Golden Flash Fortress
Su Ming then made the necessary arrangements. The engineering battalion cut down trees and built temporary roads in all directions, while the necromancers of the rear guard battalion deployed near the coastline to construct beach defense positions to prevent attacks on the landing point. Members of the maintenance battalion selected locations on the battlefield and quickly set up temporary repair points to deal with possible bone and mechanical injuries during the battle.
The number of members of the Final Bone Mad Machines who launched this attack was unprecedented, reaching 1,500. They were divided into more than ten columns with different functions, each with its own duties.
After deploying the troops one by one, Su Ming sat back heavily in the command chair, stretched out his arms, and his joints cracked slightly.
****
The first to ignite the war was the Bone Machine First Battalion led by Zijin.
This was the heartland of the goblins' most prosperous region, with wide and flat stone-paved roads. Fifty Bone Model sped forward at a speed of seven thousand kilometers per hour, and in just twenty minutes, their ferocious figures had already approached the outer edge of the Goldglint Fortress.
Almost simultaneously, a death knell came from the heavens—thirty-two 750mm rockets tore through the thick fog!
They disintegrated in mid-air, splitting into deadly cluster warheads that crashed down with a piercing shriek! Amidst the deafening roar, the magic artillery positions and alchemical crossbow platforms deployed throughout the Goldglint Fortress were instantly engulfed. The steel-cast cannon barrels were easily torn apart and twisted, turning into burning piles of scrap metal along with their bases!
The entire bunker was instantly illuminated, casting a beautiful silhouette on the ground. At that moment, it seemed to live up to its name, truly transforming into a gleaming golden jewel!
Amidst the deafening explosion, the fortress instantly descended into hellish chaos. Countless goblins, like startled cockroaches, screamed and fled from the barracks, frantically scrambling through the smoke-filled passageways and corridors, futilely seeking refuge.
[Effective strike rate 85%.] Miao Xin quickly completed the assessment by utilizing the reconnaissance range of the drone.
This data is worthwhile. Each of these 750mm rockets weighs as much as three and a half tons. A salvo of thirty-two units means that more than a hundred tons of steel and explosives are turned into a rain of death on the battlefield.
The Pansy rose seven or eight centimeters as the payload was released during launch.
Before the lingering smoke had even cleared, Zijin's figure had already swept over the fortress. She swept her gaze across the ravaged battlefield below, and without hesitation, raised her hand to deliver a ruthless finishing blow to the few remaining goblin firing positions that were still struggling in vain.
The Bone Machine First Battalion below simultaneously launched their operation. This time, without any probing or maneuvering, the fifty Bone Model surged forward like piranhas smelling blood. Ignoring the sporadic counterattacks from the city walls, their heavy bone legs treading on the bricks and stones, they quickly climbed the walls, seizing key high points throughout the fortress and seeking suitable platforms to unleash their firepower.
Immediately, a dense storm of metal rained down mercilessly on the exposed goblin soldiers below!
Some of the assault troops used Bone Model mortars to fire directly, breaking through the thick building walls and penetrating deeper into the passageways! They advanced along the corridors, tearing apart any resistance they encountered like skewers of candied hawthorns!
Such aggressive, reckless close-quarters combat tactics inflicted unimaginable casualties on the goblin defenders, completely disrupting their original defensive deployment. However, being outnumbered made Bone Model vulnerable to attacks from all sides.
After several minutes of intense firefight, seven or eight Bone Model were destroyed under concentrated fire, with shattered bone fragments and metal parts flying everywhere. Fortunately, the necromancers on their backs reacted quickly and most managed to escape before being attacked, so the personnel losses were far less than the mechanical damage.
The advantages of the undead construct were now on full display. The mages formed hand seals and cast spells, and the Bone Model shimmered with a dark glow. The broken bones gathered together and were reassembled, and soon the main structure of the Bone Model construct was restored!
The operator discarded the damaged steel weapons and quickly withdrew from the scorching front line to a temporary repair point at the rear.
