A Dragon against the Whole World

The dense night mist was torn apart by countless lights.

The fertile soil of the Fertile Plain is now soaked with blood and oil, leaving deep grooves in its wake, like the earth bearing bleeding wounds as the Golden Fang Alchemy Legion retreated.

The goblins hurriedly withdrew.

Hunger made their sharp ears droop powerlessly, and their once shiny goggles were veiled with a haze of despair.

Ahead lies the undulating border mountains, whose jagged rocks pierce the night sky like the fangs of giant beasts, appearing perilous and ominous.

It was both the escape route for the goblins and the carefully selected slaughter site by the Molten Iron Tribe, purposely guiding the Alchemy Legion closer.

As the Alchemy Legion set foot on the border, a deep rumble akin to rolling thunder came from behind.

It was not the heavy footsteps of the golems, but rather the frenzied drumming of countless hooves and claws striking the rocks.

In the next moment, the Molten Iron Tribe’s war chant turned from an indistinct roar into a tidal wave of bloodthirsty desire, crashing down heavily.

The monsters began their relentless charge.

The Centaur Knights planted their spears into the ground with a clash of gold and iron; Ogres beat their chests with iron-clad hands, sending sparks flying; Trolls roared in unison, trampling the earth; the Two-legged Flying Dragon group swooped down with piercing screams, shredding the air....

At the same time.

As if the mountains themselves had come alive!

On the steep eastern slope, over a hundred massive shadows rolled down like collapsing boulders—it was the Gorging Demon Kalu, along with a group of elite Ogres!

While the goblins were complacent about the weakening intensity of the Molten Iron Tribe’s counterattack.

The Gorging Demon Kalu and Dragon Vein Werewolf Russell had already led elites into ambush positions.

The Ogres scorned maneuvering, using their massive bodies wrapped in armor and terrifying weight to barrel down the rugged slopes, aiming directly at the chaotic middle section of the Alchemy Legion.

"Hold steady! Turn! Acid Cannon, fire in unison!"

A goblin leader’s scream was drowned out by the terrifying crash of massive bodies hitting the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Like boulders falling from the sky!

The Gorging Demon fiercely smashed into the midst of several parallel Flesh Rippers.

The huge impact made the golems’ steel joints emit a piercing metallic moan, their bodies twisting and breaking.

The Gorging Demon roared as he rose, with enormous hands fanning out, gripping the golem’s head and shoulder, his fingers digging deep into the armor seams.

Knotted muscles bulged beneath scales, accompanied by the teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting, he tore the upper half of a golem apart with brute strength!

Broken lines sprayed sparks and viscous black oil, drenching the Gorging Demon all over.

Whoosh—black oil ignited into a fiery flame, enveloping the Gorging Demon, intensifying his ferociousness.

The Gorged Demon, transformed by Red Dragon Blood, feared no flame.

Howl—!

Wolf-like war cries tore through the night sky, dense gray shadows like a flood bursting forth, rushing down from the relatively gentle western slope.

It was Russell leading the Gray-haired Werewolves.

These warriors, caught between humanity and true wolf kind, possessed more cunning minds and more coordinated group combat capabilities.

They didn’t have the destructive power of giants but were swift and deadly as phantoms, each transforming into agile giant wolves mid-run, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty and violent gleams.

Rather than facing the massive golems head-on, they acted as deadly iron-gray whirlwinds, deftly squeezing into the gaps between the golem formations, pouncing on the goblin infantry and the relatively fragile engineering units.

"Stop them! Open fire! Open fire!"

The goblin infantry’s formation immediately fell into chaos, with Alchemy Fire Guns spraying bullets, drawing countless orange-red lines of death in the night.

Yet the giant wolves were too fast, combining the ferocity of beasts with humanoid intelligence.

They lowered their bodies, sprinting on all fours, weaving and leaping between the golems’ steel giant legs, with most bullets hitting empty spaces or armor, clinking off.

Dragon Vein Werewolves wrapped in steel-like Dragon Scales leaped into the air, avoiding the incoming sweep of Chainsaw Swords.

Russell accurately pounced on a goblin engineer urgently injecting black oil into a golem.

Sharp wolf claws easily tore through the goblin’s simple leather armor, ripping out a still-beating heart.

As the goblins attempted to encircle and slaughter the assailants, the ground tremors grew closer, and the main force of the Molten Iron Tribe arrived, more Centaurs, Ogres, countless Jackal-Wolf Folk, Kobolds, War Lizardfolk.....surged forth like tides, drowning the steel with flesh and blood.

The goblin Alchemists quickly chanted.

Their magical energy, like lightning, darted between broken components, causing those parts to whirl and spin, combining and allowing fallen Alchemy Golems to move again.

Boom—!

Blast Magic Arrow pierced the air, puncturing the Alchemist’s carried defensive artifact, exploding him into pieces.

Mixed-blood Centaur Elvira hovered in the sky, her slender hands waving into a flurry of shadows, firing Blast Magic Arrows comparable to artillery, resembling a Centaur-shaped turret.

"For the Dragon Lord! Tear them apart!"

The Two-legged Flying Dragons let out a roar.

The flying dragon group, having circled above the Alchemy Legion for quite some time, swooped down when the war chant reached its peak, as if smelling blood like carrion vultures.

Their target was extremely clear—the Mechanical Beasts equipped with Alchemy Heavy Cannons.

"Anti-air electric grid, maximum power! Hurry!"

Goblin operators screamed in terror.

Azure blue arcane energy surged atop the spire-like alchemy machines, weaving lethal lightning chains attempting to form an interception net.

However, the flying dragon group’s attack method was exceedingly cunning.