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Chapter 581: Wyvern Face Ride
The calm sea often gives people a false sense of security.
But a port filled with shouts of killing forces everyone to face danger directly.
The tall lizardmen with sharp fangs and teeth were completely different from those on the Northern Continent.
They were stronger, burlier, and faster.
Holding crudely made swords and blades, they shouted fragmented Draconic while battling fiercely on the docks.
Hundreds of soldiers were trapped at the docks, trying to enter the city, but the gates had already been shut. They could only charge toward the transport ships docked nearby.
But the warships weren't safe either. The swimming-skilled lizardmen had already climbed onto the sides, fighting the soldiers onboard.
Seeing this, Matthew didn't act immediately.
Aware of how dangerous the Hero Continent was, he observed the battlefield very cautiously.
This was a fairly typical port city.
The city walls built around the port reached 8 meters, topped with arrow slits and watchtowers.
Soldiers of the Yao Moon Family were still fighting on top.
However, their situation was dire, with wave after wave of lizardmen pushing their defenses to the brink of collapse.
Matthew's gaze shifted to the rear of the port—tens of thousands of lizardmen surged forward like a tide.
Members of the Yao Moon Family who saw this immediately panicked.
"It's like seeing the undead—why are there so many lizardmen? How did they get this strong?"
"We must reinforce! If Shallow Water Port is taken, our investment of tens of millions of gold coins will all go down the drain!"
"Reinforce? With what? There are obviously tens of thousands of mutated lizardmen..."
"Why are there so few soldiers? We clearly left 5,000 behind!"
"These lizardmen can swim now? How did we not notice before!"
"..."
As these people descended into chaos, disorder broke out across seven or eight ships. Shuyou simply gave them a cold glance and then shouted with a clear voice:
"Everyone shut up! Stay quiet and prepare for battle!"
Shuyou knew that with the current strength of the Yao Moon Family, it would be difficult to lift the siege of Shallow Water City.
But she had to make a show of strength, assert her authority, and establish leadership and prestige.
At the same time, she prayed that the Bay Territory would be willing to help.
The situation had become extremely unfavorable for the Yao Moon Family.
Their cooperation with the Bay Territory was based entirely on this formerly safe forward base.
The early-discovered mining area data, for the Bay Territory's exploration and mining experts, would let them outperform the Yao Moon Family with just a bit of time.
Fortunately, Shuyou was relieved to see the Yao Moon Family's fleet had just recovered from chaos.
The Bay Territory's warships were already combat-ready and in an offensive stance.
The Bay Territory had decided to intervene, and Shuyou immediately felt reassured.
Kaho
Race: Lizardman (Dragon Frenzy Enhanced)
Talent: Sub-Dragon Bloodline LV2, Constitution +2, Agility +3, Attack Speed +1.
Class: Warrior Level 7.
Inheritance: Heavy Strike, deals an additional 15% damage.
Feats:
Advanced Feat - Body of the Sub-Dragon, Defense +3, Constitution +1, HP Regeneration +1.
Advanced Feat - Group Combat, the more teammates cooperating, the higher the attack bonus. (Current: 1236 members, Attack +2, Defense +1)
......
Stats:
Strength: 12
Agility: 15
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 6
Perception: 8
Charisma: 8
Luck: -4 (Death Omen Active)
Evaluation: Endless to kill, impossible to eradicate.
"Affected by Dragon Frenzy Enchantment, yet only in a positive way? These lizardmen are fascinating..."
"Both advanced feats are excellent!"
"If all soldiers could learn them, in large-scale warfare, each soldier would be like having a permanent powerful offensive and defensive aura..."
"Endless to kill, impossible to eradicate? Such a high evaluation? That must mean there are countless of them? I like it!"
Matthew looked at the densely packed lizardmen, eyes filled with anticipation.
Just 25 million more Destiny Power!
He could raise the level of his Destiny Power again.
The current stats displayed by Destiny Power still provided significant help to Matthew.
But when facing many Extraordinary or even Legendary targets, it was starting to fall short.
These lizardmen delivering themselves to his door were both Destiny Power and the test subjects for his next stage.
Quickly assessing the battlefield, Elio decisively issued commands:
"Ships 1 to 5, attack the lizardmen on the left side of the port."
"Ships 6 to 10, attack the lizardmen on the right side of the port."
"Ships 11 and 12, assist the marines in clearing the port."
"Big Fish, move forward! Archers, cover fire!"
"Marines disembark, prepare Water-Walking Spells!"
One command after another clearly reached everyone's ears.
To restrain her desire to draw her sword and charge, Elio spent considerable effort and time taking on the role of commander.
