Countless hulking, hairy, savage dog-headed men charged toward the city walls. Massive energy blasts and dense volleys of arrows couldn't stop them.
In just a few minutes of charging, hundreds of thousands of dog-headed men were blasted to pieces. Even many pigman and bear warrior soldiers were killed.
Charred corpses covered the plain, and dried black blood nearly blanketed the entire area.
The overwhelming stench of blood carried for dozens of kilometers.
"Roar! Human flesh!"
The densely packed orc army surged forward like a tide, braving the intense barrage and disregarding their casualties, until at last they reached the foot of the walls.
Dozens of orcs, far better equipped than their comrades, radiated an imposing presence. Their powerful Battle Qi erupted as they leaped high, using the wall to launch themselves upward a second time and land atop it.
Without hesitation, they swung the great blades in their hands. Scarlet blood sprayed through the air, and more than a dozen human soldiers were cut in half at the waist, their various internal organs hanging from the backs of the blades.
"Roar!"
With an enraged bellow, the orcs instinctively charged at the other human soldiers. The troops nearby couldn't help but grow uneasy.
Their armor did little to make them feel safe.
Thud!
A greatsword blocked an orc's attack. A violent burst of Battle Qi struck the orc in the chest, and a gleaming dagger immediately flashed across his neck.
The nearby officers hurriedly shouted, "The professionals have come to reinforce us! Warriors, hold your positions on the walls! Don't let them up!"
With more than a thousand ordinary professionals—warriors, assassins, and others—joining the defenses, the elite orcs who had first made it onto the walls were quickly wiped out.
But by then, more than a hundred thousand vanguard orcs had already reached the foot of the walls!
Large numbers of dog-headed men began climbing with their sharp claws and powerful muscles. They weren't slow.
From a distance, tens of thousands of dog-headed men raced toward the top of the walls, carrying all kinds of cold weapons in their mouths, drool dripping from their jaws and red light gleaming in their eyes. They looked like demons.
The next moment, scalding water and stones rained down from the top of the walls. The boiling water burned the faces off the dog-headed men in front, exposing their bones.
As a magical civilization, they had water that contained a relatively rich supply of natural energy—in the locals' words, water-element magical energy.
Once boiled, it reached temperatures two or three times higher than ordinary water.
At least several thousand dog-headed men fell under the assault of boiling water and a hail of stones.
Three thousand elite soldiers armed with two-handed greatswords stood five meters from the edge of the wall, ready to face the first orcs to climb up.
The Magic Energy Cannons continued to roar. Their immense explosions flashed across the battlefield, revealing the soldiers' apprehensive, solemn expressions.
As for running away?
Black Cliff City was a major military stronghold on the Falan Kingdom's frontier, tasked with holding back the orc tribes. For one thing, the troops stationed here were all elite. For another, if the city fell, even their families back home would be in danger.
They might as well defend it to the death.
Clack, clack!
The commander looked up and saw dozens of armored giant beasts, each thirty or forty meters tall at the shoulder, carrying strange structures on their backs as they slowly approached the walls.
Just then, a shrill, hoarse cry rang out from the sky.
Thousands of Eagle Men swooped down on Black Cliff City, their sharp talons gleaming with a cold light and their keen eyes filled with icy focus as they beat their enormous wings.
The archers and crossbowmen crouched on the second tier of the walls sprang to their feet, intercepting the diving Eagle Men.
Some of the Eagle Men quickly broke through the humans' aerial defenses. Their sharp talons tore through the air as they ripped the heads off countless human soldiers.
Even more were carried into the sky and hurled down like human boulders at the human troops. Under attacks from multiple directions, the human defenses began to totter!
"Should we wait for the human mages of the K180 Continent to join the battle, then record what happens, or just kill these strange creatures with their mixed-up genes?"
Inside the Star Origin, Wang Hao watched the battle below with curiosity, then looked up and asked.
