MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1547: Dominant

Chapter 1547: Chapter 1547: Dominant

For the Demon Marshal to not launch an all-out attack immediately seemed like a missed opportunity to severely damage the United Army, but in actuality, it was an extremely wise decision.

The fact that several factions have become the mainstream representative forces in the Ancient God World, effectively in control of this world, is not without their own underlying strengths.

Especially the three major factions, their current influence is definitely not an accident.

The Demon Marshal clearly recognizes that relying solely on Uldaman’s power, it is virtually impossible to defeat several factions. Even if they could achieve partial victories, it is certain that the ultimate winner would be the United Army of those factions.

After all, the Ancient Gods are sealed, with limited power. What needs to be done now is to accumulate strength, gradually gain capital to grow, and use the conflicts between factions to survive.

She understood all too well that a showdown would inevitably force the various factions to unite.

If there is no world-ending force or significant strength from the Ancient Gods surfacing, all it takes is a brief period of calm for disputes to arise between the factions.

Therefore, the emergence of Uldaman this time is not the same as their previous overconfident challenge to the United Army of several factions.

Not long ago, the Blood Origin Tribe was extremely rampant, sweeping across several maps in a short period of time, becoming unrivaled—but because they were overly arrogant, they ended up being surrounded and attacked, ultimately leading to their race’s annihilation.

If such a powerful race had been wiser, lurking and developing, there would not be an impossibility for them to become a powerful force in the future.

Although Uldaman’s development is not bad, and its various legions are strong, they still fall short compared to Blood Origin.

Launching their final counterattack is merely to give several factions a lesson and to show off their true strength. There’s no need for a desperate struggle, but it’s essential to inflict pain on the factions.

Being too arrogant like the Blood Origin Tribe is naturally unacceptable, but appearing too weak is even worse, as it would only lead to relentless persecution from the factions. Only by flexing muscle can they make the factions have second thoughts.

This final battle is crucial, with the air force being the key of keys.

Launching a few powerful legions for a surprise attack is meant to find the vulnerabilities of several factions, then concentrate forces to strike at the weak points of the United Army.

Therefore, as the dense swarms of aerial forces took to the sky, the Blood Vampbat Legion dispersed, beginning their attacks on the three major factions.

More than half of the air force headed straight towards the Chaos Camp’s army, with Melt Flying Dragons being quite rare, and also being semi-elemental beings with Dragon Bloodline.

It is said that Ancestor Dragons that lived above the volcanic craters in the Ancient Times slowly evolved through mutation, and these dragons would lay their Dragon Eggs in boiling magma.

Not only does the magma allow the Dragon Eggs to rapidly absorb the power of the earth’s fire for fast hatching, but it also enables such dragons to control fire and magma from birth. The dragonfly race is already among the pinnacle of power in this world.

Furthermore, nourished by the earth’s fire, even if the Melt Flying Dragons are not as numerous as the Giant Dragon Legion, they are in some aspects superior to Giant Dragons.

If it weren’t for the fact that these dragons would greatly weaken away from the earth’s fire, they probably would have dominated the Neutral Continent long ago. Even so, the Melt Flying Dragon race still rules among the monsters of Neutral Continent, occupying many volcanic craters.

No one noticed when the Great Angel felt a flash of relief seeing the Melting Flying Dragon Legion head towards the Chaos Camp; no one knows better than him how formidable the Melting Flying Dragon Legion is.

The Melting Flying Dragon Legion is not large in number, probably no more than a hundred thousand at most. But their overwhelming presence still shocked everyone, as the Melting Flying Dragon Legion illuminated the massive underworld in the sky, like a sea of fire clouds.

Behind the Melt Flying Dragons was an overwhelming number of Pterosaurs, whose quantity was unknown.

Pterosaurs, although a sub-dragon species and not true members of the Dragon Clan, still possess formidable aerial combat abilities.

The Chaos Camp already suffered significant losses against ground Legions due to logistics and coordination issues and have yet to stabilize. Now, confronted with Uldaman’s elite Legion, the various Chaos army units are at a loss.

The Chaos Camp also possesses an air force, but it had been dispatched to deal with the ground forces of Uldaman’s Legions. Now facing a sudden strike from the enemy air forces, most of the Chaos Camp’s air units are in disarray.

Only a portion of the self-proclaimed noble Night Ghost Legion rushed forth with ferocity to meet the main force of Demon Marshal Alice’s air forces.

The Night Ghosts are a branch of the Vampires and do not acknowledge themselves as part of the Blood Race, instead, they believe themselves to belong to a more noble super Race boasting the Abyssal Overlord Demon Bloodline.

They too are members of the Chaos Camp, possessing nearly all characteristics of the Blood Race, albeit distinct from them.

Indeed, a hybrid of Vampires and Demons, their visages are ferocious – with bloodthirsty fangs resembling those of monsters, bodies adorned with intimidating Bone Spurs, and muscles tightly knotted. Although humanoid, their legs and feet are monstrous claws, elongated and their wings are not those of bats, but rather bizarre ones covered in freakish fur.

The key difference is that they cannot shapeshift and lack the elegance and beauty of the Blood Race.

Roar...

All the Night Ghosts let out a heaven-piercing roar, with powerful, visible sound waves surging like a tsunami towards Uldaman’s air forces.

"Child’s play."

This time, even Demon Marshal Alice made a personal appearance. Her form grew immensely large, shrouded in terrifying black mist, seated upon a Melt Flying Dragon that was as massive and fearsome as a volcano, clearly an Ancestor Dragon.

The Melting Flying Dragon Legion paid no heed to the soundwaves, but countless Pterosaurs released piercing screams.

Layers of sound waves spread out, the two types of sonic vibrations colliding.

All combatants felt their heads ache, those below the leader level all experienced intense headaches and felt extremely nauseated.

There were even instances of bleeding from the ears as if the underground world was about to collapse, with large chunks of rock continually falling from the ceiling.

"Endless Magma!"

"Death Siphon!"

Alice took the lead, and the moment she drew near to the foremost Night Ghosts, the leading Melt Flying Dragon king’s body swelled, spewing magma from all over as though it were an erupting volcano.

Many Night Ghosts were scorched by the lava, ignited into burning Fireballs and plummeting down.

The Melt Flying Dragon king directly broke into the formation of the Night Ghosts, while countless gloomy, blood-colored tentacles surrounded Alice like a giant porcupine, with innumerable tentacles acting like steel needles, blanketing a thousand-yard radius.

Numerous Night Ghosts were impaled by tentacles without a sound, as these beings were Vampires themselves. Yet at this moment, their bodies rapidly shriveled to withered mummies as if desiccated for countless years, instantly collapsing, and the corpses disintegrated into dust before even hitting the ground.

In a single move, thousands of mighty Night Ghosts perished, sending chills down the spines of countless onlookers...