Ashen Dragon Chapter 755

Chapter 755: Chapter 120 Crush_2 Chapter 755: Chapter 120 Crush_2 Despite the army being in complete disarray, Pete forcibly calmed himself down and observed the situation with a cool head.

He knew that he must not panic now, otherwise not only his troop would face annihilation, but the whole of North Aisier would face a dreadful threat.

After a brief moment of consideration, Pete waved his Silver Sword in the roaring tumult and shouted with all his might: “Full speed retreat! This is not a monster we can fight!”

He gritted his teeth and roared again: “Afal, take fifty men and head southwest! We'll split up and make sure the message of the Ashen Empire's attack reaches Lord Walter!”

“Yes, Captain!”

The officer dressed in shining silver armor waved his riding whip, jerked the reins, and turned his horse, leading his elite Cavalry towards the right, heading into a narrower valley to the southwest.

There, although the cavalry's speed would be affected, those steel behemoths would find it difficult to squeeze in. Even if all the troops were wiped out, Pete wanted to get the message out so Duke Walter could be prepared.

However, at this moment, the Steam Tank turrets swiftly turned around, the thick barrels rotating, aiming directly at the elite cavalry.

Looking at the dark barrel, Pete suddenly had a bad premonition–he thought of those cannons from the Empire that Thrace Kingdom had purchased.

“Afal! Get out of the way!”

He stretched out his hand desperately, almost bursting his throat shouting, but it was already too late, Afal and his cavalry unit had already entered the valley.

“Boom!”

The Steel Beast let out a earth-shattering roar, the enormous recoil causing the vehicle to jerk backwards, even shaking the ground.

A fierce burst of flame erupted from the barrel, followed by a sky full of black smoke.

“No—-”
Pete crazily dashed in that direction, wishing he could block the barrel with his body.

But the cannonball had already left the barrel, screeching through the air, drawing a very low arc over hundreds of meters, and finally landing precisely on the steep cliffside.

“Boom!”

Another extremely powerful explosion, accompanied by intense flames, shattered rocks flew in all directions, dust and gravel filled the air.

The cliff suddenly collapsed, giant rocks tumbling down, making a thunderous noise, directly burying the fifty-member elite cavalry within.

“No, no…”

Pete's face turned pale, shaking his head in despair.

The cavalry unit entrusted with delivering the message was completely annihilated, and behind them, those Steel Beasts were getting closer.

He could smell the pungent odor of gunpowder smoke, feel the dust they kicked up, the sky was covered in black smoke and steam.

These Steel Beasts did not use the terrible artillery from earlier; they merely followed behind the cavalry, accompanied by the rumble of their engines, approaching at a steady speed, but appearing unstoppable.

Their target was clear–without wasting a single shell, they intended to crush all these fragile human cavalry in a simple and brutal manner.

“Ah!”

“Boss, help–”
“Gods! It, it's coming over!”

The soldiers' wails, the horses' neighing continued to sound, the noise of flesh and bones being crushed overwhelmed by the roar of the engines.

Riding on horseback, Pete couldn't help but turn his head back, watching as his long-time loyal subordinates were caught up by the tanks, then crushed into rubble along with their horses by the hard tracks.

In front of the Steel Beasts, the cavalry and the roadside rocks, plants had little difference, only making the tracks bloody.

Pete's face was also covered with a layer of black ash, but with a confused expression, he mumbled: “Could it be… that rumor is true?

Did Emperor Amanata really abandon us?”

As a Supernatural Level warrior, Pete had fought for the Holy Fadlan, battling those powerful devils, demons, but these Steel Beasts brought him an unprecedented despair.

Pete highly respected Duke Walter, supporting his mission to reshape Fadlan civilization and revisit the ideas of the emperor's glory.

However, for some reason, he sensed something utterly revolutionary from these war machines, something that could genuinely overturn Holy Fadlan.

More precisely, a new civilization and a new order, starkly distinct from the Fadlan of the past.

“No, it shouldn't be like this… I, I cannot allow such a thing to happen!

I can't just watch my comrades die, nor can I die a cowardly death in retreat. This is not what a proud person of Fadlan should do!”

Pete, his face smeared with black soot and contorted in anguish, suddenly leaped off his horse, turned around, and faced the steel beast with courage.

Like he had done countless times years ago, Pete pointed his Silver Sword forward and challenged the approaching Steel Golem.

At this moment, like a knight charging at windmills, he appeared brave yet absurd.

This was the Empire's “Great Red Dragon” class steam tank, the largest and most oppressive model, about fifteen meters long and four meters tall, akin to a moving small hill.

“Boom—-”
The tank had not yet arrived, but a fierce dust storm struck first, slashing Pete's face like knives and blurring his vision, leaving only the vast shadow ahead visible.

He gripped the Silver Sword with both hands, raised it above his head, leapt nearly five meters high, and let out a heart-wrenching roar: “For Holy Fadlan–”
Pete dove down from midair with a Jump Slash, and the Silver Sword, carried by a howling gust, struck down fiercely, unleashing a Supernatural Level burst of strength.

“Whoosh—-”
A piercing explosion sounded, and Pete's sword blade really sank deep into the front armor of the steel colossus!

“You monster! Die!”

Clenching the Silver Sword embedded in the armor, he attempted to continue attacking, seeking the Constructed Creature's Weakness–he had recognized it as similar to a Steel Golem.

But before Pete could rejoice, a strong repulsive force appeared. A Force Field Shield unexpectedly repelled the unprepared Transcendent Warrior, throwing him forward.

Pete crashed hard onto the ground, and before he could regain his senses, a shadow enveloped his whole body; he looked up–only to see the gargantuan body of the beast rolling towards him.

“No, no…”

Immediately after, the hundred-ton “Great Red Dragon” class tank rolled over with the force of a Scourge, and no matter how the Transcendent Warrior struggled, it was futile.

This was a crush of size and scale, like a Mortal arm-wrestling a giant Dragon, an inherently unwinnable match.

The sounds of flesh and bones being crushed, “crunch,” were drowned out by the engine's roar as the steel colossus continued to rampage across the plains, causing the earth itself to tremble.

Crushing these Cavalrymen? Merely an incidental matter.

Even the powerful and seasoned Transcendent Warrior, Pete, could only leave a slight scar on the frontal armor, hardly perceptible unless closely inspected.

In the cockpit of the “Great Red Dragon” tank, Iron Madman laughed wildly, his face filled with triumph.

“Hahahaha, driving a tank is thrilling! Especially a monster-class tank! Eight wheels against four legs, isn't this just a crush?”

Suddenly, Iron Madman looked at his panel in surprise, muttering softly, “Wait… when did I kill a mini-boss?”

[You killed [Scout Team Captain, Pete (Challenge Level: 9)], gaining 5000xp]
He felt particularly baffled yet somewhat pleasantly surprised, like stumbling upon a little treat.

This was a Challenge Level 9 boss, who in the previous version could only be barely defeated by marshaling a small team, yet now, he had accidentally been crushed to death by Iron Madman, almost unnoticed.

For the scout teams of Aisier, this was a disaster akin to earthquakes and tsunamis, an absolute catastrophe.

But for the tank-driving Imperial Soldiers, it was just an ordinary march, merely taking out some enemies along the way.

The tanks roamed freely across the vast plains, their real target–the unprepared cities of North Aisier.

Chapter end

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