NFBE Chapter 479 Dawn of Dawn
Chapter 479 Dawn of Dawn
As Alpha's knuckles struck the metal of his wrist armor, fifteen "Iron Mane" crossbows crafted by dwarf craftsmen had already crushed crescent-shaped grooves in the chaos.
Balas's rosacea glowed dark red in the night. The dwarf master craftsman was using his left hand, which was missing a finger, to calibrate the crossbow.
Those deadly weapons made of fine iron and dragon tendons were now emitting the low groans of dying beasts.
"Let the pirates taste the wrath of the rocks!" Balas's roar mixed with the whistling of the crossbow string breaking the air exploded.
Fifteen arrowheads, trailing streams of flame-like light, pierced through the rain curtain. The shield wall that was hit first emitted a dazzling blue light - it was probably the water-ripple shield enchanted by the Siren.
The shield-bearing warriors in the first row were nailed into the chevaux de frise behind them, along with their shields. The remaining force of the fine iron arrow shafts penetrated two layers of shield walls and actually knocked the last row of heavy-shield cavalry into the knight team behind them, forming a strange flesh-and-blood fence.
Cracks in the battle line burst open under the giant axe of the original No. 1.
This cyborg body, recast from dwarven mithril and iron armor, was turning three heavily armored knights armed with spears into bloody windmills.
The steam vents on the shoulder armor of the original No. 1 spewed out hot white mist, which condensed into ice crystals in the cold morning air - that was the power core newly installed by the dwarf engineers.
But the "Pirate Knights" of the Pirate Alliance were no ordinary creatures. Dozens of poisoned spears wrapped around the original's joints like snakes' tongues, and chains and fishing nets were thrown from both sides, making harsh friction sounds on the mechanical arms.
"It's our turn, charge!" When Alpha's Bloodthirsty Spear tore open the throat of the seventh enemy, the front hooves of his mount "Cloud Stepping" had been cut off by the sickle.
The silver-haired commander stepped on the corpse of his warhorse and leaped onto the enemy camp. The shield fragments kicked up by the spear tip cut through a bloody curtain, and the battle flag of the Furious Knights behind him was soaked in blood.
Alpha glimpsed Quinte's First Regiment stuck on the right flank—human warriors, bewitched by the sirens' song, forming a flowing wall of water with their barbed tridents.
"Burn it!" Someone shouted, and the dwarf's Molotov cocktail exploded behind the enemy's front line under the launch of the catapult.
Green phosphorous fire spread along the lines of the enchanted shield, roasting the heavily armored warrior's shell and making it crackle.
The original No. 2 took the opportunity to break through the burning shield formation, and the steam core in his chest made an overloaded roar.
The thrusters on his back suddenly spewed out hot lava. It was the "fire of the earth's core" secretly poured by the dwarf blacksmith, which was now burning black cracks on the entire battle line.
When Alpha spotted the enemy commander's scarlet cloak, his blood-stained visor was already visible in the pools of blood on the ground.
Twenty steps away, the pirate leader was waving a giant anchor inlaid with the Sea Soul Stone, and every attack could cause his own people to suffer extremely heavy damage.
"Follow the charge!" Alpha brandished the Bloodthirsty Gun, continuously killing and critically attacking the enemies.
The final charge broke out in the darkest moment before dawn.
The originals' mechanical arms crushed the last barricade, the Berserker Knight's hammer smashed open the wooden door of the baggage camp, and the Alpha's spear tip finally touched the pirate knight's throat.
The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the sounds of metal clashing and roaring intertwined into a symphony of death.
The dwarf Balas's knuckles turned white from gripping the trigger of his crossbow, and the dense reflections of the enemy's armor danced in the sight.
When the third round of crossbow arrows broke through the air, Balas heard the humming sound of the vibrating bowstring, which sounded very much like the sound of the old locust tree in his hometown being struck by lightning.
The mechanical prosthetic limbs of the original No. 1 and No. 2 shone coldly in the pool of blood. The magic lamps on the shoulder armor of this pair of cyborg warriors pierced through the smoke and chiseled into the enemy formation like two burning broken swords.
Every time they swung their swords, a blood mist arose, and the blood pressed against their joints, crushing not only the enemy's shields but also the phalanx discipline that the Pirate Alliance was proud of.
The roar of Quintiles' chainsaw sword could be heard from behind. The mutant warrior's beard was covered in blood, but he laughed out loud as he was strangled. "Come on! Taste our wrath!"
Quintile and these mutants were originally ordinary people, but they were forcibly transformed into such monsters by the Pirate Alliance. Now they look like neither human nor ghost, and all the hatred is caused by the Pirate Alliance.
