Siegecraft and Wyverns

Seeing the smug Dragon Scale Monk, the Dwarf were filled with rage, brandishing their warhammers and axes and cursing, "Damn it, that guy is too arrogant!"

"His mouth stinks even more than an orc's!"

"Evil Dragon Kin, prepare to die!"

A Dwarf Fighter, his face contorted with indignation, raised his warhammer high and roared as he leaped into the air—it can only be said that leaping attacks are always Fighter's romantic gesture.

However, the Dragon Scale Monk had already noticed the Dwarf's sneak attack, his muscles tensed, and he was fully prepared.

The Empire's genetic modifications gave him hummingbird-like neural reflexes, allowing him to sense danger in 0.2 milliseconds.

"Drink up!"

With a hoarse roar, the Dwarf Fighter slammed his fist down on the back of the Dragon Scale Monk's head.

This is a heavy hammer meticulously crafted by the Dwarf. If it hits, even the hardest scales would have a hard time withstanding the powerful impact of this blunt weapon.

The Dragon Scale Monk didn't even turn his head. Instead, as if anticipating this, he raised his Chainsaw Sword, its tip aimed directly at the Dwarf's chest.

The Dwarf Fighter was terrified and twisted his body in mid-air, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

"Sizzle—"

The sharp tip of the Chainsaw Sword Ground Spike the Dwarf's chest mercilessly, going right through him, and the Dwarf's body hung directly in the Dragon Scale Monk's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the serrated edges of the Chainsaw Sword spun at high speed, tearing the Dwarf's flesh apart.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the Dwarf's skin, flesh, and even bones were cut open by the Chainsaw Sword, with brains, internal organs, and intestines gushing out.

"Damn, this is disgusting." The Dragon Scale Monk spat and shook his hand violently.

Immediately afterwards, the Dwarf's corpse was broken into several pieces and flung away, lying on the ground like a used rag. It was completely unrecognizable as human and could only be described as a gruesome sight.

"Tyron!"

"You, how dare you treat a brave and fearless Fighter like this!" The Dwarf ' voices trembled with extreme anger and astonishment.

The Dragon Scale Monk nonchalantly wiped the blood from his face and grinned again. "Want revenge? Then come and kill me, hahahaha!"

Witnessing the tragic state of their people and the atrocities committed by the Dragon Scale Monk against the corpses, the Dwarf were filled with rage and wished they could tear the monster before them to pieces.

A Dwarf general raised his heavy hammer and roared, "Fellow countrymen, charge! Smash his head to pieces!"

"Kill this monster!"

"Go to hell!"

Driven by hatred, the Dwarf Fighter gathered together, forming a tight formation, and surrounded the Dragon Scale Monk from different directions, intending to launch an attack.

"Come on, come on," the Dragon Scale Monk muttered to himself. He loaded his ammunition and waited for the group of "little monsters" to gather together so he could test his new type of ammunition.

Upon seeing the horde of Dwarf gathered together, the Dragon Scale Monk's lips curled up, and his smile grew increasingly ferocious.

He slowly raised the Blast Rifle on his right arm, its dark muzzle, comparable to a cannon barrel, pointing forward.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot echoed across the city walls as specially designed bullets fired from the muzzles exploded before hitting the Dwarf, spraying out scattered shrapnel.

The Dwarf who were positioned more densely suffered the consequences, their bodies being mercilessly torn apart by the shrapnel.

Those are Metal Storm Fragmentation Shell, excellent ammunition for dealing with large numbers of lightly armored targets.

It explodes and sprays shrapnel before hitting its target, tearing its victims apart. Short-range explosives replace mass reactive caps, and diamond warheads are replaced by explosive casings.

These munitions were specially issued to Dragon Scale Monk by the Imperial military, specifically designed to deal with enemy cluster targets, allowing these humanoid killing machines to better "go on a rampage" within the enemy ranks.

And now it seems that the actual combat effect is indeed very significant.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the support of the Empire's military technology, this Blast Rifle with an exaggerated caliber can even fire in rapid succession!

The Dragon Scale Monk laughed wildly as he spun around in place, repeatedly pulling the trigger and firing at the Dwarf in different directions.

Even more outrageous, the Dragon Scale Monk threw out two metal balls from his Dimensional Bag. The metal balls lit up and unfolded in mid-air, transforming into floating turrets that unleashed a dense barrage of bullets.

With a series of loud bangs, the Dwarf fell in droves, like wheat being harvested by a sickle.

But Dwarf are a stubborn and brave race, and they are not afraid to die on the battlefield.

