Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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The dwarf chanted a spell and quickly made a series of hand gestures.

The next second, a cloud of smoke made of shimmering golden dust instantly enveloped the source of the crossbow bolts.

The dwarf Soneto could imagine what would happen next.

Enemies will mistake his illusions for the second-circle arcane spell "Flash Dust," which can both blind and reveal invisibility. Then, under the spell's influence, they will go blind, scream, and then descend into chaos.

But that wasn't "Flash Dust" at all; it was the Shadow Mage's signature skill, "Shadow Illusion."

The essence of this ability is illusion; it is created by dwarves extracting substances from the Shadow Plane and mixing them into false illusions, thus creating a mixture of reality and illusion.

Dwarves can use this ability to cast illusion magic, freely simulating conjuration or evocation arcane spells up to the second level, thus making the illusion appear real and influencing reality.

The magic he actually used was the third-circle arcane spell "Powerful Illusion".

The ability "Shadow Illusion" has another peculiar aspect: anyone affected by the illusion will not be affected if they do not believe it is real; conversely, the more they believe it is real, the more they will be affected by it.

The dwarf focused his mind on activating "Powerful Illusion," causing the phantom he created, resembling "flash dust," to rapidly spread among the enemy ranks. He aimed to influence as many enemies as possible to create panic, and through the collective effect, it wouldn't be long before all the enemies mistook it for real "flash dust."

But he miscalculated this time.

Silence reigned on the other side of the battlefield, with only the creaking of crossbows being cocked continuing.

The dwarf Sonnetto was horrified.

The enemy was no rabble; they were a formidable army!

Looking out from the opposite side, the Golden Dragon Priest saw that the so-called golden dust was nothing more than a blurry, hazy, transparent image.

He turned his gaze to his soldiers.

Many of the soldiers were completely affected by the enemy's illusions and could no longer see. But not one of them uttered a single cry; each simply continued to do what they were supposed to do in silence.

Because they were veterans of the assault company.

The warriors of the Golden Dragons did not possess any particularly outstanding abilities. However, they were able to contend with the overwhelming army of the two-headed evil dragons from the north with their meager numbers, and to overpower the elite paladins of the bronze dragons from the south, known as the "Northern Legion," thanks to their unparalleled tenacity and iron discipline.

The golden dragon priest stroked his beard and cast a "dispelling spell".

The assault company soldiers regained their sight.

They made no comment, as if nothing had happened, and simply continued to fire another volley of arrows at the other side.

At this moment, a small squad of hooded soldiers quietly circled around from behind the warehouse to the flank of the Golden Dragon soldiers, suddenly rushed into the ranks, brandishing greatswords and battle axes, and fiercely attacked the soldiers wielding repeating crossbows.

However, Jinlong's soldiers remained perfectly orderly.

The golden dragon warriors approached by the hood took out round shields from their backs, tightly bound them together, and quickly changed formation to form a shield wall.

Greatswords and axes slammed into the shield wall, instantly shattering the shields and killing several soldiers. Yet no one retreated or moved, stubbornly blocking the hooded men's attack.

Then, the hooded figures stared in disbelief as numerous enormous spears emerged from above the shield wall.

The Golden Dragon's assault company was divided into two teams, each commanded by a different Golden Dragon species.

The first squad consisted of crossbowmen commanded by the Golden Dragon Priest.

The second Golden Dragon was a Paladin, who commanded the reserves and was also the company commander of the assault company. During the battle, the Golden Dragon Paladin and all the reserve members rested at the rear of the first column. They didn't use repeating crossbows; they all carried spears, warhammers, and short swords, making them all melee warriors.

When he noticed that the enemy was engaged in close combat with the first squad on the flank, he and the reserves moved out.

The reserve team members unanimously picked up their spears and changed their posture to kneeling on one knee.

In the land of the Golden Dragons, all dragons receive arcane education from childhood. Even warriors or priests who know nothing about arcane arts can use arcane magical items just like wizards or sorcerers.

The Golden Dragon Saint Warriors were no exception.

Once the reserve team members were in position, the Golden Dragon Paladin, positioned far behind the first team, took out an arcane scroll and cast "Mass Giant Transformation" on the reserve team members.

The next second, the size of more than a dozen reserve soldiers from the assault company increased by one size due to the magic. "Gigantification" can increase the size of the equipment worn and carried by the recipient.

The spears in the soldiers' hands also grew larger, and their attack range suddenly increased from one foot to one foot.

