Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

The foundation of its existence was fundamentally dismantled by the [Curse of the Goddess]!

Stripped of the encasement, propulsion, and "repair" by the leech swarm, the massive sea dragon’s skeleton was completely exposed. It had long since decayed beyond recognition, riddled with cracks and holes, and now, under its own weight and the erosion of the curse, it emitted a teeth-grinding moan and sound of fracture. The crack on its head, struck by the warhammer, instantly widened, and in its eye sockets, where a ghostly blue soul fire formed by the leech congregation flickered fiercely, like a candle in the wind, swiftly dimming.

The power of the curse not only affected the leeches but also penetrated deeper to touch the remaining divine power and resentment of the devoured river god that drove this colossal carcass. What should have been filled with the wrath of vengeance, in the face of the pure power of life stripping, gave out a silent yet more piercing wail, like a tainted soul thrown into a purifying furnace, swiftly melting away and vanishing. The last trace of "motivation" powering the sea dragon’s movement was being ruthlessly erased.

The enormous body of the sea dragon began to tilt uncontrollably to one side. Bound by Demster’s ravens, heavily damaged by Oerstein, and with its crucial limbs severed by Hilude, the joints of its forelimbs emitted a loud cracking sound under the unbearable weight of the decaying bones! With an earth-shaking roar, this desecrating giant beast over five hundred meters long, as if its backbone had been removed, crashed heavily into the surging Brionne River!

"Boom——!!!"

Towering, turbid waves soared into the sky, nearly submerging the riverbank. The immense impact made the entire river stretch tremble, and the already precarious riverside walls of Rapids Castle, under the pummeling of the giant waves, finally collapsed extensively! The remaining half of the sea dragon’s body thrashed and convulsed futilely in the river, each movement accelerating the disintegration of its skeleton and the obliteration of the leeches into ashes. The murky river water was stained with a terrifying color of intertwined dark black and foul blue, exuding a strong aura of death and decay.

After unleashing this earth-shattering blow, Aeliria’s massive dragon form also seemed somewhat wilted, the dragon breath became elongated, but those dragon eyes remained coldly fixed on the collapsing desecrating giant beast below.

The [Curse of the Goddess] is not a one-hit kill destruction magic, but it is the most thorough "eradication." It fundamentally denied the "rationality" of the vampire sea dragon’s existence, forcing this monster, haphazardly cobbled together by desecrating divine power, leech flesh and blood, and remnants of resentment, to meet its inevitable end – returning to dust, to eternal silence.

On the battlefield, all the soldiers in the midst of slaughter were deeply shaken by this scene; the difference being that the fanaticism of Manan’s followers was doused like ice water, while the morale of Hesse Territory burned to its peak in this scene akin to divine punishment!

The dragon slaying had been concluded!

This vampire sea dragon had once given Manan’s knights great inspiration, yet its downfall now delivered an equally devastating blow to Manan’s followers’ morale. When this behemoth crashed down, it became the last straw that broke the camel’s back, utterly crushing the remaining will and hope of Rapids Castle’s defending army.

What was once viewed as an avatar of Manan’s divine power, an unbeatable abyssal calamity, now with half its body futilely twitching in the turbid river, its skeleton crumbling, the leeches turning to ash. The putrid river water churned with the remains of desecration, and the air was thick with the scent of decay and death. This scene declared more clearly than any war drum or horn: Manan’s favor had dissipated!

"Divine punishment! This is true divine punishment!" An Armed Attendant from Blue Mirror Territory dropped his long lance, staring vacantly at the collapsing remains of the giant beast in the river, his knees buckling as he knelt to the ground.

"The sea god... has abandoned us..." On the city wall, a face twisted with despair beneath the helmet of a Manan Knight, his totem of faith collapsing before his eyes, his mental pillar instantly shattered.

"Flee... run away quickly!" Panic erupted among the remaining ranks of the defenders like a plague. Having witnessed the might of the Divine General and the horrors of the giant dragon’s curse, then seeing their ultimate trump card utterly destroyed, Blue Mirror Territory’s soldiers could no longer muster a shred of resistance courage. They threw down their arms, pushing and shoving in screams, only wanting to escape this purgatory soaked in blood and desecration.

In stark contrast was the eruption of morale from Hesse Territory like a landslide and tsunami!

"For the Fiery Sun! For the Lord!" Griffin Knights let out thunderous roars in the sky, diving with even greater ferocity, completely smashing the scattered resistance remaining on the city head.

Yurik Berserkers, their eyes crimson, let out war cries that made the city walls tremble. No longer content with climbing up the ladders, they charged directly at the breach in the wall, caused by the sea dragon’s crushing!

"Hesse Territory! Forward!" The Dwarf Butchers, carrying giant shields, marched in heavy steps, crashing like a moving fortress of steel into the Rapids Castle’s already teetering main gate, under the cover of arrow rain and lead bullets from the Blue Heron Mercenary Corps crossbowmen and firearms soldiers!

Boom——!!!

Under the final blow of the war axe wielded personally by the Giant Butcher, the massive castle gate of Rapids Castle, adorned with sea beast reliefs, finally let out a groan of unbearable burden, collapsing inward with a thunderous crash! Shattered wood chips and twisted metal flew, revealing the smoke-filled, blood-stained passage leading to the castle’s core!

"The gate is breached!" Despite being wounded, Dorglin shouted with his signature loud voice, even if hoarse with vengeance-filled joy, "Children of the Dwarves! Charge in! Avenge our cannons and brothers!"