Feng Xiao leaned back on the sofa, watching the Mecha Soldier squad maneuver the Space Base and Star Gate. He also glanced at the battle below.
"We'll attack as soon as I've watched these Mecha Soldiers set up the base and the Star Gate. There's no need for us to monitor and record intelligence. That A1 Starport belonging to the Alliance military has powerful energy levels and must have plenty of equipment.
"Together with the other Military Star Ports under construction, it'll be no problem to monitor the entire K180 Continent."
He finished speaking, then watched the Mecha Soldier squad on the screen intently. Their strength and speed were still at the individual level of Lv. 15.
But equipped with the custom single-soldier shields and particle machine guns they'd purchased separately, they could kill even an Lv. 30 individual powerhouse.
According to calculations, the most powerful individual on the K180 Continent was probably around Lv. 80, barely reaching the planet-level Cataclysm class in combat strength.
Such a being could single-handedly destroy a level-one civilization and slaughter every living thing on an entire planet without much trouble.
The level might not sound that high, but the known upper limit of individual power was Lv. 120.
An Lv. 80 individual powerhouse was rarer than even top-tier Star Dome Class starships.
For a rough comparison, one was about as powerful as an elite-level six Star Beast.
Well... it was actually easy to understand. You could ignore individual levels below Lv. 20. Lv. 1 to Lv. 20 was a transitional stage in the individual-power system.
After Lv. 20, every ten levels corresponded to one Star Beast level. The combat strength of supernatural abilities and ancient martial arts ranged from elite to king-level Star Beasts, depending on their quality.
What about gene warriors created by genetic agents?
Ten gene warriors would probably struggle to take down one ordinary Star Beast of the same level, and their system had an upper limit besides.
They only advanced successfully if they were lucky.
He refused to believe that the K180 Continent, where there was only one professional for every hundred thousand ordinary people, could produce professionals in large numbers and destroy his Mecha Soldiers.
But this mountain range was enormous. They'd already traveled more than five thousand kilometers into it and still hadn't reached the inner region.
Seeing Feng Xiao staring intently at the squad on the screen, Wang Hao realized that his captain didn't have time to chat for now.
So he turned to Ilde.
"Cousin, the human race might not be powerful on this K180 Continent, but surely the frontier garrison can't be this weak?
"How could a kingdom be left to guard the entire frontier of its people's territory with its own forces?
"Look at the Human Alliance. The Morton Galaxy is weak overall and still on the frontier, but it's never suffered a loss because of a frontier war.
"The major frontier war zones are all staffed by the great powers, or even by troops from the Alliance headquarters."
Ilde was checking the conventional weapons in the warehouse. Hearing Wang Hao's question, he shook his head.
"Probably has to do with their social structure.
"Unless they're on the verge of extinction, human societies that are half feudal and half slave-based won't understand the principle that when the lips are gone, the teeth will freeze. Right now, they all think it's enough to protect their own little patch of land.
"Can you really expect people whose thinking is still stuck in the Middle Ages to understand any grand principles?
"Countries are at least tens of thousands of kilometers apart. Even with magical civilization and so-called alchemical devices, it's hard for them to communicate.
"Enlightenment ideas can't take root.
"And poor transportation and difficult cultural exchange aren't the only consequences."
Ilde explained.
Transportation... didn't just mean roads.
"Here. Dig down three thousand meters and set up the Space Base underground!"
A few minutes later, Feng Xiao gave the order. Several Mecha Soldiers quickly switched to the necessary equipment and began burrowing deep underground.
As he turned around, he happened to hear the two of them talking.
He smacked his lips. "Basically, even if advanced ideas exist, distances of tens or even hundreds of thousands of kilometers prevent them from spreading.
"In the end, they become more and more distorted as they're passed along, until they're nothing but jokes told along the way.
"Their place of origin then gradually abandons those ideas because the local region lacks sufficient material resources to provide for people's needs.
"And you've forgotten the most important thing."
"What?"
"This world has beings of individual power who call themselves gods..."
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