"The Emperor's will must be carried out!"
Clang!
With a roar from the giant construct, the heavy hammer in Taixi's hands smashed a charging Pit Lord's head straight into its misshapen chest, splattering flesh and blood. At the same moment, more than a dozen heavy weapons struck various parts of Taixi's body, throwing up a shower of sparks.
The construct let out a delighted battle cry, whirling its warhammer in both hands as it spun madly three times on the spot, sending every demon that had approached to destroy it flying. The unluckiest sailed nearly three hundred meters through the air, then landed in seven different places.
Not every Pit Lord was a terror like Mannoroth. If they were, the Burning Legion would have conquered the entire universe long ago. Most demons had no advantage against these Iron Soldiers, who never tired and would only die from grievous wounds or be forcibly relieved from the front!
Jianxi led the Iron Burning Legion in battle farther afield. Both heavy constructs loyal to Dick were covered from head to toe in demon blood. In Ulduar, Mimiron had personally rebuilt them with bodies of iron. They deserved that honor.
Every sweep of Jianxi's longsword cleaved apart the demons surrounding him in a single blow, but even as they fought with everything they had, the demons' numbers showed no sign of diminishing.
"Foolish iron, melt!"
A hoarse psychic transmission rang out in Jianxi's mind as he swept his sword. As a High-Rank Warrior with a soul of his own, Jianxi immediately realized that a powerful enemy had appeared!
He jerked his iron left foot upward, then slammed it into the earth. The shockwave unleashed by his tremendous strength shattered the surrounding ground, leaving the demons around him reeling. Yet Jianxi's blade never missed. He