The crossbow arrows from behind accurately pierced the knights' visors. Just as the enemies wearing black flags were about to raise their shields, they were knocked to the ground by Alpha's violent knights.
The silver-haired Alpha roared and tore through the air. The moment the spear pierced through the shield warrior, the crisp sound of armor cracking and the muffled sound of blood and flesh splattering exploded at the same time.
Warm blood splashed on Alpha's goggles, making the enemies in his field of vision even clearer - the pirates who were trying to reorganize their defenses were now like lambs chased by wolves.
The array of two thousand knights finally collapsed in the iron and fire.
When Alpha's battle flag was planted in the blood-stained mud, the battlefield was split into four scarlet puzzle pieces:
The original No. 1 brandished the serrated long knife and charged left and right, with each wound gushing out a stream of energy unique to the cyborg;
The original No. 2 jumped onto the platform by stepping on the corpses of the enemies, and the blue light from the charging shoulder cannon illuminated the entire battlefield.
The furious knights' horses crushed the broken shields, and the pirate earrings hanging on the stirrups jingled in the bumps, which was the accompaniment of death.
"Kill the last one!" The dwarf Balas tore off his blood-stained gloves and turned the crossbow towards the last enemy gathering point.
Baras saw Alpha's cloak fluttering in the smoke, like a battle flag that would never fade.
As the sound of their own horns rolled down from the peaks of the distant mountains, the separated pirates were raising their weapons in vain, but they did not know that in the iron meat grinder of the cyborgs and knights, any resistance would only add the last seasoning to this bloody feast.
Mud mixed with brain matter stuck to the soles of his boots, and the electronic eyes of the original No. 2 flashed a light of victory.
In the distance, the baggage train of the reinforcements was running over the fallen enemy flag, and the remnants of the Pirate Alliance were like ashes blown away by the wind, disappearing in this dusk of steel and glory.
Alpha's armor was dripping with warm blood as the Crimson Dawn tore through the mining city's skyline.
In the smoke of the battlefield, Baras commanded the mechanical arm to drag the dying cyborg into the medical cabin. The sound of metal friction and the groans of the wounded intertwined into a cruel symphony.
Alpha gripped the bleeding spear tightly, and the blood beads condensed on the tip of the spear fell on the scorched earth, exploding into dark red flowers.
"Anyone who stands in the way will be killed without mercy."
This cold command was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, spreading to the entire legion along with the sound waves.
The neural interfaces on the necks of the original cyborgs glowed with a faint blue light, and their titanium alloy joints reflected a chilling coldness in the morning light. They led the ordinary cyborg army in marching in uniform mechanical steps, forming a wedge formation.
Scarlet mist emanated from the nostrils of the mutant Berserker Knights' warhorses, and the bone spurs on the riders' backs pierced their leather cloaks, making a teeth-grinding buzzing sound in the wind.
The dwarf warriors pushed the crossbows forward slowly. The bronze parts of the twelve-shot crossbow mechanism engaged and rotated, and the crossbow arrows were like a steel jungle, making the shadows along the way tremble.
……
The sudden collapse of the third gate of the mining city raised a cloud of dust.
Phyllis gripped the iron railing of the watchtower tightly, her nails scraping against the metal.
She watched as the phalanx of cyborgs surged over the broken city walls like a black tide. The genetically enhanced soldiers tore open the iron gates with their bare hands, and green slime that corroded the metal flowed between their fingers.
"Master Makina!" Phyllis's scream was drowned out by the explosion. "They broke through our frontal defense!"
Makina's chain blade drew a silver arc in the morning light, cutting the three charging knights in half.
The silver-haired knight's armor was covered with cracks, but his eyes were still bright and dazzling: "Take Phyllis, Commander Lina and the refugees to evacuate through the secret passage! Remember, no matter what noise you hear -"
His voice suddenly became sharp, and the chain blade precisely wrapped around the throat of an enemy who was about to launch a sneak attack. "Don't look back!"
Lina knelt in front of the messy podium, and broken memories seemed to flash before her eyes.
Memories came flooding back: that rainy night when she ignored Alpha's warning and approved the black soldiers to form an independent army, allowing the blacks to surrender to the enemy and allowing the enemy to completely occupy the South City;
And that night, despite everyone's opposition, Lina insisted on opening the South City gate and letting refugees into the city, but she didn't know that those "refugees" were actually enemies in disguise, and riots broke out in South City...
At this moment, Lina's palm was pressed tightly against the coordinates of South City on the tactical map, and her nails were deeply embedded in the stone pile of the city wall.
"It's all my fault..." Lina suddenly grabbed the magic pistol, but it was snatched away by Captain Rowling who ran from the west gate.
