Kaelon Makes a Move

"So the boss of the succubus shop isn't here..." Ye Chuan didn't dwell on it. Since the boss was away, he would just find another suitable opportunity next time.

After settling the matter with Nini, the number one succubus, Ye Chuan glanced at the time. It was about time to log off.

Whatever.

Time to log off and grab dinner.

Meanwhile, on the other side—

The battlefield.

Outside the Royal City, smoke filled the air, and blood stained the ground beneath their feet.

The slaughter between the Allied Forces and the Royal Army had reached a fever pitch. Roars, the clash of weapons, and the booming of magic-driven machinery intertwined, shaking the heavens and the earth. Even the clouds were dyed a dark, ashen red.

Countless soldiers surged toward each other like a tidal wave. People fell every second, and blood flowed through the trenches, converging into winding rivers of gore.

"Hold the line!"

At the front of the Allied formation, ultra-magical cannons were charging up. Dazzling white light tore through the smoke, blasting toward the Royal Army's defense line with world-destroying power.

Boom— Boom— After the deafening explosions, the territory's city walls collapsed. Rubble flew, dust filled the air, and a massive gap was instantly torn open in the defenses.

Following closely behind, heavy magic-driven chariots rolled over the corpses and charged toward the breach. The magical ballistae mounted on the chariots fired continuously, raining down armor-piercing bolts like a torrential downpour, turning the Royal Army soldiers who tried to patch the line into sieves!

The aerial battlefield was also in the midst of a fierce fight—

The Allied mages formed up, gathering flames, lightning, and wind blades in their palms, blasting them at the Royal Army's flying units.

A sky full of fireballs and lightning intertwined, while wind blades howled through the air, shooting down the Royal Army's griffon riders and flying mages one after another.

Not to be outdone, the Royal Army's mages summoned giant pillars of rock and walls of ice to block the Allied attacks. At the same time, they unleashed curse magic, leaving the frontline Allied soldiers stiff and helpless like fish on a chopping block.

On the ground, the warriors' close-quarters combat was even more tragic. Allied swordsmen swung enchanted longswords, cleaving through the armor and flesh of the Royal soldiers;

Shieldbearers formed solid shield walls, desperately holding back the enemy's charge. Their shields were covered in cracks, with blood dripping down the edges;

The Royal Army's soldiers fought without fear of death. Even with severed arms or pierced chests, they would use their last ounce of strength to grab hold of the enemy and drag them down together.

Corpses piled up into mountains. Broken weapons and shattered armor were scattered everywhere. The entire battlefield was like a living hell.

At this moment, the Allied Forces barely held the upper hand. The Royal Army's defense line was retreating step by step, their morale was low, and their annihilation seemed to be only a matter of time.

A messenger from the frontline spurred his horse into the command camp, dropping to one knee with unconcealed excitement in his voice:

"Lord Kaiaolen! Good news! Our army has broken through three of the Royal Army's defense lines. It won't be long before we capture the Black Rock and Green Hill territories on the west side, completely cutting off the Royal City's outside support!"

Kaiaolen stood before the sand table, a trace of solemnity on his face.

After hearing the results from the battlefield, his solemn expression eased a little.

Days of bitter fighting had finally yielded results. As long as they took these two major territories, the Royal City would become an isolated fortress, and the subsequent siege would be twice as effective with half the effort.

"Pass down the order: have the frontline troops press the attack. We must capture the territories before sunset! At the same time, stay alert for any counterattacks from the Royal Army!"

"Yes, sir!" The messenger replied and withdrew. The generals in the command camp also showed signs of joy, discussing post-war deployments.

But right at that moment, another messenger stumbled and crawled into the camp. His face was deathly pale, his eyes full of terror, and his voice trembled uncontrollably:

"M-My Lord! Bad news! Something has happened on the frontline!"

Kaiaolen's heart sank, and his brows furrowed tightly. "Speak slowly!"

"I-It's the Royal Army's soldiers!" The messenger gasped for air, speaking incoherently.

"They... many of them have turned into monsters! Covered in tentacles, with sharp teeth and terrifying strength! Ordinary swords and magic can't hurt them at all!"

"And they don't fear pain or death! Their counterattack is incredibly fierce. Our soldiers simply can't hold them back. The defense line we just took has already been overrun by them!"

"What?!" Kaiaolen's expression changed drastically, and he violently clenched his fists.

"What did you say? The soldiers turned into monsters?"

It wasn't just him; the generals in the camp also revealed looks of disbelief. The joy on their faces instantly faded, replaced by solemnity and unease.

"I saw it with my own eyes! Those monsters can bite off a soldier's neck in a single snap!"

"To think so many soldiers have been parasitized into skin-wearing monsters. It seems the Royal City's infiltration goes far beyond our imagination."

Kaiaolen quickly walked to the camp entrance and released his magic to observe the battlefield.

On the distant battlefield, there was indeed a horde of dark purple monsters rampaging madly. Their bodies were mutated, and their movements were swift. They tore into the Allied soldiers like starving wolves pouncing on prey.

The originally retreating Royal Army was now utilizing the monsters' might to launch a ferocious counterattack. The Allied formation fell into instant chaos, and morale plummeted.

"Damn it! How can there be so many!" Kaiaolen cursed under his breath, his face so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

He never expected the Royal Army to have such a backup plan.

These monsters had immense combat power and ignored ordinary attacks. If allowed to run rampant, all of the Allied Forces' previous gains would be lost, and they might even face total annihilation.

He immediately turned around and shouted orders to the generals in the camp:

"Shift our combat focus immediately! Order the frontline to shrink the defense line and prioritize killing those mutated monsters!"

"All mage units fall back! Gather large-scale attack magic and bombard the monster clusters! Shieldbearers and swordsmen, form defensive arrays to protect the mages and the wounded!"

Even as the commander, Kaiaolen now spread his dragon wings, intending to personally step in and eradicate those monsters to reduce his soldiers' casualties.

Deafening explosions rang out continuously as Kaiaolen transformed into a blazing meteor and crashed into the battlefield.

"Gugugu roar roar roar!" The moment the skin-wearing monsters saw Kaiaolen, they lunged at him!

"Bring it on, you monsters!" Kaiaolen's entire body was enveloped in flames. He then flapped his wings violently, and the dragon claws in his hands transformed into a massive phantom thousands of meters wide, smashing toward the skin-wearing monsters!

The earth trembled as the Tier 7 half-dragon warrior unleashed his full firepower, continuously slaughtering the skin-wearing monsters. But—this didn't mean Kaiaolen was invincible.

The next moment, the locking auras of several ultra-magical cannons appeared on Kaiaolen's body, followed by several devastating beams of light shooting straight at him!

Kaiaolen's expression shifted slightly. Flapping his wings, he ascended directly into the air. The light beams tracked him from behind, a red and a purple color spiraling in midair before finally crossing and detonating!

The violent sound of the explosion seemed to light up more than half the sky.

"Lord Count!"