MMORPG: Divine Mech Hunter
Chapter 1553: Joining the Battle

Chapter 1553: Chapter 1553: Joining the Battle

In the sky, war clouds gathered densely as both sides frantically dispatched their forces.

What began as a duel between leaders had escalated, with a large number of players taking to the skies, and Uldaman unwilling to back down as even their leaders joined the aerial combat.

Elite aerial legions were mobilized, including Uldaman’s elite air force and those from several factions, all ready to engage in battle.

Uldaman deployed a significant number of Melt Flying Dragons—clearly one of their hidden cards.

Among the factions, only the Chaos Camp faced the worst scenario, relying solely on the air forces of various guilds within their camp, unable to compete with the strength of the other factions.

It was now widely recognized that achieving the highest military honor or securing the first kill depended less on ground combat, which had reached a similar progression everywhere, and more on success in aerial engagements.

The forces of the Neutral Faction were led by the formidable Angel Legion.

The Angel Legion was ranked among the elite airborne units, on par with the Dragon Legion, and was regarded as a dominant power in the skies, brimming with strength.

Moreover, the Neutral Faction’s collaboration with other races compensated for their lack of ground troops and Tank Legions and allowed them to overwhelm the Hell Legion, gaining the upper hand in battle. Retaking Heaven was only a matter of time.

The Light Faction’s air force was composed of the Royal Griffin Legion and the Hippogriff Legion. Both Griffins and Hippogriffs were indisputable overlords of their respective regions.

The Dark Camp mainly comprised the Wyvern and Dragon Eagle Legions, equivalent to the Griffins and Hippogriffs, all formidable rulers of the sky.

The respective factions’ players clustered around these elite aerial forces, ensuring a sense of security.

Only the players in the Chaos Camp ground their teeth in frustration. Their NPC aerial legions had been practically wiped out, leaving the remnants reliant on player legions to maintain appearance.

The Werewolf General’s eyes were bloodshot; this was simply humiliating.

As each side’s aerial forces rapidly assembled, powerful figures took to the skies, facing off against one another, with the battle poised to erupt at any moment.

However, most players were astute and focused on their chosen leaders, though many set their sights on the Demon Marshal Alice, seeking the highest military glory.

"Who would’ve thought the aerial battle would become this lively?" The Demon Marshal spread her hand, and a slender yet menacing great katana materialized in her grip.

The great katana shimmered faintly with a blood-red glow, exuding an aura that gripped the heart.

"Enough talk—fight!" The Human General swung his Warhammer, unleashing a blinding streak of lightning that streaked toward the Demon Marshal, while the Royal Griffin darted forward.

"Kill!" With a roar from the Blood Hoof Chieftain, a massive tauren phantom enveloped him, and his aura surged once again.

"Battle!" The Archangel wielding the Spear of Truth shimmered with brilliance as he charged forth.

Lightning descended from the sky, and with a deft twist of her wrist, the Demon Marshal’s katana traced an arc, releasing a crimson blade flash that collided with the spear’s thunderous strike.

Kill!

Roars erupted from the battlefield’s heroes, crashing into one another like waves, heralding the true beginning of the battle.

"Demon Marshal, prepare to die."

A number of players used special items to move faster than the faction leaders, aiming to strike or kill the Demon Marshal.

At this moment, Alice’s overwhelming stature dwarfed the players who lacked enhancement, making them seem like tiny ants.

The daring attackers were almost entirely composed of Paladins.

Why were they so bold? The reason was simple: they counted on the invincibility of their Holy Shield skill.

The Demon Marshal’s eyes flickered with contemptuous rage—she hadn’t expected such feeble creatures to dare provoke her.

The katana in her hand gleamed with dark, blood-red blade flashes, while tendrils of Dark Touch shot forth like steel needles.

The blade light effortlessly pierced the fragile barriers formed by the Holy Shield skill, shredding them like paper.

Many players were cleaved in two by the blade flashes, plummeting to the ground, while the Dark Touch tendrils bypassed the Holy Shield entirely, impaling the Paladins.

The wave of Paladins released a surge of Sanction Hammer strikes, but they barely scratched the Dark Touch tendrils, amounting to less than an itch for the Demon Marshal.

Only now did they realize their so-called invincibility was designed for same-tier enemies and wasn’t absolute even then—it merely provided robust defensive power, with a high likelihood of resisting attacks. Yet the Demon Marshal’s current state had surpassed the World-level Chief tier, reaching a transcendent, near-Demigod state. With divine essence at her command, their fragile invincibility was laughable.

To the Demon Marshal, it was irrelevant whether these players activated their invincibility or not.

In mere moments, hundreds of elite fighters were brutally killed.

"How dare such ants challenge me."

The Demon Marshal, dismissive, turned to battle against four faction leaders simultaneously, leaving the players bitterly aware they couldn’t withstand even a single strike from her—or even survive the shockwaves caused by her clash with other powerful leaders.

The horrifying realization halted any aspirations for melee players to join the fight against her; only ranged combat professions dared to seek opportunities to attack.

This was Uldaman’s ultimate boss. The military honors were secondary—players were willing to brave the deadly risks for the chance to claim the Demon Marshal’s loot upon her defeat.

The faction leaders sneered at the players’ ignorance. Without top-tier equipment and weaponry for protection, they too wouldn’t dare face the Demon Marshal—let alone these novices.

Strength was one factor, but a potent weapon or piece of equipment was absolutely necessary; otherwise, one would only march to their death.

The battle raged intensely as Li Yao whistled sharply.

"Demoness, Feng Yi, Protectors—the ground forces are yours to command. Dragon Queen, safeguard the legion and ensure no powerful figures massacre our troops."

The teams complied with Starfire’s orders, commanding the ground legions in battle.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

A green mist streaked swiftly across the battlefield, catching everyone’s attention. Seeing the Green Dragon Legion, the United Army erupted with joy, while Alice’s eyes betrayed a fleeting regret.

"Prairie Fire," Green Dragon Princess called out, "it seems we must collaborate once more. Are you ready?"

Leading the charge, the Green Dragon Princess appeared revitalized and imposing, fully recovered. The Green Dragons in her legion radiated vigor, clearly having regained their peak condition.

Though the Green Dragon Legion was undeniably powerful, Uldaman’s elite forces were formidable as well. These elite units were equipped with mounted riders, who themselves were recognized as skilled warriors.

If the Green Dragon Army charged in alone, it would undoubtedly suffer considerable losses.

Collaboration with Starfire had thus become essential. Having experienced it before and being indebted to Starfire for their rescue, the dragons harbored no resistance to the idea.

Under the countless envious, jealous, and resentful gazes from other players, one Starfire member after another, along with elite troops, were whisked onto the backs of dragons...