Ashen Dragon

At this moment, accompanied by a thunderous sound in the air, dazzling orbs of light descended, instantly vaporizing the bodies of hundreds of demons, leaving not a trace.

Mantou looked up in amazement to see a small airship of the Mechanical God Cult gliding through the sky, its elemental cannon beneath firing countless orbs of light at the Demon Group, instantly annihilating numerous Frosthorn demons.

"Isn't that Xin Dog? How did it get so weak, getting beaten to this extent by a bunch of Frosthorn demons?"

A smug voice came from within the giant ship, the hatch slowly lowering, revealing the robust and towering figure of the Steel Torrent before the crowd.

This guy had completely strayed from the original intent of the Mechanical God Cult, becoming a full-fledged battle maniac.

However, the current Mechanical God Cult no longer needed him to manage it. The Steel Torrent was only a nominal president, without any real power.

Scientists from around the world were maintaining the operations of this giant organization with tens of thousands of members, methodically advancing various project progresses, managing and directing the sect's affairs. It was said that many of them had official backgrounds.

Coincidentally, the actual leaders of the Mechanical God Cult today—the five Great Sages with esteemed status and power—happened to come from five major countries in reality.

In every sense, the Steel Torrent had been made redundant.

But the Steel Torrent himself also knew that he, being an ordinary person in reality, did not have the ability to manage such a vast organization, so he was willing to be hands-off and fully commit himself to tense and exciting battles.

At this moment, the Steel Torrent's entire body was covered in heavy Scarlet Scale Armor, his physique robust and towering, his muscles bulging like steel.

His right arm had even been replaced with a mechanical prosthetic, equipped with numerous lethal weapons like a circular saw, power gun, and chainsaw sword.

"Damn, this group of people from the Mechanical God Cult is really arrogant. It's just because they have money. If only I had enough funding..." Mantou looked at the Steel Torrent's expensive equipment with jealousy, gritting his teeth.

Singo, however, shook his head and sighed, "Tsk tsk, this is the foundation of a grand guild. The people from the Mechanical God Cult are playing a completely different game from us.

Steel Torrent is just a display of their power on the surface. In the dark... who knows how many terrifying things they can bring out."

"Let's not compare with them. Let's go, continue bombing the Demon Group on the front lines!"

The Bipedal Wyvern spread its wings, streaking across the sky with a piercing screech, diving towards the demons at the forefront.

The Steel Torrent grinned, looking at the surging Magic Tide on the ground, and without any protective measures, he leaped down. He spread his arms, directly descending into the densest area of the demons.

"For the Emperor!"

Several Dragon Scale Cultivators followed closely, jumping down from the airship, shouting in unison, "For the Emperor!"

"Boom!"

The ground roared and trembled, dust and smoke rising into the sky as the Steel Torrent crashed into the Demon Group, crushing dozens of demons into pulp.

Subsequently, a series of thunderous sounds echoed through the sky, as twelve Dragon Scale Cultivators landed around, stirring up clouds of dust.

And one by one, tall figures slowly stood up in the dust and smoke, imposing and majestic.

Countless greedy and ferocious eyes focused on them, as the demons felt no fear towards these unexpected guests, instead seeing them as prey.

"Fire at will!" Lin Mo's roar was drowned by gunfire. Twelve blue beams tore through the snow curtain, disintegrating the first row of Hellhounds into black ash in a quantum dissolution effect. But more monsters emerged from the lava, their numbers reminding Lin Mo of the army ants he saw in Arizona as a child.

Lin Mo's breath condensed into frost inside his tactical mask, the Arctic wind tearing at his combat suit with the stench of sulfur. He knelt at the edge of an ice fissure, the holographic sight reflecting a hellish scene—a massive rift three kilometers in diameter writhing across the Ice Field, dark red lava roiling deep in the chasm, with countless bone-spurred shadows crawling from the boiling magma.

"Silver Wing Squad, energy weapons fully charged." A report came through his earpiece, Lin Mo's index finger tapping the trigger loop of his electromagnetic rifle. The crystal barrel of the TR-9 Ether Rifle glowed a ghostly blue, its stock vibrating subtly, like holding a mechanical viper poised to strike.

