Chapter 178: Chapter 178

Chapter 178: A Magnificent Land! Every Inch of Soil, Every Drop of Blood!

On the deck of the Holy Sword K32, George gripped the railing tightly with one hand and covered his ear with the other.

In his ears were cloth strips soaked with a bit of water.

This was a suggestion from the Middle-aged Deacon.

On the battlefield, the artillery fire never stopped. The deafening booms would continue until the war ended.

And this advice had indeed helped George.

From his perspective, hundreds of Mobile Cities were clashing on the battlefield, with steam and smoke filling the skies.

As an Assault-type City, the Holy Sword K32 was deployed at the forefront of the lines.

“Enemy attack! Northwest direction, a Level 1 Mobile City from the War Alliance is charging toward us!”

The Lookout shouted hoarsely.

The Gunners immediately turned to the direction he indicated.

There, a completely dark red, rugged-looking Level 1 Mobile City was swiftly approaching.

After careful observation, the Lookout shouted again.

“Enemy is at full Level 2 configuration, concentrate fire and destroy it!”

It wasn’t just the Human side—Monster forces also employed the “small body, big fists” tactic.

A few seconds later, the Holy Sword K32 began a salvo of artillery while in motion.

A fireball erupted on the front of the Level 1 Mobile City, and countless cracks appeared on its forward armor.

At the same time, it returned fire.

At a critical moment, the Holy Sword K32 forcibly executed a Mobile Evasion maneuver.

But being a Level 2 Mobile City, its movements weren’t agile, and its flank was hit and exploded.

The Level 1 Mobile City charged forward under heavy fire like a cannonball toward the Holy Sword K32.

Fortunately, a nearby allied unit intervened, bombarding it into a heap of scrap metal.

In the distance, more Mobile Cities were locked in chaotic battle.

Some had their City Armor blasted open, causing Fuel Compartment explosions that disintegrated them in thunderous blasts.

Others crashed into each other, using melee weapons on the decks to furiously hack away at their opponents, leaving each other torn and shattered.

The Mobile Cities strictly adhered to the “move and fire” doctrine, firing while performing Mobile Evasion.

Even more intense was the confrontation between vehicle convoys.

Engine roars rang out constantly as the convoys weaved across the battlefield, firing recklessly.

On the Off-road Vehicles, Gunners and Artillery Operators leaned halfway out from the roof, firing Heavy Machine Guns wildly. Shell casings rained onto the vehicles like a downpour.

Motorcycles darted across the battlefield, the riders steering with one hand while holding a Molotov in the other. The cloth strip at the bottle’s mouth blazed in the wind.

Their primary targets were vehicles. As they passed by, the riders would casually hurl the Molotovs, igniting the targets and sometimes causing explosions. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs Nov3lFɪre.ɴet

From the deck, George clearly saw the scenes nearby.

A Monster Infantry Fighting Vehicle's Heavy Machine Gun was sweeping furiously, the ammo belts lashing like fire whips across several Human Off-road Vehicles, reducing them to blazing fireballs.

One Off-road Vehicle was even shot through the middle, the people inside shredded by the hail of bullets, and the vehicle crashed into a Fortress.

A Human motorcyclist charged forward bravely. His Molotov arced perfectly into the Infantry Fighting Vehicle.

Flames consumed the vehicle instantly. The door burst open amidst thick smoke, and several Serpentfolk, aflame, rolled out screaming, only to be gunned down within a few steps.

Two more Off-road Vehicles revved up and rammed directly into the enemy.

At the moment of collision, the screech of twisting metal pierced the ears.

The immense impact crumpled both Off-road Vehicles. The Human and Monster passengers leaned out the windows and engaged in point-blank shootouts.

Crippling the enemy’s city mobility—assault and counterassault.

The roar of engines, the thunder of explosions, and the whistle of bullets merged into one.

The battlefield had become a meat grinder of steel and flesh.

No one could stop—or rather, no one was allowed to stop.

When George looked up at the sky, he was shocked to see it too had become a blood-soaked battlefield.

Both sides’ Flying Vehicles engaged in unprecedented aerial combat, the tracer rounds weaving a web of death among the clouds.

Several Human Jet Planes dived from the clouds, the Light Machine Guns under their wings spewing flames.

Inside a Monster aircraft being targeted, a Boarmen pilot yanked the control stick in evasion. Bullets grazed the canopy, only carving a few gaps in the wing.

