Ashen Dragon

The hammerhead of that metal warhammer emitted a faint golden glow, tearing through the air with dreadful kinetic energy and strength.

The Dwarf King plummeted rapidly toward the dragon squadron, with an overwhelmingly majestic phantom of towering mountains manifesting behind him, as if he carried the entire Black Stone Mountain to crush his enemies!

"Prepare to die—"

"Boom!"

The metal warhammer struck the leading Bipedal Wyvern's chest, unleashing a powerful shockwave high in the sky, creating an intense storm.

In an instant, under this terrifying force, the leading Bipedal Wyvern exploded mid-air, turning into a shower of blood and fragments that rained down, leaving not even a single intact piece of its remains.

And this was merely the beginning!

The golden storm swept across the sky, mixed with endless sand and stones, continuing its assault on the remaining Bipedal Wyverns.

"Screeech—"

Amidst the horrific storm, the Bipedal Wyverns shrieked sharply, flapping their wings desperately in an attempt to escape, yet they could not avoid their fate of being shredded into mangled pieces.

Some Wyverns triggered the bombs on their legs, which exploded mid-air and engulfed the bomb throwers themselves.

In mere moments, under the Legendary Dwarf Warrior's attack, the entire bombing squadron of twelve Bipedal Wyverns was slaughtered without resistance.

Blood and flesh from the Wyverns scattered across the sky, while Ed plunged from high above to the ground, creating a deep crater on impact.

The surrounding dust billowed, the ground trembled, yet the dwarf himself was completely unharmed. He simply gripped his warhammer tightly, staring coldly at the Ashen Legion in the distance.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot echoed across the battlefield, and a bullet, crossing a distance of over a thousand meters, targeted the Dwarf King's head.

Soon after, gunfire erupted from different directions. Several bullets closed in, aiming at the dwarf's forehead, throat, heart, and other vital spots.

—These were snipers from the Empire, utilizing years of war-hardened experience. The Empire often deployed dozens of sniper rifles specifically to assassinate enemy elites.

In the North Aisier War, many supernatural-level Aisier Warriors met their end inexplicably under concentrated sniper fire.

However, tempered by years of strength, Ed's intuition resembled prophecy, and his perception far exceeded that of ordinary beings.

The Dwarf King had already anticipated the incoming danger. He gripped his warhammer tightly and swung it violently to the side.

Countless shards of stone obeyed his command, colliding with the bullets mid-air, altering their trajectories and causing them to veer off course.

Ed picked up one of the still-hot bullet shells on the ground, gazing intently at the exquisite engravings on its surface, and muttered softly, "Anti-Magic Rune, Piercing Rune..."

"Bang!"

Several more bullets flew toward him, accompanied by artillery shells descending from the sky. Yet the Dwarf King raised his head calmly and lifted his warhammer with one hand...

...

"He stopped them so effortlessly..."

At the rear of the Ashen Empire's formation, the Earth Goblin General Derol observed the Dwarf King through his telescope, witnessing his seamless deflection of the Empire's specially enchanted rounds.

Derol shook his head, exclaiming, "Tsk tsk, no wonder they call him the renowned Master of High Mountains. He truly is formidable."

Then, turning to his adjutant, he ordered, "Tell Colonel Mier not to send anymore air units. There's no point in wasting our dragon squadron in this battle.

Also... the prelude is just about over. Prepare for the full-scale assault!" Derol grinned widely, as though he could already see his promising future of being promoted to Duke.

"Yes, General."

Following Derol's orders, the colossal steel behemoths began to advance, their deafening roars filling the battlefield, causing the ground to tremble once more.

The true siege battle had begun!