parentshiftbook Chapter 732 Another Dreadful Constructs
Chapter 732 Another Dreadful Constructs
The battle raged on as the Elven archers and Mages continued their relentless assault from the sky. Arrows imbued with destructive enchantments rained down, striking the Hexa Cannoneers below with precise coordination.
Each impact sent bursts of molten metal flying, and with every successful hit, another mechanical beast staggered, its cannons sputtering before shutting down.
The Mages worked tirelessly, channeling their Magic energy to maintain the levitation spells while conjuring protective barriers against the relentless counterfire. Yet, the strain was beginning to show.
Some of the younger Mages who were less experienced in prolonged combat faltered under the weight of their spellcasting. Their control wavered, causing some archers to dip unexpectedly in the air, their shots going wide.
"Hold steady, damn it!" one of the archers yelled in frustration as his arrow missed its mark.
A moment of chaos threatened to break their formation, but the Mages quickly regained control.
They refocused, their hands glowing with more stabilized Magic energy as they stabilized the flight spell, allowing the archers to correct their aim.
Below, the Hexa Cannoneers continued their onslaught, their cannons firing without mercy. Blinding beams of energy tore through the night, illuminating the battlefield with violent flashes.
The ground trembled beneath them thunderous impacts and shockwave from their cannons. The air grew thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning metal.
Despite the relentless barrage, the Elves pressed forward. One by one, the Hexa Cannoneers fell, their armored shells pierced in just the right spots, disabling their internal mechanisms.
Some erupted in flames, their cores overloading before collapsing into smoldering wreckage.
Yet, the remaining machines showed no hesitation. The surviving Cannoneers adjusted their aim, recalibrating their targeting systems to track the airborne threat more effectively.
Their next volley was more precise, forcing the Elven Mages to push their defensive Magic to the limit.
Bright streaks of energy streaked through the sky, narrowly missing some of the archers but grazing the barriers conjured by the Mages.
The force of the blasts sent shockwaves rippling through the air, shaking the Elves mid-flight.
A few archers clenched their jaws, bracing against the turbulence, while others took deep breaths to steady their hands. They had to end this before the Cannoneers adjusted further and before the machines found a way to counter them completely.
Then, from below, a deep mechanical hum resonated across the battlefield.
Something was coming out again.
From the still-open portal, three new metal constructs emerged, their design resembling the Hexa Cannoneers yet distinctly different.
Their sleek metallic frames carried the same ominous glow but their cannons were unlike any seen before. Instead of the same barrels, each of them now possessed curved, beetle-like horns split to the left and right, with a pulsing wave of strange energy surging between them.
The moment they appeared, their targeting systems locked onto the Elves above. Without hesitation, the constructs fired.
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Blinding arcs of energy streaked upward, striking the protective barriers conjured by the Mages. Unlike the previous attacks, these blasts didn't merely push against the shields — they tore through them as if unraveling their very essence.
His chest rose and fell with deep and measured breaths, but his rage burned hotter. He would not let this stand.
"We cannot fight them like this, your majesty," one of his elder advisors said, shaking his head grimly. "If we continue, we will be sending our soldiers to their deaths with no hope of victory."
Another general slammed his fist onto the table. "Then what do you suggest?" His voice was raw with frustration.
"We need a new approach," an older, war-hardened commander said in a grave tone. "Something beyond Magic. Something they won't expect."
Silence filled the chamber.
Then, one of the advisor spoke, saying the things they were meant to say.
"We have to summon Erend, Your Majesty."
The room stiffened. Eyes widened. Even the most battle-hardened generals flinched at the name.
Erend, the Dragonborn warrior. The one who wielded the power of fire, lightning, and water in ways no Elf could. A force beyond their Magic. A force that did not abide by the same rules these machines sought to exploit.
"No," King Gulben said. "Not yet."
He turned away from the balcony with hard gaze and strode toward the far end of the chamber.
He could not summon Erend — not now. Not when he still had something left to use.
Reaching the far corner of the throne room, he placed his hand on the unassuming wall. To anyone else, it was nothing more than smooth stone, just another part of the palace's architecture. But Gulben knew better. This was where the last remnants of an age-old secret lay hidden.
He unsheathed his sword. Without hesitation, he dragged the sharp edge across his palm. Blood welled up instantly, dripping down his fingers.
Murmuring a secret incantation, he pressed his bleeding hand against the wall. The moment his blood touched the surface, the wall trembled.
Faint intricate lines began to glow a deep crimson.
The stone groaned, shifting and unraveling like parchment peeling away.
What had once been a solid wall melted into nothingness, revealing a hidden alcove.
Within it sat a tome that looks old, bound in dark leather, its surface etched with runes that seemed to shimmer and twist as though resisting the light.
The air around it crackled with strong Magic energy.
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King Gulben stared at it for only a moment before reaching out, his bloodied hand closing around its spine. The moment he touched it, a wave of energy surged through his arm, sending a searing pain up to his shoulder.
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