Chapter 1881: Chapter 613: Natural Disaster or Man-made Catastrophe?
The red sun rises in the east, chaotic clouds pass by swiftly.
The Donau Wasteland where the alfalfa flowers bloom spreads like a transparent gem, flowing purple under the midsummer sun.
Fluffy dandelions twirl in the wind, accumulating into thick clouds, swaying with the airflow across the sky, drifting to the distance.
Above this wild and vibrant green field, the steaming Zeppelin Aircraft and the Phantom Beast flapping its fleshy wings were poised for battle; the Summer Palace guards’ keen eyes tightly locked onto the junction between the Primitive Ancient Origin and the Southern Cross Star Forest not far away.
This endless green forest line sharpens every gaze to a gleaming brightness.
In the swaying world, a peculiar tranquility, the towering ancient trees like aged giants, squeezed out thunderous roars amidst slow swaying and twisting.
The harsh, ear-piercing sound of wood rubbing, screams, and the sounds of flesh separating and bones shattering engulfed the entire Southern Cross Star Forest.
The sea of grass on the wasteland rolled like waves, a thick smell of blood wafted with the Andes wind to the distance. In the adjacent green forest belt, a vast number of Netherworld Beasts staggered out from the jungle amidst the loud “crash” of falling trees and flying dust, a scene of chaos and apocalypse.
The Golden Dragon Knight Lampard, Beckham the leader of the Taibao Regiment, and Nedved, the top tough guy of the Red Earth Highland, shouted in unison, overpowering all other sounds; the “Perfume Hyacinth” clipped by their temples had extremely powerful amplification features, allowing every subordinate to hear the command without them having to strain their throats.
The fact that some remnant Underworld Clan army may flee to the wasteland from the forest is entirely expected, after all, this Underworld Clan army is seven hundred thousand strong. The forest’s boundary consists of relatively younger trees, with their diameters and heights, it’s naturally unlikely to completely annihilate the fierce Netherworld Beasts dwelling below, hiding from the sun.
Yet, regardless of everything, most Netherworld Beasts, especially those with high combat power, still reside within the dense foliage, sunlight-blocking interiors of the forest, where the trees are mighty giants embraced by tens of men; in the dense sea of trees’ center, apart from the superb Super Rank Dark Beasts capable of flight, most leg-walking Netherworld Beasts’ fate is seemingly sealed!
This is everyone’s first close encounter with the terrifying “Forest Wrath,” the spectacular scenery hurriedly recorded by several madams’ Crystal Tiwi, with only Tan Ya muttering incomprehensible strange words about the wildlife protection laws with a pale face.
It’s unexpected how seemingly harmless, peaceful trees, once ignited, have such frightening power and destructive force!
In the face of the Southern Cross Star Forest’s fury, the bloodthirsty Netherworld Beasts and powerful magic seem small and fragile, truly pitiable; under the entanglement of gigantic, twisted roots of massive girths, forty meters long, the flesh of Netherworld Beasts became akin to sheets of paper, instantly crushed into muddy nutrients, pressed into the soft soil.
Shaking off the shock, wiping away the cold sweat, the warriors of the Summer Palace Guard grasp their feathered arrows, flanged guns, and flying blades, wielding magic wands, Augustus Staffs, and magical items, ready for aerial coverage–high above dealing with these non-flying Netherworld Beasts is another kind of gratifying trampling.
“Whether you’re a pilot of the aircraft or a Phantom Beast Knight, please watch your flying altitude, don’t let these Netherworld Beasts’ magic hit you! I forbid any showy flying tricks, nor lowering altitude to showcase your courage!” Rovi, the chief of staff’s resonant command echoed in every Summer Palace guard’s ear: “Advance, wipe out these remnant scraps of the Underworld Clan right here on this wilderness!”
The site of hundreds of kilometers of forest line at vision range revealed continuous emergences of Netherworld Beasts quickly reaching three to four thousand, increasingly growing; though this number is trivial compared to the Underworld Clan army’s seven hundred thousand total, their bulky stature and fierce appearance scattered even over such a long forest line remain intensely concentrated and fearsome.
The unshielded sunlight covering these Netherworld Beasts instantly scorched blisters and blemishes all over.
Grape-like scabs, toxic rashes oozing pus erupted on their surfaces like ignited small volcanoes one after another.
“Hold the attack levels well, don’t rush in causing duplicate strikes and wasting firepower!” The boss lady Daisy, holding the Ancient Power Fire Gun in one hand, and inspecting the entire battle line with the Eagle Eye old lenses with the other, reminded again. This text is hosted at novelFirｅ.net
“Here! Use these arrows.” Rovi handed Sheva and Lentini two full quivers of Lace explosive arrows, then broke open the overseer box of the Sacred Beetle Jump Crossbow, inspected the shiny, sharp cross blades facing the sunlight, then stuffed them back into the guide’s shot slot, “click” stepping on the string with his foot.
Dozens of Zeppelin Aircraft sounded their steam whistles, forming a plum blossom-shaped large assault formation with the Phantom Beast Air Force, “rumbling” advancing; the burly, muscular mammoths swung their bone hammers, pounding fiery war drums, at this moment, the warriors’ souls and blood would ignite, the ancestral military songs reverberating through the universe, shredding the floating clouds of the sky.