At the command of the Golden Dragon Paladin, the reserve soldiers, now in the form of giants, rose in unison, their spears raised high, the tips just touching the enemies in front of the shield wall.

They launched a series of stabs diagonally downwards.

Ivy Beatrice, dressed as Illum Otucan, stands thoughtfully at the entrance of the city hall.

Her spirit is connected to the harpies that watch over the docks from above.

Ivy Beatrice saw through the harpy's eyes that once the assault company's reserves began to exert their strength, the battle could no longer be considered a battle.

It was less a battle and more an efficient massacre.

In the blink of an eye, the hooded figure that had flanked from the flank was stabbed halfway to death before it could even be used.

She saw that in the remaining hoods, some individuals, boasting of their bravery, tried to cut the spears with their weapons, but were instantly impaled by three or four spears at the same time.

She also saw a hooded figure with excellent swordsmanship deflect the spear, then nimbly leap onto the shield wall, before using it as a springboard to jump again. The man raised his greatsword, attempting a graceful leaping slash at the giant spearman. Instead, the golden dragon paladin swung his warhammer, sending the man flying more than ten meters.

She looked down at the man from high above. He had smashed through the roof of a warehouse and fallen inside. All his ribs were broken, and his chest cavity had completely collapsed.

The remaining hooded men turned and ran, but most of them didn't get far.

At the command of the Golden Dragon Saint Warrior, the reserve members who had transformed into giants immediately stepped forward and thrust their spears again.

Those who fled, their hoods concealing spears, fell to the ground.

Only one or two people ran back to the back of the warehouse, abandoned the fight, and fled in other directions. They then ran into the Casta lizardmen who had been chasing them all along, and all of them had their heads cut off by the Birth Blade.

Ivy Beatrice noticed that, at some point, the dwarf who manipulated illusions had slipped away.

The dock at this time.

The sand-yellow Casta lizardmen and the gleaming armor of the Golden Dragon Assault Company were locked in a formal standoff, with no living people remaining between the two sides.

Chapter 180 The Final Decision Made Off the Coast

Ivy Beatrice, who plays "Iron Otukan," is enjoying watching the dogfight between the Hooded Dragon Warrior and the Golden Dragon Warrior from the perspective of a harpy. If it weren't for the two bronze dragon paladins standing behind her, she would have asked the goblin to bring out some snacks.

Unfortunately, there are no sunflower seeds in Abel's world.

And the play has come to an end.

Tell the Casta Lizardmen

Ivy-Beate's telepathic harpy attack: [Cease attack, maintain formation, retreat to town]

These golden dragon warriors are very difficult to deal with.

Her intuition told her that the Casta lizardmen were unwinnable, and charging in would only waste her forces.

It wouldn't work to have the numerically superior Casta lizardmen build a defensive line to confront the Golden Dragon warriors.

Nine times out of ten, Jinlong's warriors would believe the Casta Lizardmen were preparing an attack, and then launch a preemptive strike, hoping to defeat them in one fell swoop and clear the way for their next step: capturing the town. In that case, her Casta Lizard army would not only lose, but would also embolden the enemy to attack the town.

However, Ivy Beate discovered that from the very beginning, the Golden Dragon warriors had adopted a defensive posture, building a line and waiting for reinforcements. They did indeed do a good job, relying on the line and the terrain to firmly guard a corner of the dock.

Therefore, it would be better to maintain formation, retreat proactively, and let the Golden Dragon Warriors continue to guard the dock.

The Casta lizardmen's retreat created distance between them and the Golden Dragon Warriors. Would the enemy still break through the established defensive line?

Ivy Beatrice thought it was unlikely. On the other hand, if the Golden Dragon warriors did indeed hunt down the Casta lizardmen, the outcome might actually be reversed.

Looking down from the sky, the number of sand-yellow Casta lizardmen was enormous, almost six or seven times that of the Golden Dragon Warriors.

The Golden Dragon Warriors held a narrow corner of the dock, allowing them to hold out with a small force while awaiting reinforcements. The Casta Lizardmen, facing off against the enemy here, were unable to utilize their numerical advantage, and were outmatched in discipline and weaponry, thus destined for defeat.

However, the terrain between the bay and the town is quite open.