Whether by coincidence or her unique talent,
After taking on command duties, her original Swordmaster cultivation unexpectedly advanced further, reaching high-tier peak, on the verge of stepping into Extraordinary.
With newfound insight, Elio spoke the fundamental truth:
Swordmasters pursue ultimate control!
Elio's demonic bloodline interfered with her thoughts and spirit, even inciting bloodlust.
That was why she was so powerful in combat, but her Swordmaster training had always been slow.
Now that she found the right path, her progress skyrocketed.
Matthew hoped Elio would be tempered on the Hero Continent and successfully break through to Extraordinary.
Because there were many true demons here!
Boom!
Spinning cannonballs slammed fiercely into the crowd of lizardmen.
The lizardmen, unaware of what hit them, only felt something slam into them.
Their vision spun wildly, and they saw bloody, mangled remains.
Then everything faded to black.
Lizardmen with around 50 HP were wiped out by a single magical cannon shot dealing 60 damage.
The highly kinetic cannonballs smashed through the lizardmen in front, then rampaged towards the rear.
Those along the way were injured or killed, leaving a road of blood and wails.
The other cannonballs also swept through the lizardman formation.
This single volley wiped out over 300 lizardmen.
Facing this sudden assault, the lizardmen showed remarkable adaptability.
They immediately spread out, surrounding the remaining soldiers from all directions.
Some looked toward the incoming warships, let out sharp screeches, and even jumped into the sea.
They were already fast on land.
In water, they became even faster.
Like real fish, they swiftly swam toward the warships.
Seeing these bold lizardmen, Beelzebub looked excited and shouted to the strong soldiers around him:
"Fishing time! Aim better!"
As soon as he finished, the prepared marines had already pulled their triggers.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Flying bolts instantly struck the swimming lizardmen.
Their reflexes were nowhere near those of the skilled marines.
The marines weren't modified warriors,
But they were elite soldiers personally trained by Beelzebub.
Each marine was at least a mid-tier Professional, proficient in numerous combat skills and feats.
The lizardmen that were shot floated to the surface, all with arrows in their heads!
The swarm of charging lizardmen, like helpless fish in the water, could only flee and had no power to fight back.
Two-thirds were eliminated in one go. The remaining ones didn't even make it within 50 meters and, overwhelmed by fear, retreated to the shore.
As the lizardmen fell back, the marines naturally advanced.
The steel magic warships provided them cover, while they cleared any remaining threats.
The marines' assault boats quickly reached the docks.
They didn't rush to land but continued firing bolts at the lizardmen on the shore.
The lizardmen besieging the remaining soldiers were immediately hit hard.
The marines shot with great precision and ferocity, maintaining remarkable coordination.
They worked in pairs, targeting the same enemy.
One would shoot the chest, the other the head.
Ordinary lizardman warriors had never seen the power of enchanted crossbows and were killed before they could react.
In just three minutes, over 300 lizardmen were killed.
The Yao Moon Family warriors who were on the brink of death survived in piles of lizardman corpses.
Gripping their weapons in disbelief, they stared at the lizardmen being gunned down mid-charge.
Then they turned to the approaching marines, eyes filled with joy.
"Reinforcements are finally here... sob sob..."
"They're three days late, but at least they showed up."
"Wait, the insignia on them is a dragon? They're not from the Yao Moon Family."
"Who cares! As long as they're human... whew... whew..."
"True, they might be soldiers from the Bay Territory..."
"Ah, enough chatting. I still have a healing potion in my arms, hurry and feed it to me."
"Your injuries are too severe. Even a healing potion might not save you."
"Don't relax just yet. The battle isn't over!"
"..."
Just as the surviving Yao Moon Family warriors braced themselves for the next fight,
The surrounding lizardmen let out sharp screeches and charged at them like a tidal wave.
A trace of fear flashed in Hans' eyes as he clenched his jaw and muttered:
"No one will stop me from becoming a master blacksmith! Not the Witch King, and certainly not you monsters!"
The lizardmen warriors came closer. Hans could already see the red, forked tongues inside their gaping mouths.
"Charge...!"
Unable to hold it in, he roared, venting his fear and dread.
Boom!
A bitter wind blew through, and a bloody rain splashed onto Hans's cheek.
He focused his eyes.
A thunder-wrapped axe was lodged diagonally in the middle of the dock road.
Dozens of broken lizardman corpses were scattered everywhere.
What happened?
Hans blinked in confusion.
A burly figure wrapped in lightning slammed into the center of the lizardmen with terrifying force.
The cobblestone ground cracked with a web of fissures from the shockwave.
The shattered stones were flung by the surging impact.
Wrist-thick blue lightning leapt among the lizardmen, leaving behind a field of charred corpses.