"It's you who should leave!" Rowling aimed his bow at the oncoming attacking force, and the arrow ignited a blue flame on the string. "Gulis and I's rain of arrows can only last for a few minutes, enough for you to evacuate..."
"Look!" Phyllis suddenly pointed to the east.
The morning mist gradually dissipated, and a blood-soaked figure rode a warhorse through the air. The spear in the man's hand was wrapped with red arcs of electricity. Wherever he passed, the transformed and armored knights fell like harvested straw.
"Is that Lord Alpha?" The girl cried out, but was instantly drowned out by the roar of the battlefield.
……
At this moment, a knight in black armor rushed out from behind the battlements.
His warhorse stepped on phosphorescent flames, and the flail in his hand created waves of energy when he swung it out, actually blocking Alpha's thunderous thrust.
Amidst the flying sparks, Quintiles's roar shook the air: "Sir, please leave! Let me meet this 'old friend'!"
"Traitor!" The black-armored knight's mask flipped open, revealing a face covered in mechanical eyes. "You failures should be locked up in a genetic laboratory forever!"
Quintiles's sword cleaved the opponent's flail. The moment the blade collided with the mecha, the bone spur on his back suddenly grew three inches longer. "We have never been your slaves!"
The mutant Quintai's eyes glowed crimson. "The moment you threw us into the incubator—" His blade flashed into a blood-red vortex. "The war has already begun!"
Alpha looked at the two people entangled together, and his spear drew a bloody cross in the air: "Leave a hundred people to support Quintiles! The rest of you, follow me--"
Alpha's eyes swept across the layers of fortifications ahead. The energy shields there were charging, and countless gun barrels were slowly turning towards him. "Rip their throats!"
As the legion launched another charge, the alarm in the core area of the mining city pierced the sky.
A distance of one kilometer seemed like an insurmountable chasm in Alpha's eyes.
Alpha gripped his spear tightly, watching his comrades fall and stand up again in the artillery fire. Alpha did not hesitate and continued his killing sprint.
At this moment, the sun completely jumped out of the horizon, dyeing the battlefield a dazzling golden red.
I don’t know whether that light is a elegy for the end of the world or a prologue to a new life.
The scorching sun was burning the earth, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Phyllis's hands trembled slightly from holding the telescope for a long time. She squinted her eyes and finally saw the figure fighting bloody battle five hundred meters away in the blurred vision of heat waves and dust.
Phyllis' voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and awe as she shouted, "That's Lord Alpha! It's really Lord Alpha who has come to save us!"
Before she finished speaking, Lina and Rowling had already stretched out their hands at the same time, almost competing with each other and shouting, "Let me see!"
The telescope was briefly passed between the two people, and they looked eagerly at the battlefield, with hope flashing in their eyes.
At the same time, Makina stood on the broken city wall, looking at the chaotic battle below with his eyes as firm as iron.
Makina gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, his voice steady and powerful: "I will send someone to escort you out. I will guard the military industrial city. We must not let the enemy completely occupy this place."
At this moment, Makina stood tall and straight, like an unshakable towering mountain, completely ignoring the falling ashes and flying sparks.
The military industrial city in the core area of the mining city is now at a critical moment of life and death.
The two city gates had been breached, a raging fire was raging in the city, and thick smoke rose into the sky, covering half of the sky.
But Makina knew in his heart that as long as they had a city gate in their hands, they still had hope of turning the tide of the battle.
This city, which carries countless efforts and hopes, still has the possibility of rising again.
"No!" Fili refused without hesitation, her eyes burning with a fiery fighting spirit. "We have persisted until now, and we must not let the military industrial city be completely occupied by the enemy because of us. This is our home, the place we swore to defend with our lives, I will never retreat!"
Luo Lin pondered for a moment and calmly analyzed the situation from a tactical perspective. "How about this! We concentrate our forces to defend the East Gate. The East Gate is strategically located, easy to defend but difficult to attack. As long as we work together, we will be able to withstand the enemy's attack. Even if we die on the battlefield, we must not let the enemy completely occupy the Military Industry City!"
Makina nodded slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes.
Makina turned to face all the soldiers and shouted, "Yes! Everyone, defend East City. As long as the city survives, we survive. If the city falls, we die! We must defend the dignity of the Military Industrial City with our blood and lives!"
Following Makina's call, the soldiers gripped their weapons tightly and shouted in unison.
Their voices resounded through the sky, filled with determination to face death.
"Stop right there, or I'll kill you all!" A deafening roar tore through the sky, and a black shadow fell with the force of thunder.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a four-meter-tall giant cyborg stood tall, its steel skeleton gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight. Compared with the legendary original No. 1, its size was not much smaller.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”