Ashen Dragon-Chapter 574 - 33 Dragon Scale Cultivator_2

George clenched his teeth with a grim face, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, we can’t go on like this..."

"Marshal Dolores said that when firepower is insufficient, we must fight the extraordinary with the extraordinary..."

"Bang!"

"Damn it..."

Thinking this, he pulled out the token from his pocket and pressed it without hesitation.

"Defense Zone 48, a Massacre Demon, twelve Giant Bull Demons, my troops can no longer hold them back..."

Today, we have to use every means available, relying on just their group was no longer feasible against the fierce onslaught of the demons—if his defense zone became the breach, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After speaking, George casually picked up the machine gun from the ground and began firing crazily at the surging Magic Tide.

"Die for me!"

"Da da da da da—"

Flames burst out fiercely from the barrel, and the demons in the distance fell like harvested wheat, in droves.

George quite liked this new weapon released by the research department; the pouring bullets gave him a feeling of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time, reminiscent of the time he killed that noble on the battlefield.

"Roar—"

Suddenly, another series of loud roars came from afar.

George turned his head to see Chimera after Chimera flipping over hills and crossing defensive lines, flying in from the North.

These Dragon Vein Chimeras struggled to flap their wings, their flight labored.

For beneath their thick and strong giant claws hung tall and robust figures.

Their bodies covered with thick Dragon Scale Exoskeleton Armor, wielding high-speed Chainsaw Swords and Blast Rifles, they let out wild laughs—the leader was none other than the president of the Mechanical God Cult, the Steel Torrent!

"Here I come!"

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The Kwase Demons and Frosthorn Demons in the sky rushed towards the Chimeras like a swarm of insects, trying to intercept them.

But the dragon heads opened their mouths and spewed out scorching flames from deep within their throats, creating a raging sea of fire in the air that engulfed the demons.

"This is it!"

"That valuable Massacre Demon is right here!"

"Brothers, prepare to charge!"

Under the command of the Dragon Scale Cultivators, the Chimeras flapped their wings and continued to ascend.

Finally, they reached several hundred meters above the front line of the battlefield, then released their giant claws.

The Vitagis Dragon Scale Cultivators thus fell from the sky and slammed into the ground without any protection.

They instantly created craters several meters in diameter, kicking up clouds of dust, and even crushing hundreds of unsuspecting Coward Demons to death.

From within the dust, the twelve Dragon Scale Cultivators slowly stood up from the pits, stepping on the bodies of demons, their towering figures nearly four meters tall.

The Steel Torrent raised his Chainsaw Sword and shouted, "Vitagis Dragon Scale Cultivators, at your service!"

"For the Emperor! No, for His Imperial Majesty!"

"Long Live the Ashen Empire! Long Live His Majesty Cassius!"

The other Dragon Scale Cultivators also cheered, their expressions underneath the heavy armor extraordinarily fervent.

Since being transformed, these Dragon Scale Cultivators had yet to encounter a worthy enemy; they were eager to test out their newly acquired strength.

"Hum—"

For a moment, the roaring sound of high-speed Chainsaw Swords filled the battlefield.

Crazed Coward Demons climbed onto the back of the Steel Torrent, trying to devour his body, but their sharp teeth could not even leave marks on the Dragon Scale Armor.

The Steel Torrent rolled forward, crushing the demons on his body to death and shaking them off, then lifted his Chainsaw Sword, drawing an arc in mid-air.

"Swoosh—"

Accompanied by the painful howls of demons, dozens of demons were sliced in half, their severed body parts flying everywhere.

The purple-black pus blood splashed onto the Steel Torrent’s Dragon Scale Exoskeleton Armor but couldn’t erode it in the slightest.

"Battle, exhilarating!"

"Hahaha! Is this the feeling of unparalleled reaping?"

The Dragon Scale Cultivators charged into the demon horde without hesitation, wielding their Chainsaw Swords mercilessly, slashing demon after demon in half.

