Dragon Scale Monk

"Aww—"

Just then, the wind howled, and the roars of the Wyvern and the angry shouts of the players came from behind the Slaughter Devil.

Then, Mantou, riding Wyvern Steamed Bun, descended from the sky, his right arm tightly gripping his lance, as he swooped down.

"Die!"

Steamed Bun shouted angrily, and the gleaming spear tip pierced the air, aiming directly at the massive head of the Slaughter Devil.

His heart pounded with excitement, and the image of a lance piercing a demon's head flashed through his mind—that cost tens of thousands of Ginar and millions of Faction Contribution!

He'll be rich if he takes down this Slaughter Devil! "Annoying fly."

But the Slaughter Devil merely showed an impatient expression, its appendages flailing at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, a black shadow slicing through the sky.

"Whoosh—"

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, and the Steamed Bun and the body of the Wyvern were cut in half, with green, yellow and red things flying out from inside.

Even on his deathbed, Steamed Bun's face retained that excited expression, as if he were about to become a hero who slayed a demon.

The long, barbed tail swept across suddenly, slicing the players who were trying to ambush it from behind in Slaughter Devil.

"No—steamed bun!"

"Another Steamed Bun has crashed!"

"How come this boss's damage is so outrageous? Even a veteran player like Steamed Bun who lives in the game got killed instantly."

"Given the official's track record, how could a monster with such high rewards not be strong?"

"I'll do it!"

Several Red Scale Conqueror rode Wyvern, circling in the sky. They cooperated with each other, two feinting attacks while the last one searched for the Slaughter Devil's weakness.

But the Slaughter Devil spewed out clumps of highly toxic acid. The Red Scale Conqueror, unable to dodge, were corroded by the acid, exposing their bare white bones, and fell from the sky one after another.

The onlookers were buzzing with discussion, but they still didn't leave the battlefield.

After all, the rewards in the mission were too tempting. What if they accidentally stumbled upon a bargain? Wouldn't that be a huge profit? The Slaughter Devil was tearing through the crowd with abandon. Its giant claws, bladed limbs, fangs, and thick tail mercilessly claimed the lives of the Imperial soldiers.

But when it looked at the players, it couldn't see even a trace of fear in their eyes, or even... expectation?

For some reason, a sense of loss welled up in the heart of this demon who took pleasure in killing and creating fear.

It stretched out its enormous demonic body and let out a hoarse roar.

"Do you weak insects even know what a powerful and noble being you are facing?"

I am the predator of the Abyss, the embodiment of slaughter and carnage, the destroyer of kingdoms, and the nightmare of mortals.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a player not far away stood with a rifle raised, Gunsmoke billowing from the muzzle, muttering, "This boss talks a lot of nonsense."

Humanity—

You're courting death!

Instantly, the Slaughter Devil was enraged. It rushed into the crowd and crushed the player who had just been gloating with its giant claws.

"Boom!"

The ground was covered with large craters filled with blood and internal organs.

"Holy crap?"

"Don't let the blood splatter on me!"

Behind the hideous figure of the Slaughter Devil, the demon legion came in with overwhelming force, and taking advantage of this precious opportunity, they were finally able to engage the Imperial army in close combat.

"Moo—"

The Gorebull Devil roared in a deep, furious voice. They moved clumsily on Limbs, like house-sized gorillas, crushing the Empire's Heavy Shieldbearer with their massive bodies and occasionally hurling huge rocks.

"It's coming!"

"Withstand!"

"For the Embers of the Burned Empire!"

The wall of Ogre Heavy Shieldbearer was smashed down by the boulder that came from the sky and crushed by the massive body of the Gorebull Devil.

"Boom!"

More Quasit and Babau emerged from the gaps, pouncing on the Imperial soldiers and biting them wantonly, or howling and throwing short spears from afar.

In the sky, Quasit leaped into the air, launching attacks with its claws and grappling with the Wyvern, spewing out highly toxic acid. Meanwhile, Vrock, accompanied by countless corrupted crows and vultures, took to the air.

In terms of individual strength, the lowest-ranking Quasit are far Wyvern, but their numbers are simply too great. Often, dozens of Quasit will devour a Wyvern, leaving it covered in wounds.

A Quasit flapped its wings in mid-air, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light, and it fixed its gaze on a seemingly thin human in the distance.

He must be very weak.

Compared to those giant Ogre, well-equipped Hobgoblin, and Tiefling Quasit, he thought to himself with his walnut-sized brain.

