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This time, the Beast Clan from the North launched a full-scale attack, and Lu Chen and Chen Qilin invested heavily, deploying all four of their Thunderbolts.
As the Beast Tide from the Demon Kingdom broke through the defenses of the Dragonbone Chariot, Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu found themselves entangled with the Minotaurs. Without hesitation, Lu Chen activated the Dragonbone Chariot, their ultimate weapon.
With a rumbling sound, the four Dragonbone Chariots emerged from the dense clouds, their cannons aimed directly at the Beast Tide below.
While everyone was shocked by this scene, the cannons suddenly fired. In an instant, a barrage of small shells rained down from above, enveloping the entire Beast Tide.
It was truly a storm composed purely of artillery shells, and its terrifying power would likely overwhelm even the strongest opponents.
The Minotaurs and other Beast Clan leaders had no choice but to retreat, as the power of the Thunderbolts was simply too fearsome. They had never anticipated that Lu Chen had hidden such a weapon in the clouds, waiting for the critical moment to reveal it as the key to victory.
At that moment, Lu Chen's objective was indeed achieved; he watched as large groups of the Beast Tide fell, their flesh pierced by countless projectiles. However, these were not arrows but powerful Fire Thunders that left them battered and bloodied.
In just a few blinks of an eye, the Beast Tide suffered countless casualties, their morale severely diminished.
Seeing this scene, Minotaur and other high-ranking members of the Beast Clan were extremely tense. He immediately summoned the Demon Sculptor and several other high-ranking members of the Wing Clan to discuss matters.
Soon after, some high-ranking members of the Wing Clan left the battlefield for unknown reasons. However, their demeanor seemed somewhat suspicious.
Sure enough, moments later, countless members of the Wing Clan appeared in the sky—large flying birds and winged monsters descended en masse.
As these Wing Clan members arrived, they completely obscured the sky above, plunging the area below into darkness.
It seemed that the Beast Clan had also mobilized their full strength for this battle; this was all they had left. Minotaur gathered high-ranking members of the Wing Clan to have them counteract the Thunderbolts and buy time for the Beast Tide below.
As long as the Beast Tide can approach the city or directly occupy it, the beastmen will win, and Lu Chen will be defeated. At that time, Yuanmo Laozu and others can easily capture him.
The Minotaur is all in on this, putting all its remaining strength on the battlefield. For the sake of ultimate victory, it is willing to sacrifice everything and disregard all else.
However, it has always underestimated the power of Thunderbolt. As a large number of Wing Clan members approached, what awaited them was only death, falling like kites with broken strings, accompanied by blood that fell vertically.
These members of the Wing Clan have more fragile flesh and cannot withstand the power of Thunderbolt at all. Just a few passes are enough to pierce through their flesh.
In fact, compared to the Beast Tide below, their flesh is not even as thick as that of most beasts running on land. If Thunderbolt can pierce through iron plates, how could it not penetrate flesh?
Next, the entire beastmen of the Demon Kingdom faced massive casualties, collapsing in droves on the ground, creating a scene of utter devastation.
On the human side, due to the suppression from Thunderbolt's firepower, the situation underwent a significant change. The scales of victory began to tilt, boosting morale as they roared in unison.
At this moment, members of the Ape Demon Clan also experienced a tremendous transformation.
Under the pressure of Thunderbolt, they witnessed the Beast Tide gradually decline and saw hope for victory. They were extremely excited and roared with enthusiasm.
In the past, the Ape Demon Clan had only been bullied, often oppressed by other races or robbed of their land and food, enduring humiliation.
Now, however, members of the Ape Demon Clan, regardless of age, witnessed their former enemies falling at their feet. In this moment, the tables had turned on those who once bullied them.
Seeing such a scene filled them with excitement; there were no words to describe their feelings or thoughts.
The death toll from the Beast Tide continues to rise, reaching an indescribable level of devastation. For the beast race, this is a severe blow, perhaps the worst in history.
"Ox, we need to retreat. We have already lost," the Demon Sculptor urged anxiously, as the fate of the entire beast race was at stake.
"What? Are you asking me to give up this golden opportunity? The hatred towards Yuanmo Laozu and that detestable Human Offspring, along with the Divine Treasure Elixir that they have taken from us—after reaching this point, how can I just give up so easily?" The Minotaur turned around, surveying the surroundings, only to see countless bodies of beast race members lying dead.