Brand-new weapon modules were installed onto these reconstructed skeletons. Moments later, the newly revamped Bone Model roared once more, charging back into the meat grinder-like battlefield without hesitation!
****
In the air, Zijin also encountered a concentrated attack from the powerful goblin warriors.
Several Master Rank goblin warriors, their bodies radiating Dou Qi or magical light, shot into the air from various parts of the fortress like arrows, their menacing killing intent fiercely surrounding the scholar lady suspended in mid-air.
"Finally, a decent appetizer!" A cold smile curled at the corner of Zijin's lips. With a flick of her wrist, the Divine Favor Scepter was already in her grasp. The tip of the scepter lightly touched the void, and a circle of colorless ripples suddenly spread out, even causing the thick fog to surge!
"Natural Rhythm!"
This time, she kept the area of her domain relatively small, only covering the area in the air. If she expanded it too much, it would also include the fierce battle of the Bone Model below.
Death is a natural part of life, and Zijin's own undead creations are unaffected. However, the necromancers below cannot achieve this; their Bone Model cannot withstand the checks of the "Natural Rhythm" law and will lose their control.
As the domain expanded, Zijin raised her hand, ready to lock onto her target, only to be astonished to find that the goblin "group" that had just been aggressively surrounding them was now turning around and fleeing frantically away from the fortress at more than twice the speed they had come from!
The thick fog obscured their vision, and they initially failed to recognize Zijin. But when the iconic Divine Favor Scepter descended and an unknown domain of power unfolded, even the most obtuse goblin realized who was before him.
Excuse me, Saint Rank Destroyer Belladonna - One Wind, get out of here!
Zijin sighed helplessly. She chose the most pleasing-looking target to escape from, tapped her scepter, and a colorful dark spell shot out, enveloping him. A moment later, the goblin master fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
She raised her hand, preparing to cast a High Rank Undead Summoning spell. Undead summoned from Master Rank materials would have considerable combat power. However, before Zijin could complete the spell, the light of a basic Skeleton Summoning spell had already covered her, and a Bone Model pilot who happened to be passing by pulled her up.
Zijin was starting to get annoyed by these ubiquitous undead teammates!
She glared hatefully at the remaining escapees, intending to choose another target, but unfortunately, they were too far away and could only watch them disappear into the depths of the fog.
After all, Zijin's primary task here is to ensure the achievement of the core objective of capturing the Goldglint Fortress!
Gradually, the clamor and resistance from within the fortress below subsided like the receding tide. A few stubborn goblin soldiers attempted desperate counterattacks, but they were like drops of water thrown into boiling oil, barely creating a tiny ripple before being submerged in the Bone Model- chilling torrent of slaughter and quickly annihilated.
Goldglint Fortress - Successfully Under Control!
****
King Nilunke's morning was a story in itself.
The sudden attack on their stronghold by the enemy should have elicited feelings of shock, anger, or even frustration and fear, but for Nilunke, this was the only description that came to mind.
Despite his many shortcomings, Nilunke was indeed a diligent monarch. Last night he worked until late, repeatedly discussing every detail of the landing operation on Snow Wing Island the day after tomorrow with his ministers and officers, and only fell into a deep sleep in the early hours of the morning.
Before dawn, still drowsy from a hangover, he was awakened by his servants, who reported in alarm:
A powerful enemy force has already landed on the coast near Goldglint Fortress!
Nilunke's first reaction was to find it laughable—that kind of position was guarded by the coastal defense legion, and the Second and Third Guard Legions could quickly come to its aid. Even if Bone King and Bay Owl himself arrived, they could only suffer a bitter defeat under the relentless onslaught of elite troops!
But before he could fully shake off his sleepiness, even worse news followed: the army of the Final Bone Mad Machines had already reached the foot of the fortress walls!
Nilunke was completely bewildered. He had only just received reports of the enemy landing, and now he was being told that the enemy was at the city gates.
