Translator: AnubisTL
The clash of weapons, the roars of wyverns, and the wails of goblins echoed across the skies of Crescent Bay.
The area had transformed into a battlefield.
"Damn the Ironforged Tribe! How dare they attack Crescent Bay?"
A humanoid alchemy golem nearly six meters tall plowed deep furrows into the riverbank, jets of superheated steam erupting from its gear joints. It possessed four slender mechanical arms, each ending not in a hand but in a circular saw, a pointed drill, and two pincer claws.
Flesh Ripper
—A creation of the Gold Tooth Tribe's alchemists.
The goblins' workshops could manufacture relatively simple, outdated alchemy golems from readily available blueprints. They also purchased precision components at high prices to assemble more advanced and powerful golems.
The Gold Tooth Tribe's alchemy industry was highly developed.
In fact, their ability to establish a firm foothold in the Frontierlands relied primarily on their alchemy industry.
The Flesh Ripper was an outdated alchemy golem, its blueprints easily obtainable. It operated by burning black oil to release energy, which then activated gears, levers, and steam mechanisms to bring it to life.
Within the Gold Tooth Tribe's territory, the Flesh Ripper served as the primary combat unit stationed at various strongholds.
It's worth noting that the flesh ripper is a manned golem, requiring an intelligent creature to pilot it.
These alchemy golems, resembling mechanical suits of armor, are also known as mecha.
When specially trained intelligent creatures pilot advanced mech golems, they often prove more powerful than alchemy golems powered solely by engines and runes.
Inside the cockpit, the goblin chieftain's pointed ears twitched rapidly as sweat glistened on the copper buttons of the control levers.
At that moment, he was both terrified and furious—terrified by the sudden ambush and furious at the loss of his wealth.
"Damn centaurs!"
To protect their wealth, even the naturally timid goblins could muster courage beyond that of most races. The goblin chieftain's curse blared through the loudspeaker as he slammed down the crimson valve on his left.
Whirring!
The saw blades and drills spun into high gear, tearing through the air with a chilling shriek.
A centaur warrior charged forward, spear aimed at the cockpit, but the flesh ripper's pincers clamped down on it with precision. With a mechanical hum, two other arms crossed, slashing across the centaur warrior's body. The saw blades and drills left gruesome wounds, tearing through flesh and bone.
The centaurs were valiant warriors.
The fall of their comrades did not instill fear in them; instead, it ignited their bloodlust. Several elite centaurs wheeled around, their eyes locking onto the mech golem.
"Everyone, fall back!" Silvermane roared.
Alchemy golems—even the centaurs of the Frontierlands had heard of them, though they rarely encountered them. Silvermane's gaze remained fixed on the flesh ripper, his eyes burning with predatory excitement as he studied the mechanical monstrosity forged from metal and machinery.
His hooves pounded the earth, leaving deep craters in their wake.
The burly centaur warrior charged toward the flesh ripper, his mane flying wildly. His nearly linear assault crushed any goblins foolish enough to stand in his path.
In an instant, the two clashed.
Silvermane gripped his frost-gleaming greatsword tightly, magic energy surging through his body like raging flames. He channeled this power into the blade, unleashing a devastating strike against the flesh ripper.
The goblin chieftain piloting the mech golem flinched.
He immediately maneuvered the flesh ripper, mimicking the mecha's combat style. First, he used its pincer claws to parry the centaur chieftain's attack, then seized the opportunity to tear into his body with the other two arms.
The alloy claws clamped down on the centaur's greatsword, accurately predicting its trajectory.
The movements flowed like a tidal wave!
The centaur warrior let out a guttural roar.
The greatsword's slashing speed suddenly surged, slicing through the pincers and crashing into the flesh ripper's chest. Red-hot sparks flew as the steel was brutally cleaved open, leaving a gaping wound.
This was only the beginning.
His strikes were as swift as lightning and as relentless as the tide, his agile footwork allowing him to cover the flesh ripper from multiple directions almost simultaneously.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The crisp metallic clashes echoed incessantly as the flesh ripper staggered backward, desperately parrying.
Downward Slash!
Crack! A frigid arc of light flashed as the mech golem's leg joints were severed. Shattered components and gears scattered as it crashed backward with a heavy thud.
"Crude metal contraptions can never match the honed muscles of a warrior!" Silvermane roared with laughter.
The centaur warrior's massive muscles bulged, their fibers tightening like steel cables. He raised his front hooves high and stomped down with crushing force on the already battered cockpit of the mecha.
Crumple!
The metal plates buckled, cracked, and collapsed.
Amidst the sickening crunch of breaking bones, a goblin's scream erupted from within, only to be abruptly silenced. Blood slowly seeped from the twisted metal.
Rip!
Almost simultaneously, another flesh ripper fell.
A wyvern swooped down from the sky, pouncing on the flesh ripper. Its talons tore through the steel chest armor, allowing its venomous tail stinger to pierce through.
Before the poison could take effect, the stinger had already pierced the goblin chieftain inside, killing him instantly.
The Gold Tooth Tribe, ambitious and aggressive, had recently established a dense defensive line along the riverbank, building numerous new strongholds. However, this expansion had stretched their forces thin.
In strongholds like Crescent Bay, the most powerful combat units were the mech golem flesh rippers.
The centaur ranks were filled with elite warriors.
Moreover, each bipedal flying dragon was a formidable subdragon, possessing the potent dragon bloodline.
As golem after golem fell, the battle quickly turned into a one-sided slaughter.
"Don't kill me, please..."
Smash! A centaur's iron hoof crushed the goblin's skull, silencing his desperate plea.
With their defensive line shattered, the battle completely lost, and all mech golems destroyed, the goblins scattered in panic. But their speed was no match for the centaurs and wyverns, making flight the most foolish choice.
(End of the Chapter)
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