This battle was a game of mutual probing and tactical maneuvering.
In the end, the attacking side was the first to lose its patience.
They were the first to make a move.
The massive casualties among the wolf riders were something the Duchy of Reny could not afford under any circumstances.
Each of those frost wolves and knights had cost a vast amount of gold coins and resources, requiring years of training.
They had been nurtured from a very young age.
Among them, the frost wolves consumed the most resources.
These creatures were absolute gluttons.
Just the magical beast meat they consumed from childhood to adulthood during training was already more expensive than training a full-fledged knight.
It could be said that losing even one was like chipping away at the very foundation the Duchy of Reny had built over many years.
For this reason, in the original war plans, a mage regiment should have first conducted a wave of area-of-effect bombardment.
Then, the infantry would wear down the enemy.
Finally, these precious wolf knights, blessed and protected by clerics, would be sent in to harvest the battlefield.
This was designed to minimize the losses of these precious, high-tier units as much as possible.
However...
The situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly.
He watched as these wolf knights lost their lives wave after wave.
Under Robo's taunts, Renn could finally no longer contain himself.
He was the one who had issued the order for the wolf riders to probe the enemy.
If the losses were too severe, even a final victory would be hollow.
It would surely leave an indelible stain on his record.
He might even lose the title of Duke that was supposed to be passed down to him.
Thus, upon arriving at the battlefield, Renn immediately unleashed his fastest and most frenzied attacks.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
The scalp-numbing, dense sound of air being torn apart echoed continuously.
As the wyvern soared between heaven and earth, massive golden sword qi beams as thick as barrels rained down like hail.
They slammed precisely toward the black iron cans on the battlefield!
Fido, who had already sensed the danger, executed a frost wolf with his sword. The moment he looked up, his pupils couldn't help but contract.
While dodging to the side at his top speed, he roared at the top of his lungs:
“Boys! Get out of the way!!!”
The Imperial Guard, who had already sensed the danger, naturally didn't dare to take the hits head-on.
Most of them had already quickly dodged to safety before they even heard Fido's shout.
But there were always exceptions.
Some of the Imperial Guard, surrounded by cavalry, could not break free in time.
They were extremely unfortunate to be struck by the sword qi.
Facing the furious strike of a Gold Rank, the Imperial Guard finally tasted what rank suppression felt like.
The Legendary Rank represented a rudimentary grasp of the laws, preparing to pry open the door to godhood.
It meant advancing from an ordinary life form to a higher form of life.
The Gold Rank, on the other hand, was undoubtedly the absolute limit an ordinary life form could reach before that advancement.
Experts of this rank were truly one-man armies in the literal sense.
As long as their battle qi or mana was not depleted,
no matter how many foot soldiers they faced, they could take their time and slaughter them all.
Such a massive gap could not be bridged even by the thick iron plating of the power armor.
The moment the sword qi struck the Imperial Guard, the pitch-black armor dented heavily as if smashed by a giant sledgehammer.
A massive chunk was caved in.
Only then, with a slight delay, did a sharp, screeching explosion of metal being sliced and strained ring out!
The ear-piercing metallic screech even caused a few nearby frost wolves with highly sensitive hearing to let out whimpers of pain,
trickles of blood seeping from their ears.
Under this powerful impact, the sandy earth beneath the power armor's feet collapsed directly,
forming a radiating ring of deep craters in all directions.
Only a few unlucky ones were struck in the head by the battle qi and died on the spot.
The faces of the other attacked Imperial Guard members beneath their visors turned completely pale.
Thick blood spilled uncontrollably from their mouths.
This was only because the dragon blood gave them exceptionally high vitality and self-healing abilities.
Had ordinary beastkin suffered a blow of this magnitude, the violent shockwave generated by the impact on the power armor alone would have been enough to shatter their internal organs,
shaking them to death.
Seeing that just a single wave of attacks had disabled over a dozen of these iron monstrosities, a twisted smile appeared on Renn's face.
The slight trace of wariness that had just risen in his heart vanished without a trace.
After casting a glance at the young girl on the city wall, he did not rush up to fight her.
Instead, he pulled the reins, ordering the wyvern to dive down.
He prepared to slaughter the iron cans that had been heavily injured by the sword qi.
This arrogant “Dragon Knight” believed that the moment he personally made his move, victory in this battle was already sealed.
What he needed to do now was to minimize losses as much as possible.
If these iron cans were left alone, the wolf riders would surely suffer heavy casualties.
It would be better to dispose of some of them now. This would not only display his own strength and intimidate the black dragon,
but also relieve the pressure on the wolf riders.
However...
He rode the wyvern toward the battlefield, his eyes filled with intense killing intent and madness.
Suddenly, a violent sonic boom rang out by his ears.
Accompanying it was an incredibly violent Dragon Fear.
Under this supreme pressure, the wyvern, which had been extremely confident and just as frenzied as its master, couldn't help but shudder.
Along with its master, it subconsciously turned its head to look.
Only to see a dark shadow rapidly expanding before its eyes.
It was like an alchemical warhead.
It charged toward them with a succession of sonic booms!
At the same time, a desolate Draconic roar echoed across the battlefield amidst the continuous explosions:
“Grandson!!!”
Bang!
Before the diving wyvern could even react, it was struck head-on by this suddenly emerging dark shadow!
Forced completely off course, it tumbled down from the sky.
With a loud crash, it slammed into two wolf knights and several half-beastkin!
Driven by the immense impact, it dragged along the ground, kicking up sparks and carving out a shallow trench before finally coming to a halt.
Once it scrambled back up, it finally saw what on earth had crashed into it.
But this single glance froze it in place, its pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks.
It was a black dragon.
To be precise, it was a black dragon wearing... iron underpants on his head.
The black underpants, seemingly forged from refined steel, blended perfectly with the color of his scales.
It was covered with intricate lines of mithril.
Right now, these lines were continuously shifting through a rainbow of colors, looking just like the flashing lights of a nightclub dance floor.
Beneath the underpants, over the eyes, were two pentagonal crystal lenses...
At this moment, these two crystals were like high-beam headlights, shooting out two dazzling beams of shifting colors.
They shone so brightly that the wyvern's eyes stung.
Such a unique appearance successfully drew the attention of most of the people present.
For a moment, even the swinging swords and blades on the battlefield came to a halt.
There were even a few who had never seen much of the world whose grips loosened, and with a clatter,
their weapons dropped to the ground.
Yet, they didn't notice at all.
On the wyvern's back, after a brief moment of utter bewilderment, Renn subconsciously spat out a phrase he had learned from traveling merchants:
“What the... fuck?!”
At that exact moment, the acid breath that had been brewing in the black dragon's throat for a long time sprayed out!
Illuminated by the light from the iron underpants, this breath looked like a multi-colored...
...vomit.
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