The Casta lizardmen retreated in formation to open ground. If the Golden Dragon's soldiers pursued them there, the Casta lizardmen could simply turn around and charge past them, bypassing the enemy on both sides and heading straight for the docks, thus ruining the enemy's mission. They would have no choice but to widen their front and intercept the Casta lizardmen rushing towards the docks, which would reveal the Casta lizardmen's numerical advantage.

Once the Golden Dragon Warriors are caught up in the melee, they lose their discipline advantage and are at a disadvantage in terms of troop strength, and will instead lose.

—Thank you, great man.

Ivy Beatrice silently prayed for her past life.

I love mobile warfare.

The harpy relayed the order.

Ivy Beatrice saw the numerous sandy-yellow spots below ripple, then begin to retreat like a tide.

She couldn't help but sigh.

According to Ivy Beate's plan, these Casta lizardmen should have been divided into four lines, retreating in alternating pairs. However, these sand-yellow lizardmen were inherently more chaotic than orderly, making it extremely difficult to enforce orders, let alone establish formations and discipline…

Just close your eyes and go to sleep; you'll find everything in your dreams.

However, she was right.

As the sand-yellow lizardmen retreated like a tide, both the golden dragon priests and golden dragon paladins simply watched them go in silence, taking no action whatsoever.

From the perspective of the two Golden Dragons, the assault company had already fulfilled its duty and should continue to ensure that the dock remained intact.

Because ultimately, the decisive factor is not on land, but in the open sea.

When the great golden dragon's gunboats entered the bay, their cannons could cover the entire town, and a large contingent of soldiers disembarked from the dock, the battle was over.

“That might not be as you wish…” Ivy Beatrice murmured to herself.

"Excuse me, what did you say?"

The two bronze dragon paladins behind him did not hear the whisper of "Iren-Otukan".

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said casually. “I mean, we won, we can celebrate.”

She looked up at the sky.

Above their heads, harpies circled and flew.

The clouds gradually gathered, and the wind picked up.

Author's note: My train of thought wasn't flowing smoothly, so I deleted quite a bit. I'll make up for it with an extra chapter tomorrow.

Chapter 181 After this battle, I'll go back to my hometown and get married.

The artillerymen's bodies, covered with white sheets, were carried onto the deck of the gunboat one after another after being killed by the dog demon.

Captain Jinlong was standing on the deck when two sailors carried a corpse past him. He silently lifted the white sheet and glanced at it. The body was mangled and almost unrecognizable, gnawed away. He silently covered the body back with the sheet, his eyes filled with rage.

He wished he could tear that damned dog demon to pieces.

The cannon fire had stopped by now, and the pirate fleet had been almost entirely sunk. Jinlong's seven gunboats began to turn back towards Beate Island.

He looked into the distance with a sense of resentment and signaled to his sailors to signal to friendly ships in the distance.

"Inform them," the captain said, "that our ship's guns are unusable and we will not participate in fire suppression. We request to be included in the first wave of landing operations."

"Wait a moment."

The golden catfish stood casually not far away, idly playing with its long whiskers.

Amidst the captain's incredulous and furious gaze, the Golden Catfish spoke directly to the signalmen: "Inform them that our ship's cannons are unusable, we have suffered heavy casualties, and the lower decks are damaged. We are unable to participate in the attack on the island and request to remain as backup."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The young golden dragon roared, "This is insubordination! A shameless coup! I am the captain!"

"A junior captain who served for four years."

The golden catfish lazily picked at the ear hole under its horn. "And I, an old man, am a boatswain who has served for over six hundred years. Execute orders, little monkey."

His last words were addressed to the semaphore sailors.

The semaphore shrugged at the young captain, expressing his helplessness, and then obediently followed the golden catfish's orders.

The signal semaphores had served for at least twenty years. In the eyes of these ordinary sailors, the Golden Catfish's prestige and seniority were simply too high.

The captain, unable to bear it any longer, reached for the hilt of his command sword.

However, under the mocking gaze of the golden catfish, the young golden dragon found himself hesitant to draw his sword.

"Damn it!" he roared in fury, "when we get back to the city, I'll put you in a court-martial!"

The golden catfish opposite him put away its carefree expression and slowly walked up to the captain.

The young golden dragon felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, the old scoundrel became serious, and his every move exuded an almost terrifying majesty.

"Okay."

Golden Catfish reached out and straightened his uniform. "But let me remind you, kid, if you want to send me to a military court, you'll have to survive first."

"What do you mean by that?" the captain exclaimed, both shocked and furious. "You're threatening me? You're going to kill me?"