Three hundred meters away, the first batch of Hellhounds burst from the rift. These two-meter-tall monsters had skin etched with lava patterns, spinal spikes piercing through their skin, smoking in the cold wind. Their quadrupedal running posture reminded Lin Mo of the saber-tooth tiger fossils in museums, if saber-tooth tiger fangs could drip corrosive mucus.

"Fire at will!" Lin Mo's roar was drowned by gunfire. Twelve blue beams tore through the snow curtain, disintegrating the first row of Hellhounds into black ash in a quantum dissolution effect. But more monsters emerged from the lava, their numbers reminding Lin Mo of the army ants he saw in Arizona as a child.

"Switch to plasma grenades!" Vice-captain Chen Yan's voice mixed with the roar of explosions, "There's something big at three o'clock!"

As Lin Mo turned his head, he saw the ice layer shatter, a six-meter-tall Abyss Golem breaking through. The giant, cobbled from Obsidian and bones, had ghost flames dancing in its eye sockets, raising a lava-dripping right arm, sending dozens of Pillars of Fire shooting up across the Ice Field.

"Full Phase Shielding!" Lin Mo slapped a diamond-shaped device on his chest, an azure light screen instantly enveloping him. The shockwave from the Pillar of Fire striking the Shield flung him five meters, the combat suit's temperature alarm flashing wildly. As he rolled in the snow, he glimpsed two teammates who hadn't activated their shields in time, their bodies vaporizing in three-thousand-degree heat, making his stomach convulse.

The electromagnetic rifle slipped from his grasp as he rolled, and Lin Mo drew the Molecular Vibration Dagger from his outer thigh. A Hellhound pounced mid-air at him, and he leaned back, slashing upwards through the monster's scale-covered abdomen. The high-frequency vibrating blade cut through the demon's skin like butter, hot viscera spilling onto the snow.

"Captain! The rift expands in eleven seconds!" Technician Allen's scream, mixed with static noise, "Energy readings have reached critical!"

Lin Mo performed a tactical roll to retrieve his rifle, the HUD in his mask flashing a scarlet countdown. The crystal barrel of the TR-9 glowed orange with heat as he squeezed the trigger at the approaching Golem, blue beams carving honeycomb holes in its chest, yet the obsidian body kept advancing.

"Taste this!" Chen Yan leapt from the flank, shoulder-mounted plasma cannon firing a brilliant orb. Half of the Golem's body vaporized instantly, the unbalanced giant collapsing into the ice fissure, triggering a hundred-meter-high magma fountain.

As the countdown hit zero, the entire Ice Field began to quake. Lin Mo witnessed a sight he would never forget—the edges of the rift curling like molten wax, space itself wrinkling under some indescribable force. Seven burning boulders emerged from the void, their surfaces crisscrossed with magma-patterned veins, as cracks spread, Lin Mo saw they were seven stone coffins.

"Holy Spear System, online!" Allen's voice was high-pitched with fear, "Oh God, these energy readings..."

Lin Mo hadn't yet reacted when the nearest stone coffin exploded open. A four-meter-tall Demon Lord hovered amidst a rain of lava, its dark gold armor flowing with runes, spinal spikes piercing the armor and extending into metallic tail fins. Most suffocating was its weapon—a three-meter-long scythe, its blade distorting space at the edges.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat..." Chen Yan's shout cut off abruptly. The Demon Lord merely lifted a finger, the area where the vice-captain stood suddenly collapsing into a black hole, erasing everything including the synchronized battle tanks and the thirty-meter radius of ice, leaving only a perfect spherical pit.

Lin Mo's earpiece was filled with his teammates' screams. He saw Allen sliced in half by a spatial rift, saw medics Kate dancing in the summoned Hellfire, saw heavy machine gunner Old Wang using his last consciousness to detonate the Antimatter Grenade. The constantly flashing shield overload warning on his retina gradually turned crimson, the right side of his tactical mask corroded by the Golem's acid.