Faced with such a brutal scene, the Dwarf Fighter did not back down. They even stepped over the corpses of their comrades and charged forward under heavy hail of shrapnel and bullets.

However, even if they got close to the Dragon Scale Monk, they would still have to face the blood-soaked, high-speed spinning Chainsaw Sword, and would be cut in two in just one exchange.

The Dwarf in the distance tried to kill the monster with Hand Crossbow and bows, but the Dragon Scale Monk was covered in hard scales and an exoskeleton, making him almost invincible.

Arrows struck him, making only a crisp sound before being easily deflected.

"For Avendell Dan!" The Dwarf, his eyes bloodshot, charged up from behind, brandishing his heavy hammer.

The Dragon Scale Monk turned around and raised his gun.

"Bang!"

The Dwarf was sent flying by the powerful impact, crashing heavily into the city wall. His body was riddled with bullet holes, from which blood flowed freely.

"Avendell Dan will never..." the Dwarf said with difficulty, sitting on the ground, but he died before he could finish speaking.

"Knock off!"

The Dragon Scale Monk blew away the Gunsmoke from the muzzle, wiped the blood off his face again, and said rather cheerfully.

By this time, the area around his city was piled high with the corpses of Dwarf, and the acrid smell of Gunsmoke and blood permeated the city walls, which had been turned into pools of blood.

In this short period of time, he had killed nearly a hundred Dwarf Fighter, and similar scenes were being witnessed throughout the walls of Avendell Dan.

Dror deployed a dozen or so Dragon Scale Monk through the dragon horde, attempting to have them tear apart the enemy's lines at the forefront and draw their fire, while the main force could take the opportunity to storm the city.

—However, the effect was even better than he had imagined. These Dragon Scale Monk were like a dozen bombs thrown out, blasting the Dwarf defenders into complete disarray.

As the "ultimate creation" formed by combining genetic engineering and magical technology of the Embers of the Burned Empire, with an average cost of 90,000 Gold Coin, the Dragon Scale Monk are now both offensive and defensive, and are incomparably powerful.

According to the official standards of the Empire, the Challenge Rating of these Dragon Scale Monk fluctuates between level 12 and 14, which is already at the level of a mini-boss.

However, these Dragon Scale Monk are not invincible. In terms of both scale and quality, they are far inferior to the Divine Descendant Legion of Holy Fadlan —at least at this stage.

"Boom!"

With a rumbling sound and dust flying, the sharp rock suddenly bulged out, piercing the ground like a long sword and penetrating the Dragon Scale Monk from bottom to top.

"Ugh."

The Dragon Scale Monk was hanging on the rock spikes, constantly oozing scalding dragon blood that corroded the ground.

At the top of the city wall, the Dwarf king Ed was raising his warhammer with one arm, his face fierce, looking into the distance, and then fixing his gaze on another Dragon Scale Monk was hacking and slashing on the city wall.

With another muffled thud, Ed leaped high into the air, easily reaching a height of nearly a hundred meters. He then swung his warhammer, smashing the Dragon Scale Monk into a bloody pulp with a single blow.

The Dwarf king looked around and shouted, "Gentlemen— Avendell Dan has reached a critical moment of life and death! We must fight with all our might!"

"Your Majesty Ed!"

"Praise be to the mighty and majestic Lord of the High Mountains!"

Upon witnessing the instant deaths of the two Dragon Scale Monk, the Dwarf' morale soared, and they cheered in unison.

Meanwhile, in the southwestern part of Evandeldan, another renowned dwarf warrior, Brun Farrell, stepped forward and pierced through a dragonscale monk.

At Ed's command, the strongest Dwarf came out in full force, and the most powerful Rune Warrior, the most fearless Dwarf Battle Maniac, and the most skilled Battle Master all appeared on this battlefield.

However, even the strongest Dwarf cannot fight against overwhelming odds. While they could kill the Dragon Scale Monk, they could hardly withstand the tsunami-like offensive of the Embers of the Burned Empire.

Engineering vehicles followed the tanks and eventually drove to the city. The Dwarf released rolling stones and threw burning barrels, but it had little effect.

On the contrary, the Empire's artillery was as accurate as if it had eyes, often descending from the sky to destroy the Dwarf ' hidden traps, leaving them helpless.

"Buzz—"

The engineering vehicles raised a huge ladder tens of meters high and placed it on the walls of Avendell Dan, while the Imperial infantrymen quickly climbed up the ladder, one after another, to occupy the outer walls.

The Dragon Scale Monk in front had already drawn the Dwarf ' firepower, clearing a bloody path for them. All the infantry needed to do was to take control of the city walls and then occupy Avendell Dan.

