Slaughter on an Assembly Line

The Riftclaw Night Wolf, having escaped the outer traps, dragged its charred flesh and broken bone spurs as it crashed heavily into the Fifth-Ring Trench.

What makes the Night Wolf most terrifying on the wasteland is its speed as it runs close to the ground and its instinct to ambush and kill.

But once they squeezed into this ditch, which was only two meters wide, the animals in front and behind them pushed and shoved each other, and the slippery mud walls on both sides made jumping and dodging impossible.

The originally spread-out Beast Tide was thus forced into a long line by the terrain.

The first massive Night Wolf crashed into them with a deafening roar.

As the White-Gold Sacred Flame swept across its festering wound, plumes of white smoke immediately rose, and the air was instantly filled with the stench of burnt fur.

But these beasts had long been stripped of their sense of pain by Blood Moon, and without any reaction, they still lunged forward with their drooling mouths wide open.

Kyle didn't retreat an inch. His Platinum Battle Aura, at the Third Tier Resonance Realm, surged within him. His shoulder blades slumped, the heavy shield slammed down, and he opened the shield at an angle.

The Night Wolf's brute force was immediately deflected as soon as it struck.

With a muffled thud, the beast slid away from the edge of the iron plate, its massive body scraping heavily against the rough mud wall. Half of its face was torn off, and black blood smeared all over the wall.

The moment it lost its balance, the hook-arms on both sides pounced on it.

Finn, a first-tier Rhythm Realm recruit on the left, was so nervous that his hands were trembling and his teeth were clenching so tightly that they were rattling. But the long-handled hook and sickle still managed to get stuck firmly on the Night Wolf's left forelimb joint.

Barris on the right, using the brute force of his Second Tier Bodyguard Realm, let out a low growl, gripped the Pig Iron fork tightly with both hands, and slammed it into the back of Night Wolf's knee, breaking the leg on the spot.

With its front paws locked and its hind legs pinned down, the Night Wolf's entire body immediately sank downwards.

"Stab!" Kyle's roar echoed through the trench.

Todd's mind went blank; fear crept into his bones.

Fortunately, the body had already started moving.

Over the course of the month, the instructors used whips, commands, and repeated drills to force these movements into their minds.

Todd pushed off the ground with both legs, thrusting his hips forward, and the power from his waist and back flowed through him, his Battle Aura instantly adhering to the blade of the Silver-Plated Iron Spear.

The spear pierced through the narrow gap between the shield and the mud wall!

"Pfft!"

The spear tip pierced the Night Wolf's eye socket with pinpoint accuracy, penetrating straight in. The beast stiffened, its limbs twitching violently.

The greatsword user in the back row stepped forward, his broadsword whistling through the air as it slashed down heavily, sending the wolf's head rolling away and splattering half of the mud wall with its blood.

Todd was taken aback. "That simple?"

As soon as one Night Wolf fell, three or four more immediately squeezed in from behind.

The Fang-Splitting Formation continued to bite and turn forward.

Kyle took the lead to absorb the momentum, while hooks and forks on both sides locked the joints. Todd and his men took advantage of the openings to throw spears, while the greatswords and axes in the back were dedicated to finishing off the enemy.

The entire sequence of actions continued in succession, and the Night Wolf in the trench were almost being torn apart one after another.

It looks simple and unpretentious, yet it's terrifyingly powerful.

This is what makes the Fang-Splitting Formation truly powerful.

Squeezing Magic Creature into a ditch only two meters wide actually makes them more lethal than any classic formation; of course, this was intentionally designed by Shien.

The Fang-Splitting Formation had annihilated more than a dozen Night Wolf, leaving piles of flesh, black blood, and broken bones in front of the trench.

Todd gripped the spear, his hand trembling with the force of the blow, his chest heaving, yet his eyes grew ever brighter.

It was only then that he truly understood that Shien had them practice these things over and over again in order to mold them into cogs in a machine.

The moment the Magic Creature pounces, you don't need to think at all; just shred whatever comes in.

Even the most efficient formation will eventually tire people out if it operates for too long.

The malevolent energy of the Blood Moon flowed into my lungs along with the cold wind, each breath feeling like swallowing shards of glass, causing waves of pain inside.