It let out a sharp, eerie cry, then swooped down, opening its claws in mid-air.

"Aww~~"

"Bang!"

A crisp, loud gunshot.

George didn't even look up at the falling Quasit. He blew away the Gunsmoke from the muzzle of his exquisite gun and nervously watched everything on the battlefield.

The situation is not optimistic.

Compared to the enemies they had encountered before, these demons were a true legion of extraordinary beings.

Needless to say, the terrifying Slaughter Devil was a formidable opponent. Behind each of the Gorebull Devil were goat demon spellcasters who chanted ancient incantations and created blood-red shields.

The Imperial infantry's most proficient tactics, such as volley fire with muskets and free-fire with skirmishers, are rarely effective against high-ranking demons.

Meanwhile, the weaker Primordial Devil and Quasit can use their numerical advantage to deplete the Empire's ammunition and employ a swarm of demons tactic to besiege the Empire's soldiers.

Led by these powerful demons, the Abyss Legion charged again and again, pushing the front line hundreds of meters forward and about to reach the bunker.

George gritted his teeth, his face grim, and cursed under his breath, "Damn it, this can't go on! Marshal Dolo said that when firepower is insufficient, we must use the extraordinary to Contend Against the extraordinary."

"Bang!"

"Damn it"

Thinking of this, he took out the token from his pocket and pressed it without hesitation.

" In the 48th Defense Zone, there is one Slaughter Devil and twelve Gorebull Devil. Our unit can no longer stop them."

Now, they have to use every means at their disposal. Their group alone cannot withstand the fierce attacks of the demons. If they allow their defense zone to become a breach, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After saying that, George casually picked up the machine gun on the ground and started firing wildly at the surging Magic Tide.

"Die!"

"Da da da da da—"

Intense flashes of fire erupted from the gun barrels, and the distant demons fell in swathes like harvested wheat.

George really liked the new weapon the research department had just released. The cascading bullets gave him a long-lost sense of exhilaration, reminding him of the time he killed that nobleman on the battlefield.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, another series of loud roars came from afar.

George turned his head and saw Chimera flying over the hills, crossing the defensive line, and coming from the north.

These Dragon Vein Chimera flapped their wings with great effort, struggling to fly.

Because beneath the Chimera ' massive, thick claws hung tall, muscular figures.

Their bodies were covered in thick dragon scales and armor, they wielded high-speed Chainsaw Sword and Blast Gun, and emitted arrogant laughter. Leading them was none other than the guild leader of the Church of the Machine God — Steel Frenzy! "I'm here!"

"Is the first mission after the server launch this exciting?"

The Quasit and Vrock in the sky surged toward the Chimera like a swarm of insects, trying to intercept them.

But those dragon heads opened their mouths and spewed out scorching flames from deep within their throats, forming a raging sea of fire in the air that engulfed the demons.

"This is it!"

"That valuable Slaughter Devil is right here!"

"Brothers, prepare to charge!"

Under the command of the Dragon Scale Monk, the Chimera flapped their wings and continued to ascend.

Finally, they all came up to a height of several hundred meters above the front line of the battlefield, and then released their giant claws.

Those Vitagis Dragon Scale Monk fell from the sky and crashed to the ground without any protection.

They instantly created giant craters several meters in diameter, raising clouds of dust and crushing hundreds of unsuspecting Quasit to death.

Amidst the dust and ash, twelve Dragon Scale Monk slowly rose from the pit, stepping onto the demon's corpse, revealing their towering four-meter-tall figures.

Steel Frenzy raised his Chainsaw Sword and shouted, "Vitagis Dragon Scale Monk, reporting for duty!"

"For the Emperor! No, for the Emperor himself!"

"Long Live the Empire! Long live His Your Majesty Keosius!"

The other Dragon Scale Monk also cheered, their expressions beneath their heavy armor particularly fervent.

Since their transformation, these Dragon Scale Monk have not encountered any worthy enemies, and they are eager to test their newly acquired power.

"Buzz—"

For a moment, the roar of Chainsaw Sword spinning at high speed filled the battlefield.

The crazed Quasit climbed onto the back of the Steel Frenzy, trying to devour his body, but their fangs couldn't even leave a mark on the dragon scale armor.

The Steel Frenzy rolled forward, crushing and throwing off the demons on its body, then picked up the Chainsaw Sword and drew an arc in mid-air.

