartbeat.

Everyone felt that death was one step closer to them.

It hasn't flown down yet.

It simply hovered above the crack.

The stones on the ground began to crack.

Those crushed skulls.

The wreckage of weapons destroyed by the explosion.

Soil soaked in blood.

All of them slowly rose into the air under that oppressive force.

We've lost weight.

The three old people came out at that time.

The man from Daxia was wearing a faded gray cloth robe.

She was wearing a pair of cloth shoes.

White hair as white as snow.

But his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He took a step forward, and his figure grew several inches taller.

Each step felt like walking on air.

A pale golden Bagua pattern appeared beneath his feet.

With each rotation, his aura doubled.

When they reached the dragon.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was gathering into his body.

He struck out with both palms.

The two palm strikes transformed into the phantom images of two golden dragons.

It roared and crashed into the head of the skeletal dragon.

It was blasted back several hundred meters.

The entire battlefield erupted in cheers.

Some people are crying, some are shouting.

Someone used their last bit of strength to throw a punch at the sky.

Then another S-class creature emerged from the rift.

It was a woman.

She is extremely beautiful.

She was wearing a blood-red long dress.

Barefoot, with long hair reaching her ankles.

With each step, a blood-red lotus flower blooms beneath one's feet.

She reached out her hand to the old man.

A gentle clench of the five fingers.

The Bagua-shaped aura surrounding the old man began to tremble violently.

Something inside the body was crushed.

His body swayed.

He glanced back at the young soldiers behind him who were clutching their battle flags and refusing to let go.

With his last ounce of strength, he stepped into the void.

Golden ripples spread outwards.

It shattered more than a dozen Class A Calamities that were attacking its flanks.

When he fell down.

The flank held.

Sakurai Chiyo stepped forward.

He was wearing a faded, worn-out Taoist robe.

Holding the imperial coin, his white hair was as white as snow.

Hundreds of talismans flew out from his sleeves, blotting out the sky.

Block off all the woman in the red dress's path.

The old man Bodhi used the remaining rosary beads to seal the joints of the skeletal dragon.

The dragon and the woman were trapped in the sealing formation for less than thirty seconds.

The woman in the red dress flicked her index finger.

The wall of talismans burned together.

The dragon's breath sent the old man flying.

Sakurai used his last bit of spiritual power to set up three barriers in front of him.

Protect the apprentice priestesses behind them.

Dragon's Breath turned her royal coin and her people to ashes.

The old man with the Bodhi seed slapped the rosary, which was mostly broken, into his chest.

Then he charged between the skeletal dragon and the woman in the red dress.

He detonated himself.

All three veterans were killed in action.

Only hundreds of thousands of young soldiers under the age of twenty and apprentice priestesses remained in front of the defensive line.

The skeletal dragon lowered its head.

The heart inside my chest was pounding louder than a war drum.

The woman in the red dress raised her hand.

Fingertips aimed at the defense line.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

A dark red blade of light cleaved through the dark red sky.

Clouds, lightning, and the shadow of dragon wings that blot out the sky.

Everything was torn apart by this one cut.

The skeletal dragon's head was severed from its neck.

The enormous dragon head, beyond the limits of human comprehension, tumbled several times in the air.

It crashed into the ruins at the edge of the battlefield.