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"Hidden backup power!"

"start up!!!"

The green wolf's body suddenly lit up. It wasn't an ordinary energy glow, but a blinding, scorching white light that seemed to burn itself through.

Starting from its chest, the cracks spread outwards, as if something inside was desperately trying to squeeze out.

"Scatter!" Abaddon roared, his voice cracking.

But it was too late.

boom--!

The shockwave from the explosion instantly tore the surrounding knights to shreds, and even those knights further away had their armor pierced by the shrapnel.

Even Abaddon was knocked to the ground by the blast wave.

The flames exploded on the gray wilderness, like a fleeting flower.

Ron, riding on Margaret's back, saw the ball of fire from the air.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

"Get down!"

Margaret swooped down, her silvery-white figure drawing an arc in the gray sky.

"Bang!!!"

The aftershocks of the explosion had just subsided when Ron jumped off the dragon's back.

A large crater, about ten meters in diameter, appeared in the gray wilderness. The soil around the edge was charred black and was still smoking.

Fragments of the knight's tattered armor lay scattered on the ground, some still stained with blood. The wounded groaned, while the survivors remained dazed.

Abadon knelt on the ground, covered in blood with half of his intestines hanging out.

He looked up at Ron, his lips trembling.

"My lord... I was careless."

Ron remained silent with a gloomy face.

He strode over, knelt down, and lifted the armor of a heavily wounded knight.

His abdomen was hit by a shard, his armor was pierced, and blood was gushing out.

He frowned and took out a large amount of healing potions from his spatial bracelet.

They pried open the knight's mouth and poured the contents in. The wound healed at a visible speed, and the knight's breathing went from weak to steady.

One bottle. Two bottles. Three bottles...

The other surviving knights also received medical treatment until all the seriously wounded were out of danger.

"How many casualties?" Ron stood up, his voice strained.

Hart walked over, his face pale:

"Duke, 33 dead, 14 seriously wounded, and 37 lightly wounded. Those who died were all... closest to the explosion point."

Ron remained silent for a few moments.

Two hundred men, against a lone reconnaissance team of just over thirty, managed to achieve a one-to-one kill ratio.

Although most of it was caused by the self-destruction of the last green wolf beast.

But this result was unacceptable to Ron.

Through this encounter, Ron also gained a more direct understanding of these mechanical beasts.

These black wolf beasts are generally of mid-level squire strength, and their combat power is even higher than that of knights.

They're all tough nuts to crack; they're not easy to defeat.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Treat the seriously wounded with healing potions, and save everyone who can be saved. Let the medics treat the lightly wounded. Collect the bodies of the fallen and take them back. Don't leave them here."

"Yes."

Ron walked to the edge of the pit and looked at the charred soil and scattered metal fragments at the bottom.

After the Green Wolf Beast self-destructed, its mechanical body was blown to pieces, leaving only a few blackened fragments in the crater, still emitting smoke.

He bent down and picked up a piece of metal. The metal surface was still warm, but it didn't have any special patterns; it was just a piece of shattered iron.

"A backup hidden energy source..."

Ron read the sentence aloud, his lips twitching slightly, but he couldn't manage a smile.

He had previously learned from intelligence that these mechanical beasts had a special method of self-destruction.

But I didn't know it would be in this form.

Moreover, this green wolf was far too decisive.

This caused Ron to not react immediately.

Hart, seeing the Grand Duke's gloomy expression, hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

"Say whatever you want to say."

"My lord, this kind of self-destruction... could it be something only advanced mechanical beasts can do?" Hart carefully chose his words.

"Those ordinary black mechanical beasts just died instantly when they were killed; they didn't self-destruct. This green one has paintwork, so..."

Ron thought about it and agreed. The mechanical beast corpses he had smuggled before were all ordinary black, and the corpses were all intact.

It's possible that only those with paint schemes possessed the ability to self-destruct.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing this. If all the mechanical beasts self-destructed when they couldn't win, then there would be no way to fight them.

The losses will be far beyond imagination.

Currently, only painted mechanical beasts can self-destruct, and it seems there's a considerable amount of preparation time involved.

If we're careful, it can still be avoided.

Ron didn't want to be fighting someone when suddenly the other person came after him, yelling for backup hidden energy.

"Have the scouts keep watch," Ron said.

"From now on, keep your distance from any painted mechanical beasts. Try not to give them a chance to catch their breath. Inform all teams and pass this rule on."

"Yes."

The team regrouped and continued their advance.

The wounded were taken to the small garden to rest, which was convenient and did not affect the march.

After marching for several more days, the Silver Dragon Knights finally arrived at the Black Wolf Beast's territory.

This place is a huge, barren mountain range.

There are countless rugged valleys inside, and the Black Wolf Clan lives in these valleys.

The terrain was too complicated, so Ron did not proceed rashly.

But you can't avoid a fight just because you want to. Just as Ron ordered the camp to be set up...

Nearly a thousand black wolf beasts emerged from a mountain ridge, led by a purple wolf beast.

These black wolf beasts stood on the mountain ridge, maintaining their wolf form without transforming.

Pipes rose up behind them, aimed at the people in the valley.

The Silver Dragon Knights had never seen this before, but Ron was quite familiar with it.

Isn't that a Gatling gun?

"Everyone! Shields up!!" Ron shouted.

Upon hearing the Grand Duke's command, his men raised their shields as if by reflex, without the slightest hesitation.

It was this decisiveness that saved their lives.

The black wolves on the mountain have opened fire!

"Da da da..."

A barrage of bullets rained down on the Knights like a curtain of light.

Bullets struck the group, but fortunately they were protected by shields and armor.

The casualties weren't too great. Those who didn't have time to raise their shields could still use their battle aura to defend themselves and barely withstand a few bullets.

Margaret and Ron were the ones receiving special attention.

The rain of bullets aimed at Margaret seemed to converge into beams of light.

The bullet hit Margaret's scales and bounced off immediately.

But there were just too many of them, and some of them were eyeing Margaret's eyes.

Margaret was getting annoyed by the barrage of bullets. She spread her wings, took flight, and headed straight for the black wolf beast on the mountain ridge.

Frosty Breath followed closely behind, freezing more than a dozen black wolf beasts in mid-air with a single breath.

The leading purple wolf beast had come to launch a surprise attack, and now that the attack was complete, it didn't linger for further combat.

With a wolf howl, the entire Black Wolf Beast force quickly retreated.

They maintained their wolf-like forms, forming groups of a dozen or so, and dispersed into various valleys.

They disappeared in an instant, and Ron, in the air, had no good options but to watch the squads kill each other.

But in the end, they only managed to capture thirty or forty of them, and then the main force of the Black Wolf Beasts disappeared without a trace.

When Ron returned to the camp, he tallied the losses and found that his side had suffered over two hundred casualties in the Black Wolf Beast raid.

Although only twenty or thirty died, the others who were seriously injured could only be saved with healing medicine!

If this continues, even the essence Ron has saved up for two years won't be enough to keep up with this extravagance.

These black wolf beasts are really troublesome!

It can withstand attacks and deal damage, with both melee and ranged attacks, and can even self-destruct if it can't win.

If it weren't for the blessing of the world, Ron would have really wanted to back out.

But now that we're in another world, there's no way to retreat, so we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.