With a forceful pull, Todd's arms immediately felt as heavy as lead.

Just as he was about to assassinate the seventh Night Wolf, Todd exerted force with his foot, but his boot suddenly slipped, and he stepped on a piece of the Night Wolf's intestines.

His body swayed only half an inch, but the trajectory of the spear had already gone astray.

With a crisp "clang," the silver-plated spearhead pierced the Night Wolf's hard shoulder blade, only chipping off a piece of blackened keratin.

Under the Blood Moon, the Night Wolf revealed its ferocity, completely disregarding the excruciating pain of the Holy Silver burning its flesh. Its forelimbs gripped the spear shaft, and its massive body frantically climbed upwards along the wooden pole.

The foul-smelling, drooling gash widened, lunging straight at Todd's throat.

Seeing this, Barris was shocked and instinctively released his long fork, wanting to punch its head, but how could a fist possibly blow the head off such Magic Creature?

At the critical moment, Kyle made his move.

He forcefully moved half a step from his fixed position, his arm muscles bulging, and swung the heavy oak shield from bottom to top with a powerful blow.

"Snap!"

Bao Tie's shield shattered Night Wolf's jaw with precision and ferocity, sending bone fragments and poisonous blood flying everywhere.

The price was paid at the same moment. The Night Wolf's sharp claws tore a long string of ear-piercing sparks from Kyle's arm armor, and the crimson aura tore through his protective battle Battle Aura, carving three bloody grooves into his forearm.

The overturned Night Wolf was immediately chopped into pieces by the Broadsword from the rear.

Still shaken, Todd's legs buckled, and he nearly knelt in the cold, muddy water.

He stared blankly at Kyle's bleeding arm, his lips trembling, words stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

Kyle didn't even glance down at his wound. He lifted his mud-covered boots and kicked Todd hard in the breastplate, sending him flying back to his original position.

"Save your words for when you see the Most Holy! Weld your hands to the spear shaft!" Spit and mud splattered all over Todd's face. "If you slip one more step, I'll chop off your feet first!"

Todd bit his tongue hard, the stinging pain mixed with the taste of blood rushing into his brain, suppressing the nausea and weakness rising in his chest.

The remaining Battle Aura within his body, which was about to dissipate, was forcibly pulled back by this fierce force and propped up again through his arms and back.

The Night Wolf ahead were still burrowing into the trench, stepping through the bloody mud, and the stench and heat from the trench kept hitting their faces.

Todd gripped the spear shaft tightly, his shoulders and back stiff, staring intently at the rolling black shadow ahead, his breathing gradually becoming labored.

All that remained before him was this trench, the shield beside him, and the next beast destined to die by his spear.

The meat grinder, staffed by seven people, started running again.

As the howling outside the trench gradually subsided, the advancing dark figure finally stopped.

Kyle slumped against the oak shield, his chest heaving, panting like a bellows.

He glanced at the blood-soaked recruits in front of him, none of whom had fallen, and a grotesque but genuine smile slowly spread across his scarred face.

"Alright, newbies." He was panting, his voice still hoarse. "We made it through the first round."

Todd belatedly let out a long breath, his nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally relaxing a little.

He lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands.

The tiger's mouth had long been cracked by the spear, blood and black mud mixed together, embedded in the nail crevices. These hands had just pierced through the heads of dozens of Magic Creature.

The first wave of Night Wolf, driven by the Blood Moon and hunger, charged forward and perished before this defensive line.

Shien's defensive line has now become the bloody reality before our eyes.

Outside the trenches, amidst the ice slopes, spikes, and Poisonfire, piles of Magic Creature carcasses lay scattered and twisted, forming several blackened, gleaming mountains of flesh from a distance.

Through the lingering smoke and Blood Mist, Todd slowly turned around and looked up at the towering command tower in the Inner Fortress.

Within the beam of the White-Gold Sacred Flame, the silver-haired figure draped in a dark cloak still stood motionless at the edge of the platform.

As Todd looked over there, a sudden surge of heat shot up his chest, making his frozen blood burn even faster.

If he does as that person orders, he might actually survive.