Published: February 13, 2025
The two regional leaders moved, each standing in front of a mechanical warrior.
The mechanical warrior, holding a spiked shield, bent its body and placed the shield in front of itself. Flames erupted from its back and feet, and at a certain moment, it suddenly lunged forward, crashing toward the regional leader in front of it.
The regional leader's expression remained unchanged, but the robe he wore flew out, covering the shield-wielding mechanical warrior.
The robe was small; at least in front of this giant mechanical being, it looked like a mouse facing a cow.
However, when the sharp shield pressed against the robe, the enormous mechanical warrior stopped in its tracks.
The flames behind it and at its feet surged, even becoming somewhat dazzling.
This was a situation that only occurred after overloading.
The regional leader took a step back, gasping for breath, then retreated another step, a bit of blood dripping from one of his ears.
This peak expert was injured.
The collision between the robot and the robe he threw out—hard as steel—was not without consequences for him either.
The regional leader's eyes darkened; if it weren't necessary to buy time, and fearing that this incredibly fast mechanical warrior might launch some bizarre attack against the book keepers and soldiers below, he wouldn't choose this method.
If it were just this big guy, the regional leader had many ways to more easily win the battle.
His eyes widened slightly, and the robe began to spin slowly. With each rotation, the mechanical warrior was pushed back.
Bang!
On the other side, the mechanical warrior that had caused considerable damage to the troop below with its gun was manipulated by the four overseers, twisting its body too much and finally unable to withstand the pressure, exploding into various pieces that fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Zizikaba thought to himself that the dwarven technology was indeed good, exploding only after being twisted like that.
At the same time, he was secretly alarmed. Although the items made by the dwarves were still not a match for peak experts, it couldn't be denied that under certain conditions, they could significantly affect peak experts or even injure them.
Being able to injure peak experts was already impressive enough; so what about these mechanical warriors against those below the peak? Did they not possess combat power?
How many of these things did the Tarros Red Dwarf side have? If Divine Artisan City also had some mechanical warriors, and in numbers exceeding three hundred, then it could greatly influence the battlefield!
Thinking of this, Zizikaba became uneasy. The battlefield was currently in a communication blackout, and he couldn't immediately transmit information nor could he abandon command to leave.
So, all he could do now was eliminate the dwarven mechanical legion in front of him as quickly as possible, at least to defeat them, so he could relay the message to the most critical core area—the battlefield of Divine Artisan City!
This plan was a matter of success or death; Zizikaba did not want to hear news of victory here only to learn of defeat at Divine Artisan City. If that happened, he would likely roam the universe in the future.
"Enter the field!"
The communication blackout only cut off connections to the entire network, but short-range communication in this area could still be done in a more primitive way.
With Zizikaba's command, a team that had been hiding in the shadows rushed out like a sharp knife piercing the dwarven battle formation.
Many dwarves instinctively gasped.
Because this team looked like a reinforcement for the dwarves, no matter how you looked at it.
This was a team entirely made up of mechanical battle armor.
There were no low-grade mechanical battle armors; they were all high-end goods.
While their numbers did not inspire despair, they exceeded five thousand!
The problem was, if five thousand ordinary reinforcements joined now, the pressure on the dwarves would increase slightly, but it would still be manageable.