"Hold the line! We can't let them break through!"
A commander among the Extraordinary Scholars stood before a breach in the barrier, torn open by black lightning, and shouted at the top of his lungs.
At his cry, squads of scholar-soldiers charged forward, fully armed and ready for battle. Several eight-legged self-propelled cannons strode overhead, while outside, packs of Lava Hounds surged like molten rivers.
Zzzzt...
The eight-legged cannons' lasers swept past like sharp swords, hundreds of meters away. They stood out brilliantly on the battlefield, but far more common were ordinary scholars working alongside heavy-metal tanks, holding the front line with everything they had.
Lawn was one of the hundreds of senior scholars who had received the Raging Disguise Potion.
He served as a frontline commander, with more than twenty Natural Scholars under his command.
Explosions and shouts rang out all around. The heavy-metal tanks rumbled forward, their thick gears grinding against one another.
On a battlefield this vast, a single person was truly insignificant.
Lawn didn't know if he would make it out alive.
"Captain!"
After Lawn turned around, a female scholar cried out in alarm, "Look out!"
Boom!
A Lava Hound suddenly leaped over the frontline, hundreds of meters away. It fell from the sky like a meteor and slammed into a heavy-metal tank near him. Amid dazzling flames and a shock wave, more than a dozen scholars nearby were caught in the blast. Lawn was thrown backward, dazed and momentarily stunned.
Compared with the heavy-metal tank, which was more than ten meters long, the Lava Hound was clearly much smaller.
Yet even the heavy-metal tank, renowned for its exceptionally strong defenses, began to buckle and melt under the Lava Hound's impact. Two mechanical arms shot out from the tank, seized the beast, and hurled it to