"Moo—"

The Giant Bull Demon charged in a frenzy, its hooves carrying unimaginable strength, violently hammering towards the Dragon Scale Cultivators, intending to crush them with its heavy demonic body.

"Boom!"

But unexpectedly, the Dragon Scale Cultivators withstood the hooves of the Giant Bull Demon, then pushed upward, actually toppling the massive creature over.

This scene was ridiculously exaggerated, akin to a mantis overturning a carriage, utterly shocking when you consider that the Bull Demon stood twelve meters tall, more than three times the height of the Dragon Scale Cultivators!

But with the blessing of Dragon Blood and genetic alterations, the muscle density of these Dragon Scale Cultivators was so exaggerated that their strength levels could even break through twenty-four.

"Roar—"

The Giant Bull Demon wailed as it fell backward, its bovine eyes wide with disbelief.

In this contest of what was supposed to be its most confident attribute, strength, it had been defeated! Overcome by these diminutive humanoid beings!

"So it is said—Minotaurs must die!

I am the Pure Love Warrior!"

The Iron Madman lifted the Chainsaw Sword, leaped over ten meters, then with the momentum of his fall, plunged the Chainsaw Sword viciously into the chest of the Giant Bull Demon.

"Sizzle!"

The high-speed Chainsaw Sword instantly pierced the thick hide of the Bull Demon, tore through flesh, and ultimately penetrated the huge, still-warm heart.

The eyes of the Bull Demon bulged like brass bells, its death exceedingly brutal.

"Who’s next?"

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The Iron Madman withdrew his blood-stained Chainsaw Sword, propped it on his shoulder, and bellowed with a triumphant air.

Other Dragon Scale Cultivators also plunged into the Magic Tide, quickly creating a multi-pronged assault effect, each person killing hundreds of demons in the blink of an eye.

The momentum of the Demon Legion’s attack was instantly disrupted, giving the Imperial Soldiers on the defensive line a rare breather.

"Let’s encircle and take down that Massacre Demon!"

"Hahaha, for the Emperor!"

"I feel invincible already! Who can stand against me, a Vitas Dragon Scale Adept?"

At the Iron Madman’s call, twelve Dragon Scale Cultivators broke out towards the same direction from different positions on the battlefield—their target was the Massacre Demon still relentlessly slaughtering at the front line.

"Roar—"

"Feel the fear, insects!"

The blade-like limbs of the Massacre Demon swung, cutting the dozen Imperial Soldiers barricading it in half.

Its thick tail soared high, impaling a Bipedal Wyvern straight through, then swept across the ground, effortlessly killing dozens of players who thought to sneak up from behind.

But soon, the demon also noticed the abnormality on the battlefield, its beastly primal instincts telling it—dozens of beings with extremely strong presence were gradually closing in on it, it could even scent the presence of giant dragons.

"Powerful... insects, and the smell of those large reptiles, now this is interesting."

"Come, let me see your resistance..."

The Massacre Demon extended its tongue covered in barbs, eagerly licking its lips, its fangs grinding against each other, foul saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth.

It relished the hunt for powerful prey, which could prove its status as a predator and allow it to truly experience the thrill of slaughter.

These weak preys possessing no capability to resist were just too boring.

Little did it know these

The Massacre Demon extended its tongue covered in barbs, eagerly licking its lips, its fangs grinding against each other, foul saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth.

It relished the hunt for powerful prey, which could prove its status as a predator and allow it to truly experience the thrill of slaughter.

These weak preys possessing no capability to resist were just too boring.

Little did it know these

These weak preys possessing no capability to resist were just too boring.

Little did it know these

"Charge!"

At the Iron Madman’s command, the twelve Dragon Scale Cultivators suddenly charged at the Massacre Demon from all directions, swinging their Chainsaw Swords, aiming their Blast Rifles, and emitting excited cheers.

"For the Empire!"

"For His Imperial Majesty!"

"For my Faction Contribution and Ginnar!"