"Whoosh—"

Accompanied by the demons' painful howls, dozens of demons were cut in half at the waist, their severed limbs flying everywhere.

The purplish-black pus and blood splattered onto the dragon scale exoskeleton armor of the Steel Frenzy, but it couldn't corrode it in the slightest.

"The battle was exhilarating!"

"Hahaha! Is this what it feels like to mow down enemies like a pro?!"

Without hesitation, the Dragon Scale Monk charged into the demon horde, wielding their Chainsaw Sword and hacking and slashing, cutting demons in two.

"Moo—"

The Gorebull Devil roared and charged forward, its hooves carrying unimaginable force, slamming into the Dragon Scale Monk, trying to crush them with its heavy demonic body.

"Boom!"

Unexpectedly, the Dragon Scale Monk managed to withstand the Gorebull Devil's hooves and then pushed it upwards, actually knocking the Gorebull Devil down.

The scene was incredibly exaggerated, as shocking as a praying mantis overturning a carriage. Keep in mind that this Gorebull Devil was twelve meters tall, more than three times the size of the Dragon Scale Monk! However, with the blessing of dragon blood and genetic modification, the muscle density of these Dragon Scale Monk was astonishing, and their strength level could even exceed twenty-four.

"Roar--"

The Gorebull Devil howled and fell backward, its eyes wide with disbelief.

In a contest of its most confident power, it was defeated! Defeated by these tiny humanoid creatures! "Therefore— the Minotaur must die!"

I'm Fighter of pure love!

Steel Frenzy raised the Chainsaw Sword, leaped more than ten meters into the air, and then, using the momentum of his fall, plunged the Chainsaw Sword fiercely into the chest of the Gorebull Devil.

"Sizzle!"

The high-speed Chainsaw Sword instantly pierced through the Gorebull Devil's thick hide, tore through flesh and blood, and finally pierced through its huge, still warm heart.

The Gorebull Devil's eyes were wide open like copper bells, and its death was extremely gruesome.

"Who else?"

Steel Frenzy drew his blood-stained Chainsaw Sword, slung it over his shoulder, and roared triumphantly.

Other Dragon Scale Monk also rushed into the Magic Tide, quickly creating a multi-pronged attack, with each person killing hundreds of demons in an instant.

The demon legion's offensive momentum was immediately disrupted, giving the Imperial soldiers on the defensive line a rare chance to catch their breath.

"Let's surround it and kill that Slaughter Devil!"

"Hahaha, for the Emperor!"

"I feel invincible! Who can defeat me, a Vitagis Dragon Scale Monk!"

Under the call of the Steel Frenzy, twelve Dragon Scale Monk broke through in the same direction from different positions on the battlefield—and their target was the Slaughter Devil, who was still slaughtering on the front lines.

"Roar--"

"Feel fear, you insect!"

The Slaughter Devil swung its blade-like limbs, slicing the dozen or so Imperial soldiers blocking its way in two.

The thick, long tail shot into the sky, piercing through a Wyvern, and then swept across the ground, easily killing dozens of players who were trying to ambush from behind.

But soon, the demon also sensed the abnormality of the battlefield. Its primal instincts told it that a dozen beings with extremely powerful auras were gradually approaching it, and it even smelled the aura of a dragon.

"Powerful insects, and the smell of those big reptiles, that's what's interesting."

"Come on, let me see your resistance."

The Slaughter Devil stretched out its barbed tongue and licked its lips expectantly. Its dense fangs rubbed against each other, and foul-smelling saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, corroding the ground and creating small pits.

As a predator in the Abyss, the Slaughter Devil craves powerful prey, for only such prey can prove its identity as a hunter and allow it to truly experience the thrill of slaughter.

These prey, so weak they can't even fight back, can be easily crushed; it's just too boring.

Little did they know that these Dragon Scale Monk thought the same thing.

While mowing down hordes of demons is fun, it gets a bit boring after a while. It's much more interesting to engage in intense battles with bosses and risk your life on the edge.

To this day, they have never seen a monster capable of withstanding the attack of twelve Dragon Scale Monk.

"Brothers, charge!"

At Steel Frenzy's command, twelve Dragon Scale Monk charged towards the Slaughter Devil from all directions.

They brandished Chainsaw Sword, raised their Blast Gun, and let out a primal, excited cheer, shouting nonsensical slogans.

"For the Empire!"

"For His Majesty the Emperor!"

"For the sake of my Faction Contribution of Ginar!"