Chapter 625 — The Relief Plan
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The scouting squad led by Suo You, while approaching the edge of the war zone, discovered a dragon under siege by crystal-cluster giants.
To be honest, when Gao Yang first heard the news, he was completely dumbfounded.
His first reaction was to wonder whether that Miss Mylittlepony had fallen out of the sky again—after all, that blue dragon had a precedent in that regard, and her flying technique did not seem particularly reliable.
But he quickly ruled out that guess, because the report stated that the dragon was black. Gao Yang reasoned it through and concluded that it was probably not the result of Meitzen being scorched black by arcane lightning...
But no matter what, he still dispatched a relief force at the first opportunity to rendezvous with the other party at the breakout point Suo You had marked, and at the same time set out himself, arriving at a forward strongpoint on the front line of the war zone—a great mass of troops was gathering at this strongpoint, preparing to use it as a springboard for further operations in the Red Maple region.
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Only when she saw several oddly shaped steel war chariots and a large number of fully armed human soldiers appear ahead did Maggie finally confirm that she had survived.
That was the Cecil army—an army capable of fighting its way from the edge of the contamination zone all the way to the heartland.
The steel chariots' engines roared, the magic-power cannons shrieked, and obelisk-shaped warheads accelerated by rails fell into the enemy ranks, using explosions to put an end to those pitiful, twisted lives; soldiers in metal armor, bearing heavy combat packs and wielding flamethrowers, advanced alongside the chariots, and wherever they passed, flames rolled and everything burned.
The smell of iron and fire filled the battlefield, and this civilized force—more savage than savagery itself—thoroughly overawed Maggie's heart.
Deafening explosions rang out on every side, and the earth trembled faintly beneath them. Maggie fought to shake off a crystal-cluster giant that was trying to grab her tail, then watched as the monster was sliced to fragments in midair by a dozen beams of light sweeping toward it; lethal magical effects scattered like cheap crossbow bolts and stone balls, strafing every standing target that was not friendly, and amid the ceaseless thunderous shock, Maggie could not help shrinking her neck, seized by an inexplicable dread—
What kind of power had that founding duke, returned from the dead, forged within his realm?
Following the safe route carved out under covering fire, her powerful dragon claws running across the earth in a rather clumsy manner, she caught from the corner of her eye a large vehicle bearing a steel holy emblem, its hull stamped with numerous prayers and sacred symbols, charging up a slope, weapons on its roof firing again and again, sweeping the battlefield with searing white light; then the metal door on the vehicle's side opened, and several exceptionally tall, valiant warriors in heavy white armor burst out, bearing heavy warhammers, their helmets and shoulder guards engraved all over with scripture, the scriptural cloths on their chests fluttering in the wind. They charged onto the battlefield and fervently smashed the nearest crystal-cluster giants with their hammers, roaring at the top of their lungs: "Execute the Holy Light's purification!"
Then these berserkers took up certain incendiary devices hanging behind them and began strafing in all directions.
At last, the battlefield fell quiet.
Griffin knights and giant eagles circled high overhead, continuing to watch the surrounding situation. A soldier who appeared to be a commander came before Maggie with several soldiers, and after sizing up the black dragon before him with curiosity and caution, he spoke: "What's the situation? Can you understand human speech?"
Enduring the throbbing pain of her wounds, Maggie produced a deep, almost growling sound from her throat: "Yes."