Meanwhile, the skies of Avendell Dan also took over. Wyvern and Flame Wyvern Embers of the Burned Dragon Legion their wings and breathed dragonfire at the Dwarf. Sometimes they would swoop down and grab the Dwarf, pulling them high into the air. The Dwarf would then release their claws and fight back, firing arrows into the sky, causing the Wyvern to fall one after another from the sky.

"Take back our position! This is the wall our ancestors built, and we cannot let it fall into enemy hands!" Bren roared, raising his greatsword, and led the Dwarf in a counterattack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The imperial infantry fired in succession, but Bren held his sword horizontally as a shield to block the shots. The Dwarf Fighter took a step forward and stood in front of the soldiers, sweeping his greatsword horizontally.

"Whoosh—"

Blood splattered as several Imperial soldiers were cut in half at the waist, while the Dwarf Fighter behind Bren were greatly encouraged and charged forward, shouting "For Avendell Dan!"

But the Imperial infantry did not panic. Following the officers' orders, they calmly changed formation, their positions becoming more dispersed and interwoven, allowing them to fire from different directions.

"Bang!"

One after another, Dwarf Fighter were hit by bullets and fell to the ground, their fate unknown.

Even lying in a pool of blood, these stubborn Dwarf would still desperately cling to their enemy's legs and deliver the final blow with their teeth.

"Buzz—"

A loud horn sounded, and another group of Dwarf goat cavalry charged into the Embers of the Burned Empire's ranks. They fought with sabers and warhammers, shouted a few times, and were then swallowed up by a hail of bullets.

At this moment, the walls of Avendell Dan had become a veritable meat grinder, with both sides engaged in fierce fighting over the walls and towers.

Sometimes it was the Imperial soldiers who killed the Dwarf and captured the position, and sometimes it was the warriors like Bren who led the Dwarf back, and with their tenacious will, they recaptured the position and fought a bloody battle, the blood of both sides almost staining the bricks of the city wall red.

But without a doubt, such a war of attrition was extremely disadvantageous to the Dwarf. The Embers of the Burned Empire brought 60,000 infantrymen, while before the war, there were only a little over 10,000 Dwarf in the entire Avendell Dan.

Now, after the baptism of blood and fire, the number of Dwarf Fighter is probably less than six thousand—if this continues, Avendell Dan will become a dead city! "Fellow dwarves, charge with me and take back that tower!" Bren, carrying his greatsword, charged at the forefront of the ranks, leading many Dwarf Fighter in another counterattack.

His armor was stained with blood, tattered, and riddled with bullet holes and cracks, the result of countless charges he had undertaken.

But those physically weak Imperial infantrymen, who relied solely on their weapons, showed no signs of collapse, nor did they retreat even a single step, completely disregarding the deaths of their comrades before them.

"What a bunch of monsters." Bren gritted his teeth and forced the words out of his throat.

"For Avendell Dan!"

He gritted his teeth, let out a hoarse roar, raised his greatsword with both hands, and swung it at the soldiers of the Embers of the Burned Empire.

Just then, a bad premonition suddenly arose in Bren's heart—sure enough, darkness fell, a huge shadow enveloped him, and then hot, thick smoke rushed towards him.

"Boom!"

A giant claw descended from the sky, striking towards the Dwarf Fighter. Bren quickly fell to the ground, rolling several times before barely managing to dodge it.

The Dwarf turned around, panting, and saw an enormous, two-legged Wyvern perched atop the city wall, looking down at him. Its pale golden pupils gleamed with a dangerous light, and a trickle of saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth.

That was Wyvern, the leader of the Smaug!

Gripping his greatsword tightly, Bren felt a sense of foreboding. By his estimation, the Wyvern before him was a full twenty meters long and was constantly radiating an overwhelming dragon aura.

This is no Dragonkin; even a true Red Dragon would find it difficult to possess such power.

"Aww—"

Smaug raised his head, stretched his neck, and let out a long, menacing howl before looking down at the Dwarf, his mouth gathering crimson flames.

Bren's expression changed drastically. He quickly got up from the ground, took off running as fast as he could—he knew very well what that meant.

"Boom!"

Instantly, the Dwarf's pupils reflected the brilliant firelight.

A torrent of dragonfire erupted, engulfing the walls of Avendell Dan. Smaug, amidst the flames, flapped his wings and roared deafeningly, "I am fire, I am death!"

However, these were not things that the Wyvern initiative—it was merely carrying out Keosius's task to satisfy the emperor's petty, perverse pleasures.