The corpses had piled up into mountains, rivers of blood flowed, and severed limbs filled the scene. It was a terrifying sight, both tragic and heroic.
"Ox, there is no time left. Our casualties are already too severe; all races are gravely weakened. If we delay any longer, we will all perish here," the Demon Sculptor pressed on.
The Minotaur looked up at the sky and saw four Thunderbolts fully deploying their cannons, firing Fire Thunder shells like rain. The power was immense; with each shell fired, a member of the beast race fell. Such a killing machine was truly terrifying.
The Minotaur closed his eyes, struggling internally as the moment of survival had arrived. He knew that on the human side, they could not hold out much longer either.
Once their fire-spitting machines were completely exhausted, they would be left in a defenseless state. That would be the moment for the beast race to assert their dominance; capturing the city would be inevitable.
But what about their own situation? How much longer could they endure such massive casualties? An hour? Two hours?
If the war continued, the death toll for the beast race would surely reach its peak. By then, all Youth would be dead, leaving the beast race unable to withstand attacks from other races—a terrifying prospect.
However, if they retreated immediately, it would mean a collapse in morale and effectively scrap their plan to attack the Ape Demon Clan. As for the future, it was uncertain how long it would take to gather such a powerful force again.
After this war, the entire northern Demon Kingdom would likely enter a state of decline. It would take decades to cultivate so many Youth members again.
"We're leaving, retreat immediately, head north." The Minotaur knew that the casualties had already been severe, and if they continued, the Beast Clan would face extinction here.
Moreover, this was the Alliance; if they wiped out the members of other races, the Minotaur would be impeached by the leaders of those races, ultimately being pushed down from his divine position.
Thus, the Minotaur had no choice but to retreat and seek another opportunity to counterattack later.
However, it had to be done carefully. How could they easily counterattack? The mechanisms and machines of these humans were truly formidable; it was clear that the Minotaurs had underestimated their power when preparing to march south.
"Go." The Minotaur waved his large hand, and soon, a dozen leaders of the Beast Clan abandoned their opponents and gathered around him.
Then the Minotaur summoned the World Gate, opened it, and a dozen of them filed in, leaving this place.
The Minotaur was the last to leave. As he departed, he cast a furious glance at Lu Chen and the city before finally turning and diving into the World Gate.
"Want to leave? It's not that easy!" Yuanmo Laozu swung his massive stone club, roaring with his ten-zhang tall demonic form as he prepared to chase after them.
Fortunately, Lu Chen stopped him, saying, "Elder Ancestor, wait. Let me speak."
Lu Chen flew to Yuanmo Laozu's side and whispered something to him. Yuanmo Laozu nodded from time to time, agreeing with Lu Chen's proposal. Eventually, it seemed that Lu Chen and Yuanmo Laozu reached an agreement; Double Retreat nodded in satisfaction.
The Beast Clan Leaders retreated, and the Beast Tide followed suit. Soon after, those flying in the sky from the Wing Clan circled around and mournfully departed.
The Aquatic Race in the sea also left, disappearing from sight. They arrived quickly but left just as swiftly; within just an hour, nearly all who were alive had vanished.
After they left, what remained was a ground covered in corpses. The casualties were so severe that it was estimated that half, if not more, of the millions from the Alliance had perished.
Within a radius of several miles around the city, the ground was littered with dead bodies, and the stench of blood was overwhelming, making one feel nauseous.
Even Lu Chen and his companions couldn't help but sigh at the sight; they had never witnessed anything like it before, and it was truly horrifying.
After a quick tally, it turned out that there were hardly any casualties within the city.
Indeed, there were no more than ten casualties, which was simply an impressive victory—unprecedented and unheard of. It was hard to believe anyone would accept such a fact.
The disparity in strength was immense, and being in a passive state, suffering fewer than ten casualties in exchange for hundreds of thousands of enemy losses was nothing short of miraculous.
Such a battle is a miracle; throughout history, one could hardly find another instance like it.
All this victory and its underlying success could be attributed to one thing: the Origin Stone Motherbody, an external stone that could emit boundless energy.
When the statistics were released, even Lu Chen's own people found it hard to believe. They felt somewhat dazed inside, but the facts were undeniable.
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