Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2689 1478: Fierce Battle and Control
Previously on Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong...
In the expansive, shadowy void, rays of magical radiance and sharp sword auras cross paths, while thunderous clashes echo across the skies, sending waves of chilling power surging through the atmosphere.
Smoke billows not just from the heart of the battlefield but everywhere around, with lingering flames refusing to fade. Across numerous spots, massive craters either smolder or remain iced over, littered with shattered bones of the undead, remnants from broad magical barrages.
At the heart of the undead forces, the Witch Demon Leader positions himself on the command dais, observing how hundreds of Tier 6 golem puppets called forth by Leo Ray battle intensely against the Tier 6 undead. His hollow, parched nostrils flare in fury.
This so-called human Emperor, no bigger than an insect in his eyes, had shockingly revealed one mighty surprise after another, turning what was meant to be certain doom into a fight for survival!
Fury surging within him, the Witch Demon Leader rearranged his troops, issuing a command for a full-scale offensive. As the bulk of his forces closed in, even if the human Emperor sprouted three heads and six arms, death awaited him without escape this time!
"Human ants, I, the Leader, will grind you into dust!"
The Witch Demon Leader's gaunt features twisted as he bellowed in rage.
Sweeping his broad hand forward, the undead horde encircling Leo Ray and his allies charged ahead with crushing murderous aura, swiftly narrowing the gap to the encircled core.
Yet right as the undead forces launched their push, something unexpected unfolded.
High overhead where Leo Ray positioned himself, vast magical formations materialized out of nowhere. From these shimmering arrays, countless colorful giant dragon golem puppets emerged swiftly, howling as they soared upward with formidable presence.
Taking flight, the dragons plummeted toward the undead positions, spewing lethal breaths that scorched trails of devastation across the terrain.
These abruptly summoned dragon golem puppets threw the unguarded undead ranks into disarray once more. Startled witch demons scrambled to reform their lines, and it took moments before spells and arrows blanketed the heavens in retaliation.
The assault from the Tier 5 Army proved incredibly potent. In the initial barrage of spells and projectiles, no fewer than a hundred dragon golems exploded mid-flight, crumbling into nothingness above.
Follow-up volleys of heavy strikes blanketed the air repeatedly, toppling more dragon golems and swiftly clearing the skies of turmoil.
This outcome was hardly shocking, given the presence of hundreds of Tier 6 witch demons and undead in their midst, more than equipped to overwhelm these predominantly Tier 5 dragon golems.
Still, the persistent dragon breaths from the downed constructs kept billowing, shrouding the field in dense fog.
"It's nothing but futile struggle, human ants, your death is near!"
On this occasion, the Witch Demon Leader himself vaulted forward, shielded by his Imperial Guards, his expression brimming with savagery and disdain.
But after only a few strides, astonishment once more stretched his crimson eyes wide.
As the haze at the battlefield's center began to dissipate, a massive, disciplined legion of golem puppets marched steadily onward, their unified footfalls and imposing force matching the undead army in scale!
Without question, this stemmed from the activation of numerous Tier 5 summon scrolls by Leo Ray.
Those prior dragons served only as a feint to draw enemy focus, granting precious moments for assembling the true golem puppet horde.
In the midst of it all, Leo Ray had deliberately sent the initial batch of Tier 6 golem puppets charging ahead, paired with the dragons' spread, to carve out vital room and delay for his preparations.
Naturally, shock gripped not only the Witch Demon Leader but also the pink-hooded figure and old Gary at Leo Ray's side.
The pink-hooded figure, especially, stood dumbfounded in awe. They had never imagined Leo Ray capable of truly summoning a full Tier 5 Army!
After all, elite powers could muster such forces without much effort, yet the Human Clan had only recently ventured into the Outer Region as a weak newcomer, their top troops barely reaching Tier 2!
Furthermore, pooling resources from every third-class faction in the Outer Region would scarcely yield so many Tier 5 summon scrolls out of thin air!
And the previous Tier 6 attack scrolls along with Tier 6 summon scrolls? Utterly beyond comprehension!
"No wonder this kid dares to storm directly into the opponent's lair; turns out he came well-prepared!"
"I guess this kid must have inherited the ancient human tribe's legacy; otherwise, there's no way he would have such a foundation!"
"Come to think of it, I've found a genuine gold mine here!"
As the pink-hooded figure pondered deeply, Leo Ray concentrated on directing the summoned troops to press their advance.
In truth, even after bolstering his Outer Region allies and covering assorted costs plus shares for his powerhouses, Leo Ray's stock of Tier 5 summon scrolls hadn't swelled to this extent—a good many had been elevated to Tier 6 as hidden aces up his sleeve.