He even wondered if he hadn't woken up from a dream, as if this journey didn't exist? Twenty-five kilometers, and an army could just appear out of nowhere?
Before the messenger could offer any explanation, a series of deafening explosions resounded across the bunker. Deadly shrapnel and scorching metal storms, like the scythe of death, instantly covered the entire surface of the fortress, tearing the meticulously arranged magical cannons and alchemical crossbows into burning scrap metal!
The entire fortress, both physically and psychologically, was thrown into a tremendous tremor!
King Nilunke finally came to his full senses, a chill instantly creeping up his spine. "It's the Pansy!"
He forced himself to remain calm, but before he could come up with a solution, the battle situation had already deteriorated.
The enemy's offensive was so fierce it was breathtaking. They attacked relentlessly, and in a very short time, they completely suppressed the upper defenses of the bunker and broke into the intricate interior of the fortress!
The goblin garrison suffered a series of defeats, like a dam breached by a flood.
They had fought desperately, focusing their fire and successfully destroying several monstrous Bone Model constructs. But those terrifying war machines reassembled right before their eyes, as if mocking their overestimation of their abilities!
This is an endless nightmare!
****
Bang!
Another gate was destroyed, and a small squad of three Bone Model broke through the inner defenses of the fortress once again. The surface of the passageway beneath their skeletal feet had turned into a fine, plush carpet. Ordinary goblin soldiers were powerless against the flames spewed by the Bone Model and could only watch as these killing gods drew ever closer to the core area.
Several valiant goblin captains suddenly burst out from a hidden corner, attempting to close in on the Bone Model for hand-to-hand combat. The necromancer on their backs immediately swung his staff, and several streaks of gray-white light immobilized the attackers.
In terms of strength, the necromancer was inferior to these elite warriors, and the forbidden spell he cast only lasted for a few breaths before being broken free. But in that brief moment, a string of grenades crashed down with a sharp whistling sound!
Amidst the flames and shockwaves of the continuous explosions, the goblin captains staggered backward, many with limbs mutilated, and some collapsing to the ground.
But as the battle continued, the barrage of bullets spewed by the Bone Model began to thin out. Ammunition reserves were running low, and they needed to use them sparingly. Some Bone Model that had penetrated into the building voluntarily withdrew.
The goblin commander keenly sensed this change, and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his eyes! They resolved to gather their remaining elite forces and launch a desperate charge, using sheer numbers to completely overwhelm the exhausted enemy!
Just then, a deep and violent mechanical roar, like the roar of a giant beast, came from afar. The large wheels crushed the stone road carefully paved by the goblins, groaning under the weight, and the road surface was crushed and dented.
This steel behemoth violently smashed through the thick fog, with an unstoppable momentum, until it came to a sudden stop below the edge of the city wall.
Gospel opened the driver's cab door, leaped onto the roof, and six nimble robotic arms pulled open the heavy cargo box and unfolded it, revealing that it was full of bullet boxes and ammunition boxes that were almost overflowing.
"God says, ammunition is readily available!" Gospel solemnly proclaimed, raising its two mechanical arms high. Empowered by missionary magic, its divinely resonant voice echoed clearly throughout every corner of the battlefield.
"Praise be to the God of Supply!" the necromancers erupted in a frenzied cheer.
With no more worries, they took turns emptying their magazines and then calmly retreated to reload.
Witnessing crates of cold metal, which had just claimed the lives of countless comrades, being refilled like spring water into the bellies of the enemy's bone machines, the surviving goblins' faces instantly lost all color. The flame of hope that had just been ignited was cruelly and mercilessly extinguished.
The remaining morale of the Goldglint Fortress defenders shattered like glass struck by a heavy hammer. Before the well-equipped modern war machines, the goblin's flesh and blood were nothing but a pathetic joke.
****
Surrounded by his personal guards, King Nilunke chose a secluded underground passage away from the coast and began his hasty evacuation. A large number of high-ranking goblin officials, like frightened rats, either followed him or stumbled and fled outwards through other similar tunnels.
