Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest
Chapter 439 - 12: He Died

Chapter 439: Chapter 12: He Died

Colin of the Ice Island stood on the vast and chaotic battlefield, eyes vacant, limbs stiff.

In the sky above him, a dragon was flapping its wings, stirring up a fierce wind, attempting to ascend higher.

But it had endured many heavy blows, with over a dozen spears and arrows of varying depths lodged in its body, tearing its flesh, imposing an unbearable weight upon it.

Its Dragon Scale was shattered, Dragon Blood spilled onto the ground, and its wings were torn, the entire body like a kite riddled with holes.

Snap!

It struggled in the sky, helpless to reverse its downward plunge, only managing a sorrowful cry before slanting down from the sky to the earth!

"Run! Run!" At this moment, Colin heard Martin’s voice, distant and inconspicuous.

BOOM!

The dragon crashed to the ground, the earth trembled, dust billowing. Colin was knocked down by the impact, falling to the ground.

He sat there, staring blankly, oblivious to how he narrowly avoided being crushed to death.

Colin’s gaze just happened to meet the dragon’s vertical pupil.

The dragon was within reach, closer than ever before, its breath hot between its teeth, its nostrils blowing, he could feel the searing wave on his face.

The latter’s life force rapidly dissipated before his eyes, the flowing blood silently gathered into streams, the flame deep within the dragon’s vertical pupil gradually dimmed and extinguished.

All was not over.

...

All over the battlefield, black smoke rose, painting this place as a fiery pit.

Drenched in blood, the warriors of Igo fought fiercely across the battlefield, slaughtering ruthlessly.

Dragons swooped low, spewing fierce flames, wings controlling storms, driving the blaze across the entire battlefield, transforming it into a sea of fire.

The Church Court’s believer army, like straw, were reaped in swaths, dying in swaths, the rich smell of burning filling everyone’s noses.

Yet even so, the knights of the Gods continued charging. They stormed in groups, fearless and fervent, sacrificing without regard for their lives,

[Demon Hunting Mark]!

The knights of the Gods cast spells simultaneously.

It was as if a pair of merciless eyes opened in the void, locking onto all targets.

This spell not only allowed positioning but also increased hit rates.

"Eyes of the Gods! Guide the way! Glory of the Gods! Bestow upon me Divine Power!" The Demon Hunting Knight tightly gripped the short spear, his entire armor emitting a pitch-black light, the short spear also exuding a fierce aura.

Whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz!!!

Over thirty short spears launched from the earth toward the sky, rushing upward! This was every unit of the Demon Hunting Knights stationed at the Immortal Fortress.

[Power of Chaos]!

The Igo Witch, Geouin, took action.

She chanted an obscure spell, disrupting the Demon Hunting Knights’ magic, causing the majority of this round of attacks to miss.

A dragon that happened to dive down took several short spears, nearly falling. It shook its dragon neck, and flames swept out.

Another sea of fire rose, engulfing the Demon Hunting Knights within!

"Ah!" One of the Demon Hunting Knights took the brunt of it first!

The most powerful Dragon Flame burned his entire body, letting him feel the dreadful rapid rise in temperature, even with Magic Resistance features, the scorching heat penetrated through the metal, quickly melting his flesh, making him scream in agony within his armor!

On another part of the battlefield.

The Judgement Knight, clad in blood armor, charged in all directions, unstoppable.

Any bare warrior was ineffective, be they Middle Rank or High Rank, facing multiple Judgement Knights, if uncovered, there was only death.

Judgement Knights who once brought nightmares to River Valley Warriors, wearing heavy Mountain Copper Armor, their warhorses were fully armored as well, wielding cavalry spears three to five meters long, reaping lives swiftly.

First Rank or Third Rank, any unprotected flesh, colliding with the Judgement Knight’s spear blade had only one outcome!

Wherever they went, flesh and blood splattered, with no one able to intercept!

Until the Judgement Knights met the Berserker——the Axe Guard, fully armored, towering and brawny, each holding a heavy axe weighing thirty to fifty pounds.

They all drank the Ego Secret Medicine, mixed with poisonous mushrooms, a wild potion capable of increasing strength and reducing pain.

Behind them, Igo’s witches silently chanted.

[Power of the Storm]!

A group of berserkers stood tall here, the secret medicine temporarily turning them into bloodthirsty and pain-insensitive killing machines.

The spells of the Yige Priest made the dragon steel material of the axe blades change color, turning crimson, reaching hundreds of degrees high.

"Power of the Gods! Judgement of evil! Light of the Gods! Strangle evil!"

[Blood Judgment]!

The Judgement Knights also used magic, a layer of blood light enveloped all of them as if forming a divine halo.

Their postures were exceptionally cold and ruthless, sowing immense fear and trembling in their enemies, mortal eyes witness a vast sea of blood surge forward.

At this moment.

The King of the North, Alex, stood on a high platform, blowing the Dragon Horn of Igo!

...

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, summer had passed, the harvest reaped, the autumn air crisp and refreshing.

It was a time for war.

The Gods World launched an attack, and the Dragon Clan World blew the horns, resolutely meeting them in battle.

North of Iron Flower County, outside the walls of the Immortal Fortress, the vast land became a battlefield.

This was a terrible slaughter.

The number of people involved was difficult to count.

Those caught in it only knew that at any moment on this battlefield, people were dying.

Either cut to death, burned to death, stabbed to death, shot to death...

Even the dragon was no exception...

Even the dragon was no exception...

Colin’s mouth was dry, his hands trembled, his vision narrowed alarmingly, he saw nothing else, only one thing—all he saw was the dead dragon, and only after a good while did he understand what had happened, crawling away from the still-warm corpse of the dragon, slipping and stumbling.

Ah! Ah, ah, ah!! He gasped for air, and without knowing why, tears streamed down his face, feeling as if his heart had clutched his throat viciously.

He felt utterly miserable. He wanted to scream hysterically, but he couldn’t.

The cruelty of the battlefield lay bare before him!

The Igo horn, the high temperature, dense smoke, chaos, shouts of killing, and the stench of burnt flesh...all these assaulted his brain, everything simultaneously pressing down on him!

Mother, help me! Mother! Mother! I feel awful!

A force pulled him from behind, dragging Colin over half a meter away.

Colin turned to see Martin’s face, full of sores, showing hatred, he only wanted to muddle through the days, but witnessing the young man’s panic, this nominal young sergeant thought of his child who died on the battlefield, and he wanted to pull him out, drag him away from the whirlpool of war, but suddenly half a bloody pitchfork pierced through his chest, robbing him of all action ability.

Colin saw Yeager’s belly opened up, and the noseless man sat limp on the ground, trying to stuff the dusty intestines back, unaware of the shadow behind ready to swing a weapon;

Colin saw that young Ailuo’er had already fallen in a pool of blood, the unlucky child didn’t know how he died;

Many more people died here.

More, like him, were servants of the tribe.

The corpses he saw were just a drop in the vast sea of the battlefield.

Only those Extraordinary Units kept fighting fiercely, with strong will and fearless of death. They were the core of the battlefield.

Whereas countless little people went unnoticed. Like chaff, they were harvested, maimed, utterly reduced to battlefield decoration.

Colin looked around in a daze, before he could stand up, a curved blade came chopping down at him.

To him, the entire world split into two.

He died.

The scent of death on the battlefield grew ever stronger.