They stopped in unison, their Magic Cores roaring as they raised their right arms together. Dark red runes lit up in sequence from their shoulders to their iron fists-the dual enchantments of [Gravity Augmentation] and [Pulverizing Impact].
"Die," Hector murmured.
Boom!
The iron fists slammed into the vine wall with devastating kinetic force.
Thud!!!
The muffled sound was surprisingly quiet, as though the blows had struck a thick layer of leather.
The vine wall caved sharply inward. Countless intertwined vines crackled as their fibers snapped under the pressure, spraying dark green sap everywhere.
But it did not collapse.
This "Stone-Skinned Soft Vine," improved several times over, was only slightly harder than ordinary granite, but it possessed a resilience no rock could match. Like a heavy net, it distributed the constructs' concentrated force-enough to pulverize a city wall-across the entire wall.
The Black Steel Constructs withdrew their fists, leaving a crater half a meter deep in the wall. Broken vines curled around its edges, exposing their pale inner cores.
"Hmph. Is that all?" Hector sneered at the crater. "A little harder than stone, but not by much. These plant tricks can only buy them a little time."
He waved a hand arrogantly. "Keep attacking! Tear it down! I want to see this wall turned into firewood before dark!"
The Black Steel Constructs advanced again, hammering away with alternating fists.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Dull impacts echoed across the battlefield.
Their progress was indeed much slower than before. A construct could once smash through a layer of masonry with a single punch, but now they could only strip away the tough vines layer by layer, like peeling an onion.
Not until dusk, as the last construct ran low on power from its Magic Core, did they finally tear a breach more than three