This is the heartland of the goblin empire, with a large number of elite legions stationed nearby. If you escape this fortress and hide in any of the military camps, you can unleash a vast sea of goblins!
At that time, they will surely overwhelm these invaders who rely on their weapons and act recklessly with an endless tide of goblins!
Even if it costs us the lives of goblin soldiers, depletes the invaders' ammunition reserves, and wears out their war machines, we will crush them all!
However, at the exit of the passage leading to hope, King Nilunke was astonished to see two figures, a man and a woman. They were leisurely leaning against the stone wall, holding steaming bamboo tubes, sipping soy milk and eating meat buns, clearly having been waiting there for some time.
The faint aroma of minced scallions and meat wafted through the air.
"Why didn't you eat this morning?" Ruixiuli casually tossed the empty bamboo tube onto the damp ground, making a crisp sound. He straightened up and grabbed the oversized, exaggeratedly designed White Bone sword leaning against the wall.
Despite its enormous size, the skeleton is not very dense, and its actual weight is only equivalent to that of a standard two-handed greatsword.
"Going to tie her hair." Jielusi put down the bamboo tube and gracefully picked up the staff leaning against her feet. "Don't you know that girls need to spend more time getting ready before going out?"
She then asked with a hint of doubt, "But you, why are you also on an empty stomach?"
"I found this bone sword when I woke up; five more pieces escaped," Ruixiuli explained helplessly, pointing to the greatsword of White Bone in his hand. "It took me a lot of effort to catch them."
Clearly, he still needs some time before he can fully master this new White Bone weapon.
"Gentlemen," Jielusi turned to the pale-faced Nilunke, who were blocked in the passage, a chilling gray glint appearing in her eyes, "Are you going to surrender voluntarily, or—should we go through the motions?"
A chill emanating from the depths of their souls instantly gripped everyone! Even the Wang family guards, who were quite powerful, instinctively took a few steps back.
Further on was a fork in the road they had just passed. A trusted guard seized the opportunity to whisper in King Nilunke's ear, "Your Majesty, we'll hold off the enemy while you escape through another branch of the tunnel!"
"Oh, and just a friendly reminder," Ruixiuli, slinging the White Bone greatsword over his shoulder, "I advise you not to go down the left path; there's an assassin called Silver Mask guarding it."
Upon hearing Nilunke's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively glanced at the dark hole to his right.
Ruixiuli grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile was mocking, and combined with his scarred face, it made him look even more terrifying. "As for the right side, Bowers is guarding it."
Faintly, from the direction of other passages, the sound of dragons breathing out their breath could be heard again. Clearly, the part that Ruixiuli hadn't mentioned was not an easy path either.
"The dragons' orders are that anyone who misses a spot will be blacklisted from the internet cafe!" Jielusi said calmly. "My personal advice is, don't mess with these internet-addicted dragons!"
The goblins didn't understand what an internet cafe was, but they understood dragon breath. They re-examined the two people in front of them; compared to the dragon, the humans seemed easier to deal with.
However, if there is only one person on each side, then it is advisable to retreat and escape from either side.
"You—" Ruixiuli's smile widened, and he suddenly exerted his power. The greatsword of White Bone emitted a series of teeth-grinding, rapid "crackling" sounds as countless tiny bone fragments peeled away and disintegrated!
Ruixiuli's figure transformed into a blurry white light, carrying a shattered bone blade, and swept past the horrified goblins like a ghost!
A blinding white light flashed and disappeared in an instant! Ruixiuli had appeared behind them like a phantom, standing firmly.
Thump, thump-
Several guards, who had been on edge just moments before, belatedly raised their hands to cover their necks, blood gushing from between their fingers, and collapsed limply to the ground.
Ruixiuli slowly turned around, his greatsword of White Bone pointing diagonally at the ground, hot blood dripping from its tip, his eyes as cold as ice.
"You think you can run away from us? You're dreaming!"