The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

On the other side, the third machine gun also seemed to start reloading, and the firepower from the hillside suddenly diminished.

The pressure from the hill clearly lightened, and Bakar's eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking around at those three silenced highgrounds, he seemed to see the dawn of victory again!

It seems the demons' witchcraft is not without limits!

"Now is the time!"

Filled with battle fervor, he roared and raised his Obsidian Giant Sword high, swinging it vigorously!

"Charge up for me!"

The deafening roar seemed to shatter the fear lingering in the blood mist.

The front troops of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, just suppressed to the brink of collapse, once again picked up their wavering determination with the cessation of hilltop firepower.

Watching General Bakar, who had not retreated a single step from start to finish, they decided to charge once more with the General.

"Charge!!"

"Those demons can't hold on any longer! Charge!!"

Seeing the Armored Dragon soldiers regrouping at the foot of the mountain again, Cassa's face darkened. She signaled the trusted aide beside her to blow the horn, preparing to lead the warriors of the Sand Ridge Clan forward to meet the enemy.

"Warriors of the Sand Ridge Clan! Behind us is our home! If the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom wants to destroy us, then let them come! We will stain the earth with our blood, so the great Mother Earth Atiya can see our loyalty!"

She reverse-gripped the Sand Erosion Scimitars in both hands, full of battle intent, with eyes unwavering, as if life and death were already beyond consideration.

"Wait, wait! If you guys rush up, I won't be able to shoot!"

Fiddling with the gun parts, "One Mouthful of Chemical Pool" hurriedly stood up, trying to stop them, "Calm down! Maybe if I shake it a bit more, I'll fix it!!"

Cassa turned to look at him, her gaze gentle yet determined, speaking decisively.

"No matter, when your magic wand regains its might, just sweep it in our direction. Even if we are accidentally injured by you, we won't blame you... this is our choice."

She still couldn't understand what this Undead Warrior meant by "amazing thing," but she thought it must be some kind of tool for releasing magic.

If they could gain protection from such terrifying power, then even if she died here, the Sand Ridge Tribe would definitely be fine.

She would die without regret!

"One Mouthful of Chemical Pool" opened and closed his jaw, glanced down at the Gatling lying like a dead snake, and uttered helplessly.

"...Uh, what I meant was, you could send a few less people up to die. Maybe I'll really fix it in a while..."

Cassa: "..."

The tragic atmosphere lingering on the sand dune dispersed like drifting sand scattered by the wind.

Fortunately, the conversation between the two was not overheard by the other soldiers and did not affect the high morale of the Sand Ridge Clan warriors.

"Follow me!" Cassa turned around without changing her expression, leading the charging warriors of the Sand Ridge Clan with a loud roar.

Nimble figures, like flying chameleons, dove into the midst of the Armored Dragon soldiers amid the rolling sands.

Undoubtedly.

These desert tribes being beaten down by the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom had their reasons.

Although the Sand Ridge Clan warriors were full of spirit, they fought without any strategy or form.

Even when the opponent had been shredded by machine gun fire, they still became scattered, fighting individually on the battlefield.

In contrast, the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's army, although lacking formation, still maintained small groups, avoiding isolation as much as possible, and even executing small-scale encirclement of enemies.

These chameleons certainly were more suited to being assassins; forming battle formations was too difficult for them.

"One Mouthful of Chemical Pool" watched anxiously, wishing to seize the nonexistent mouse for micro-management himself.

Of course.

He knew it was impossible and could only watch helplessly, torturing the Gatling beneath him like a dead snake, trying to make it spin again.

With the brawl commencing, the machine gun positions on the high ground were completely neutralized.

Not long after, the reinforcements from the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom arrived incessantly, and the broken front line showed signs of stabilizing again.

Seeing the high ground was about to fall, the elder brother was anxious, not knowing what to do, when a flicker of shadow silently landed on the back of the massive Dragon Turtle.

It was an Undead Rat.

In this chaotic battlefield, no one noticed its presence, not even the roaring General Bakar...

Except for Yiye Zhiqu, wielding dual hand sticks.

Watching the figure climbing onto the Dragon Turtle, his skeleton mouth finally stretched into a smile.

The opportunity had finally come.

Hu Wan, brother.

Without a moment's hesitation.

Hu Wan suppressed his footprints quietly, moving forward, simultaneously skillfully drawing out a dagger glowing with green light.

His movements were smooth, like slicing a watermelon on a chopping board, without any hesitation as he stabbed into the back of Bakar's neck.

He had been watching that spot for a long time!

"Pfft—!"

Red blade in, white blade out, blood spurted out beneath the shattered scales!

Bakar widened his eyes, incredulous, looking down at his throat. Instinctively, he tried to reach out to cover it, but even before his hand could rise, he felt his vision soaring high.

Then, as he rolled through the air, he saw his headless body collapse heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

"No..."

He desperately wanted to make a sound, but only the wind seeped through his open mouth.