Machine Guns on both sides of the Airships opened fire simultaneously. The tracers streaked across the sky as bright red lines, chasing enemy aircraft.

At the same time, multiple Helicopters howled through the air, unleashing firepower upon the ground.

From sky to earth, every corner of the battlefield was ablaze in fierce combat.

This time, Level 1 Mobile Cities had become the true protagonists of the battlefield.

Both sides expended vast war resources to upgrade their Level 1 Mobile Cities to full Level 2 configurations.

Countless Level 1 Mobile Cities darted through the battlefield, with Level 2 Cannons, Level 2 Heavy Machine Guns, and Level 2 Autocannons on the decks firing madly.

Every minute and second saw vehicles, Flying Vehicles, and Mobile Cities destroyed.

Both Human and Monster sides focused on one thing—air superiority.

Whoever seized control of the skies would grant their Aerial Forces unstoppable advantage.

Helicopters could rain fire on enemy convoys from above.

Jet Planes and Airships could bomb enemy Mobile City decks, destroy their Cannons and Heavy Machine Guns, and slaughter their Combat Personnel.

Then, a sudden change occurred.

From the distant sky came countless black dots.

A closer look revealed hundreds upon thousands of Mantisfolk.

They, like Humans, had humanoid forms and stood about 1.67 meters tall, their bodies sleek and streamlined.

At that moment, they beat their wings at high speed, sweeping past the Human Aerial Forces with unprecedented speed.

The Mantisfolk’s bodies were incredibly tough. The bullets from the Human side caused only minor injuries.

Their claws, however, were razor-sharp—one slash could slice off a plane’s wing.

Seeing this, Bishop Heath on the deck couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

A Monster-side World-class Organization.

It was the only one among the six World-class Organizations that didn’t heavily rely on Mobile Cities.

The members of Natural Selection were made up of Monstrous Civilizations that had evolved to the extreme.

The Level 2 Mantisfolk Civilization was one of them.

After numerous evolutions, their physique, speed, and strength had reached their peak.

A group of Mantisfolk could destroy a Level 2 Mobile City’s Aerial Forces and Land Combat Convoys within minutes.

They invaded Mobile Cities by landing directly on the decks and launching attacks.

They descended in the hundreds or thousands, moving at high speeds to harvest lives.

Once the Heavy Machine Guns and Combat Personnel on the decks were cleared, the true massacre began.

At that moment, the Mantisfolk scattered and began slaughtering the Human Aerial Forces wherever they passed.

In no time, wave after wave of Helicopters, Jet Planes, and Airships fell.

Several squads of Mantisfolk landed on the decks of various Human Mobile Cities.

They moved with precision and experience, dashing across decks and slashing down Combat Personnel one after another.

Unfortunately, the Holy Sword K32, where George was stationed, was one of them.

A large number of Mantisfolk darted across the deck, slicing apart the bodies of many Combat Deacons.

As before, George roared and frenziedly opened fire at the nearby Mantisfolk.

Level 2 Shotguns, Level 2 Heavy Machine Guns, Level 2 Flamethrowers, Level 2 Rifles, Level 2 Grenades.

The Combat Deacons of the Holy Sword K32 burst forth with unprecedented courage, charging at the Mantisfolk one after another.

Some even drew Melee Weapons after exhausting their bullets and engaged in bloody close-quarters combat with the nearby Mantisfolk.

At the same time, the Human side began a counterattack against the Mantisfolk in the sky.

On the deck of the Fire-support Mobile City at the rear of the lines, numerous Anti-Air Autocannons began to fire.

Under the dense web of firepower, countless Mantisfolk bodies were torn apart.

And that was not the end.

Human Airships spewed large amounts of green gas toward them. Upon inhaling it, many Mantisfolk rapidly weakened and plummeted to the ground.

As a World-class Organization specializing in studying monsters, the Titan Throne had long developed highly lethal gas targeting the Mantisfolk Civilization.

“Ah ah ah! Roar, roar!”

On the deck, George gasped heavily.

When he came back to his senses, he found that their side had actually managed to hold the deck.

In his hand was a Level 2 Military Dagger.

Staring at the weapon now soaked in flesh and blood, a trace of doubt flickered in George’s eyes—he could no longer remember when he had switched to this weapon.

Looking around the deck, corpses of both Humans and Mantisfolk littered the ground.

Upon closer count, the Holy Sword K32 had barely any people left.

