I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 731 - 731 730. Line up for execution by firing squad_1

Chapter 731: 730. Line up for execution by firing squad_1 Chapter 731: 730. Line up for execution by firing squad_1 What attack can humans undertake without metal?

To be honest, the players didn’t have much of a clue either.

In the early stages of human warfare when the strength of metal wasn’t very high, wooden products were indeed the mainstream.

But as far as history goes, humans have probably never hunted such large land creatures before, and moreover, these are not creatures of flesh and blood but rather enormous beings with steel hides.

To put it formally, in the absence of any supernatural enhancements, the weapons in the players’ hands would likely be less hard than the enemy’s hide; a direct confrontation, although not necessarily causing mutual destruction, could at the very least be described as throwing eggs against rocks.

Adopting common human combat methods would only result in the annihilation of a group.

The players were, of course, well aware of this.

They created some simple war machines, such as trebuchets.

Before the Middle Ages, trebuchets were always a main force in siege and defense wars, and with the torque generated by twisting ropes, these machines could hurl heavy stones, causing damage to distant enemies and buildings.

At this moment, a dozen or so small trebuchets were ready at the edge of the forest, on top of a pit.

Following the commander’s order, those stones flew out, following a parabolic trajectory dictated by gravity, and smashed into the heavy steel iron lizard.

Clang clang clang—

A dull sound arose; it was seen that these stones did have an effect on the metallic shell of the iron lizard, creating several dents, and a few more launches might just be enough to breach its defenses.

Facing the attack, the gigantic iron lizard slowly moved its body, looking at the small nuisances around it causing trouble.

Its actions were far from swift, sluggish like an old man in his dotage.

This was perfectly normal; once an organism’s size grew to a certain extent, nerve conduction would experience delays. While not as much as 35ms, these delays become evident in the organism’s overall reactions to external stimuli, which would be perceived very slowly.

After all, the process of receiving a stimulus, transmitting it to the brain, responding, and then transmitting that response back to the body required more time than for typical organisms.

This was the players’ only advantage.

Boom—

The iron lizard moved; one of its feet stomped down, crushing a trebuchet into a splintered wreck, along with two players who hadn’t managed to escape in time.

The live broadcast happened to catch this unlucky player, presenting the scene from their first-person perspective as the giant steel foot descended from the sky, falling vertically and blocking out the sun without any semblance of reason.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Li couldn’t help but inhale sharply; although he had never encountered such a situation and couldn’t truly empathize, the sense of oppression still made it hard for him to catch his breath.

[Holy shit, how can we even fight this?]

[Isn’t there some sort of magic to blast it into oblivion?]

[Stone hitting steel, I can’t even watch this]

[So cruel, these players have it way too tough]

[It’s like lining up for a firing squad!]

The barrage of comments expressed a shared sense of experience.

Zheng Li saw that the battle was still ongoing, with many players sprinting towards the Iron Lizard, attempting to climb onto its dark greenish-black body and attack the massive creature with the weapons in their hands.

Among them was Old Eggplant.

The weapon in his hand was a longsword that had been extraordinarily modified by Lu Ban, which had a strong suppressive effect on Demonic Beasts.

Old Eggplant moved as deftly as an Elven Archer, flipping onto the Iron Lizard’s tail. His sword plunged downward, and the blade, which appeared common, surprisingly penetrated the steel carapace, stabbing into it.

Only after a moment did the Iron Lizard start to respond. Its tail slowly moved, but Old Eggplant had already withdrawn the sword and was running upwards.

He grabbed the protrusions of the ore and climbed up the rugged surface.

At the same time, other players also approached the creature through gaps between the Iron Lizard’s several legs and climbed onto its body.

These players were like ants confronting an elephant, gathering around the Iron Lizard.

However, they did not cluster together but spread out, staying about ten or more meters apart. This way, even if one player was crushed, the others could get closer to the beast in a short time.

“So the catapults were a decoy.”

At this moment, Zheng Li roughly understood the players’ strategy. They used the catapults to draw the Iron Lizard’s attention, luring it away from the pit and busy destroying those catapults, and then used swarm tactics to eliminate the monster.

Slash by slash, the players’ weapons, imbued with extraordinary effects, kept piercing through the Iron Lizard’s body, and the beast, which originally seemed invincible, was now covered in wounds. Beneath the steel exterior, it was indeed flesh and blood.

Old Eggplant had now climbed up to the Iron Lizard’s neck. His target was the head. Although he was unsure whether the length of his sword was enough to penetrate the skull, decapitation was surely the best way to kill a beast.

The Iron Lizard was becoming confused. It twisted its body, but because it was not fast, most of the prepared players managed to anchor their weapons through the steel carapace and secure themselves firmly onto the creature, preventing them from being thrown off.

Except for a bit of acrophobia.

Zheng Li watched the live broadcast feeling as though his feet were dangling in mid-air, as if he were the player climbing up there, his heart in his throat, afraid that the next moment he would take flight.

This sense of tension from the first-person perspective was unmatched by any movie.

At that moment, the camera focused on Old Eggplant.

He stepped over the neck and arrived at the Iron Lizard’s head, which was relatively smooth due to often rubbing against the ground. The dark greenish-black ore scattered across the head gave Old Eggplant something to grasp as he inched forward, quivering with fear.

Zheng Li held his breath along with Old Eggplant’s perspective. The wind howled past his ears, the earth seemed very far away, and the people below were too small to be seen clearly, like ants. When the Iron Lizard suddenly turned, numerous players were flung off, falling down like scattered trash.

Old Eggplant clenched his teeth, he raised his sword overhead, and with the blade pointing down, he plunged it fiercely.

The longsword sank into the steel carapace like it was piercing a cake. This time, the pain feedback came faster than at any other moment, and the Iron Lizard let out a buzzing sound from its mouth—its wail and roar. The behemoth, burly and enormous, probably could never have imagined being driven to such a desperate state by the tiny humans it could squash at any moment.

Old Eggplant hadn’t even had time to rejoice when the Iron Lizard suddenly shook itself. It seemed to sense the real danger and was struggling in its death throes.

The creature’s sudden movement caught the players off guard, many of them were thrown off its body, including Old Eggplant, who could only grip tightly onto the sword stuck in the Iron Lizard’s head, afraid to let go and be flung out into a forest unknown.

But the next moment, the Iron Lizard’s movements abruptly froze.