Chapter 405: Chapter 93: The Eight Realms Alliance Army’s True Trump Card
Crashing down onto the beach, the Holy Empire Envoy ignored the enemy soldiers scattering in panicked retreat and walked straight toward the distant formation of Dwarf Cannon Shooters, who had fallen into chaos.
As he raised his hand, the Gray Lord Profession’s Big Move suddenly activated. A faint purple wave of Spirit energy radiated outward like a tide.
Spirit Control!
Activate!
In an instant, the eyes of nearly half the Dwarf Cannon Shooters turned vacant, and the mortars in their hands drooped limply.
Then, they all turned traitor, becoming living puppets temporarily under the control of the Holy Empire Envoy’s Bloodthirsty Clone.
Immediately after, the Bloodthirsty Clone’s Recruit Prisoners Talent triggered. The vacant look in the eyes of the temporary puppets was replaced by loyalty, and the Dwarf Cannon Shooters were permanently converted into Divine Chosen Soldiers under the command of the Holy Empire Emperor.
The foreign Lord Players nearby witnessed this, and the panic on their faces instantly froze into horrified disbelief.
One of them staggered backward, pointing at the converted Dwarf Cannon Shooters and screaming in shock:
"FUCK!!!"
"What the hell kind of ability is that!?"
"My completely loyal Divine Chosen Soldiers!!!"
"They actually turned traitor!!!"
"HOLY SHIT!!!"
"Is that a fucking Divine Gift ability that turns people traitor!?"
"Something like that actually exists!?"
However, before he could finish, the Dwarf Cannon Shooters moved in perfect unison. Without hesitation, they turned the dark muzzles of their cannons on their former comrades-in-arms.
With a series of muffled booms, several shells trailing grayish-white smoke slammed straight into the foreign players’ formation.
The moment the shells landed, sand and shattered bodies were sent flying. Screams and explosions mingled into a chaotic din.
One foreign player watched helplessly as a soldier beside him was blown to pieces by a shell, his mangled limbs scattering everywhere. The player’s mouth hung open, but no sound came out; his face was a mask of ashen despair.
Other Native Soldiers from different Lord Planes tried to scatter and flee, only to be hunted down and bombarded by the ensuing cannon fire. The entire beach was now covered in blackened craters and pooling blood. The once-mighty offensive line had been reduced to a fiery ruin.
Witnessing the disastrous rout, one of the foreign players, still struggling to keep his composure, roared, his eyes bloodshot:
"This can’t go on!!!"
"We can’t escape!!!"
"Those traitorous Dwarf Cannon Shooters have just enough range to cover the entire beach!!!"
"We have to kill them first!!!"
The moment he finished speaking, another foreign Lord Player retorted, his voice breaking into a sob and shrill with fear:
"Kill them!?"
"How are we supposed to kill them!?"
"Didn’t you fucking see the endless Arrow Rain still coming from that border fortress!?"
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! The range on that thing is even longer than the Dwarf Cannon Shooters’!!!"
"And its damage output is fucking insane!!!"
"If we take even one step forward now, we’ll be torn to shreds in an instant!!!"
The relatively calm foreign player, infuriated by this response, shot back through gritted teeth:
"So what, we don’t look for an opening to attack? We just wait here to die?"
"Forget it!"
"I’m wasting my breath on you!"
"I’m charging in!"
"Even if I lose all my Divine Chosen Soldiers, at least I can take some of them down with me and buy our allies who log in later a better chance!"
"You just cower here and wait to die!"
Before the words left his mouth, he abruptly drew the Demon Crystal-inlaid sword from his hip, its blade catching the cold, bloody light on the beach.
"Brothers, with me!"
Then, roaring, the foreign player charged forward. Behind him, over a hundred low-health Divine Chosen Soldiers, faces pale with fear, nevertheless gritted their teeth, raised their shields, and formed a tight shield wall as they followed.
But they had charged barely thirty paces when a great HUM of bowstrings echoed from the fortress. The Wood Elves had adjusted their angle, and a second Arrow Rain poured down like a black waterfall.
The sharp CRACKS of arrows punching through shields rang out one after another.
Some Arrowheads, enhanced with Wind Magic, tore straight through the iron-plated shields and precisely struck the necks of the soldiers behind them.
Others flew in clusters, riddling the entire shield wall until it bristled like a porcupine.
The foreign player leading the charge took three arrows to the chest. Blood gushed down the arrow shafts. He staggered and glanced back at his faltering formation before collapsing heavily onto the sand. His sword fell with a CLANG, and the ensuing Arrow Rain pinned his body to the ground.
With their commander gone, the Divine Chosen Soldiers behind him were instantly swallowed by the Arrow Rain, their bodies piling up into a low wall of corpses.
Before this wall of bodies could collapse, a desperate roar erupted from the rear:
"FUCK!"
"TO HELL WITH IT!"
"Better to take someone down with me than get blasted to bits by those cannons!"
As he spoke, a foreign player wielding a great-axe leaped from the crowd. He was wrapped in a burning cloak—he had triggered a Self-harm Enhancement Skill.
Spurred on by this display of reckless ferocity, the other foreign players followed suit. Some chugged their last Acceleration Potions, others raised tattered Battle Banners and let out desperate war cries. A dense wave of figures trampled over the bodies of their comrades as they charged the cannon formation.
Using the wall of bodies and the craters for cover, they managed to force their way to within a hundred meters of the cannons.
A few Assassin players at the forefront had even drawn their Poisoned Daggers. They were on the verge of leaping behind the defenseless Dwarf Cannon Shooters—just a few more steps and they could shatter the cannon mounts!
However, at the very instant the Assassins’ Poisoned Daggers were about to strike the cannon mounts, a deafening dragon’s roar exploded across the sky!
The sound was as deep as thunder, carrying the oppressive might of an Ancient Divine Beast, and it made the very grains of sand on the beach tremble.
Looking up toward the sound, they saw a Divine Gift Ancient Giant Dragon with a sky-blotting wingspan diving from the clouds. Its crimson Dragon Scales glinted with a blinding, cold light under the sun, and roiling flames wreathed its claws. It was His Majesty the Emperor Tingfeng’s Exclusive Mount, the Ancient Fire Dragon Wales, arriving as reinforcement from another battlefield!