As if struck by a thought, George quickly looked around the nearby deck.

He was searching for the Middle-aged Deacon.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, he did find him.

At that moment, the Middle-aged Deacon lay in a pool of blood.

Just as George sighed and lit a cigarette, he suddenly heard a voice from below.

“Was it you smoking? Kid.”

George was startled, and the cigarette dropped from his hand.

He tried to pick it up, but the floor was soaked in blood, and the cigarette was already wet.

Not just the ground beneath him—the entire deck was practically a sea of blood.

“You’re not dead, sir?” he asked in surprise.

The Middle-aged Deacon got up briskly and wiped the blood from his face.

It turned out that after running out of bullets, he had survived by playing dead.

“Don’t laugh, kid,” he said calmly. “This is a necessary survival tactic on the battlefield. There's no shame in doing whatever it takes to stay alive.”

As if to prove his words, several others on the deck gradually stood up.

Seeing this scene, George’s heart finally began to relax.

He wanted to smile, but when he remembered that so few remained on the Holy Sword K32, the smile froze on his face.

Then, he pulled another cigarette from his pack, ready to light it again.

However, the Middle-aged Deacon pressed a hand on him.

“Did you see what’s going on around you, kid!” he said sternly. “The war is still going. Get back to the fight!”

Under the Middle-aged Deacon’s orders, George was pushed toward a nearby Level 2 Heavy Machine Gun.

“I’ve never used this before, sir!” he protested hurriedly. “Not even once!”

“No choice! We’re short on people now!” the Middle-aged Deacon shouted. “I’ll teach you how to fire. Just aim at those monsters in the sky and shoot hard!”

As waves of Monster troops filled in, the Monster side officially broke through to the Human side’s fourth Composite Defense Line.

The battlefield situation instantly turned white-hot.

One Monster Mobile City took the lead.

It was the flagship city commanded by the Orc Commander General Rog.

So far, it had destroyed twelve Mobile Cities.

With a furious roar, General Rog activated the Steam Battle Armor on his body.

Unprecedented energy burst from the armor, propelling him straight into the sky, landing toward a nearby Level 2 Mobile City.

Midair, General Rog used his Steam Battle Axe to block incoming Heavy Machine Gun fire from the Human side. Then he swung the axe, landing and launching a powerful slash.

With one strike, the entire floor level was destroyed and collapsed instantly.

He followed up with another swing, slashing apart a nearby Human along with the Heavy Machine Gun.

Blocking, moving, slashing.

This Orc Commander swept through the advancing enemies with unstoppable might, crushing all in his path alone.

His flagship city then opened fire, blasting the Mobile City into shattered fragments.

General Rog raised his Steam Battle Axe amidst the roaring flames and let out a triumphant howl, proclaiming his victory.

Next, he drew a Ceremonial Sword and etched a mark onto the axe, seemingly recording the destruction of another Mobile City.

There were already too many marks on the axe to count.

Nearby Mobile City Lords watching this scene were overcome with dread.

Elsewhere, several Level 1 Human Mobile Cities had just joined forces to destroy a Flesh Technology City from the United Sect.

Just as a few Lords breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred.

That burning Flesh Technology City suddenly began to move. The flesh on its surface started to regenerate rapidly, as if it were alive.

Next, a giant crimson eye abruptly opened at the center of the city.

At the same time, a massive maw full of countless sharp teeth and several giant limbs began to move wildly.

“It’s alive! This Mobile City is alive!” one Lord cried out in shock.

Seconds later, the Flesh Technology City pounced on a Level 1 City and began to tear it apart ferociously.

It even ignored the fire from other Mobile Cities.

Scenes erupted across the battlefield. Flesh Technology Cities of the United Sect, after being destroyed, were all “revived” and began madly devouring Human Mobile Cities.

Some Flesh Technology Cities didn’t even distinguish between friend and foe, tearing apart even Monster Mobile Cities.

The battlefield instantly plunged into chaos.

As a World-class Organization, the United Sect’s mastery of Flesh Technology far surpassed that of the Zombie Civilization.

This was why the Monster side didn’t seem too concerned when the Humans took the Lord of Bones’ Finger.

Because they already had a madman in their camp who wielded the power of Flesh Technology.

Thinking further, this Continent-level War was bound by a Level 2 limit.

This also meant that the United Sect had only deployed Flesh Technology at Level 2 strength.