Beelzebub pulled out his battle axe, his blood-red eyes locked on the thousand charging lizardmen, and let out a roaring battle cry.
Charge!
Clad in thunderous heavy armor, Beelzebub crashed into the lizardman formation like a terrifying Thunder Hammer.
With a casual swing of his axe, seven or eight lizardmen were cleaved in half, their mangled corpses falling to the ground.
Beelzebub didn't pause, wielding his axe with simple horizontal sweeps and cleaves.
Every lizardman that charged at him was effortlessly sliced in two.
No lizardman could stop Beelzebub's advance—they couldn't even get close.
With his 1.5-meter-long arm and a nearly 2-meter-long massive Slaughter Axe, his attack range covered half the dock passage.
Behind him, Hans stared blankly at the invincible Beelzebub, then glanced at the ground strewn with broken bodies, blinking in confusion again.
Were these really the lizardmen that posed such deadly danger?
Why did they feel even weaker than kobolds?
The stinging pain in his chest brought Hans back to reality—it wasn't that the lizardmen were weak, but that Beelzebub was too strong.
He looked at the thunder-imbued metal armor Beelzebub wore, eyes filled with confusion and shock.
It was a forging technique he had never seen before, with intricate and incomprehensible enchantment runes.
Normally, Hans would have eagerly studied such craftsmanship.
But now, it appeared before him in a rather absurd situation, leaving him both thrilled and helpless.
Unable to fight Beelzebub head-on, the lizardmen immediately tried to flank him.
Unfortunately, Beelzebub wasn't the type to leave such a glaring weakness.
A group of elite marines had already followed behind him.
Each of them held long spears, thrusting straight at the lizardmen trying to flank Beelzebub.
Every marine had honed their strength to over 15 points.
Their spears thrust forward relentlessly. The lizardmen couldn't block or dodge—they were instantly skewered.
On a battlefield that emphasized formation warfare, every Bay Territory soldier had a clear understanding:
Longer reach means greater strength!
Since the enemy had no ranged weapons, a spear phalanx advance was enough to crush them.
That's exactly how the battle unfolded.
Almost no lizardman could break through Beelzebub and the marines' attacks.
The more fiercely they charged, the faster they died.
More marines began landing on the docks.
Instead of rushing forward, they quickly set up several heavy crossbows.
Targets too difficult for regular soldiers would be dealt with using these.
Then, the formation-ready marines began advancing steadily.
Shield bearers took the front flanks, spear soldiers followed, and crossbowmen provided covering fire.
The charging lizardmen fell in waves.
Most were killed by bolts.
Only a few lucky or high-tier lizardmen managed to reach the front lines.
But they soon died, surrounded by marines.
"Soloing on the battlefield? Are you stupid?"
The Bay Territory army advanced rapidly, clearing the dock area of lizardmen.
Soldiers watching from the city walls couldn't help but tear up and shout with excitement:
"Reinforcements are here! We're saved!"
Boom!
A barrage of artillery rained down on the lizardmen trying to reinforce.
Their flesh and blood stood no chance against steel cannonballs—less than half of them made it through.
But before they could stop the marines from reaching the walls, the magic steel warships at the docks began launching catapults.
Crash!
Barrels of wildfire oil shattered.
Thick black liquid blocked the lizardmen's path forward.
The lizardmen were puzzled—the substance was sticky and stinky, but didn't cause any real harm.
Unable to resist their bloodlust, they charged through the wildfire oil toward the marines.
Dozens of red-hot flaming arrows flew sparsely through the air.
Whoosh!
Crash!
Torrents of flame devoured the passing lizardmen.
Though tough, the lizardmen endured even more pain, struggling for a while before dying, leaving deep psychological trauma for those behind them.
The marines reached the city gate, only to find it hadn't been opened.
Soldiers above shouted helplessly: "The gate is blocked! We can't open it!"
Beelzebub, in a good mood just moments ago, looked up in surprise, meeting a bunch of panicked faces.
Unfazed, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Thirty seconds! Open that gate now!"
His booming voice received no response.
That section of the wall went eerily silent.
Laughing in rage, Beelzebub raised his Slaughter Axe, now glowing with both blood and thunder, and struck the thick gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each heavy blow sent tremors through the air.
The soldiers on the wall turned pale and instinctively looked to their commander.
The latter's legs trembled. Seeing no lizardmen approaching, he quickly shouted to his troops:
"They seem to be doing fine down there! No need to open the gate and risk danger."
"What are you waiting for? That section is defended. Come protect me while I support other areas..."
Boom!
A deafening noise cut him off.
Amid flying dust and debris, Beelzebub stepped through the gate.
He looked up at the stunned faces and grinned menacingly.