Chapter 552

"Damn, my King's Power..."

"Stop howling. A mechanical body doesn't feel pain, what the hell are you screaming for? Hurry up and send someone to fill this drama queen's vacancy, I can't hold on much longer."

"Hold on, sister, let me come."

"Where is the medic—no, the repairman? My butt is stuck in a tree, please help me get it down."

At the border between the two nations, a battle that could be called tragic was raging. The situation was extremely intense; the mechanical army, wave after wave, was fearless of death, while the cold and powerful angel legion was unstoppable. For a time, both sides were trading blows, with each having their own victories and defeats.

It was just that the occasional strange cries and wails of the witches coming from within the mechanical army ruined the atmosphere a bit. But if one ignored the noise made by these unruly fellows, the intensity of this war was indeed enough to be called a War of the Gods by later generations.

After all, purely in terms of strength, the individual combat power of the mechanical witches was truly lackluster; ten mechanical witches might not even be able to slow down the pace of a single angel warrior.

But the witches had numbers. If ten didn't work, they sent twenty. Moreover, with their mechanical bodies, they feared no negative status effects like pain, emphasizing a fearless attitude toward death. Seeing they couldn't win, they would choose to self-destruct their units, launching suicide charges and the like.

Ants can bite an elephant to death. The mechanical witches did not fear sacrifice; if one unit was destroyed, another would come. After all, the reserve of spare units was still very sufficient.

But the situation on the angel side was looking a bit ominous. Although the angels were powerful, their casualties were currently still very small.

However, even small casualties are still casualties, especially when the angels had no subsequent reinforcements. Such a casualty ratio would only grow heavier.

After all, there was no longer any Glorious Divine Kingdom. Having lost the source of faith from their believers, they had also lost the possibility of summoning new angels to descend. Every existing angel warrior that fell was one less.

Thus, the bloody and cruel war of attrition continued.

The powerful angels brandished the holy fire weapons in their hands, every move scattering dazzling holy light and scorching holy fire, ruthlessly and equally sweeping away everything in front of them.

The relatively fragile mechanical witches were no match for the angels in a head-on confrontation; in a true equal fight, they were likely cannon fodder that would fall in a single round.

But the witches still had a unique skill to overcome the strong with the weak.

Military God Skill: Eight Trigrams Formation.

The powerful ruling force from Dorothy connected every mechanical body on this battlefield like the will of the non-existent Lord of All Machines in the legends of the Machine Sect, writing the program known as "The Eight Trigrams Formation Even a Fool Can Understand" into the database of every mechanical witch.

By simply following the algorithm and guidance of the program, the mechanical witches had no need for learning or special training, naturally mastering this military god's ultimate skill that should have been difficult to enter.

Therefore, the mechanical witches often formed squads of eight or sixteen. They would complete their team formation in the ready room before entering the battlefield, and once the people were gathered, they would rush to the front.

The mechanical witches who sacrificed themselves on the battlefield would have their souls return to the ready room, and after activating a spare mechanical body, they would find others to form a team again, rushing back to the battlefield once a squad was complete.

This cycle repeated over and over.

Yeah, just like randomly matching teammates to play a group game.

Fight and die, die and fight again; being able to infinitely respawn is just that willful.

Moreover, the assistance from the Eight Trigrams Formation meant the witches no longer had the pressure of team formation, nor did they need to worry about teammates with poor skills; everyone had god-like coordination.

Even if some lower-grade witches had slightly weaker individual strength and quality, it didn't matter. After all, it was the "Eight Trigrams Formation Even a Fool Can Understand" intelligent program; the algorithm would adapt tasks based on the strength of each host, ensuring every witch could maximize her role within her own strength range.

In this way, the actual combat power of a standard Eight Trigrams Formation squad was far from the saying that eight ones plus one equals eight; their actual combat power was directly far greater than sixteen, and as the witches became more adapted to the Eight Trigrams Formation and their coordination proficiency grew, this combat power figure continued to soar.

Thus, the weakness of the mechanical witches' insufficient individual quality was supplemented to a certain extent.

They were difficult to contend with elite angels individually, but they could do it in a team.

Often, a squad of eight witches with a formed lineup could hold back an elite angel for a long time, and if they were unlucky enough to encounter an elite among the angel elites, there was no need to panic; the guidance from the Military God would automatically call for help, letting other respawned witch squads directly converge with you for support.

Two eight-person groups would directly merge into a sixteen-person group, and if that still wasn't enough, they could continue to call for people to form a thirty-two-person group or something.

Anyway, throughout the entire battlefield, an invisible hand commanded the mechanical witch army, always keeping them on the right path, doing the right things, and completing the most exquisite coordination with the least amount of force.

This was micro-management, the art of near-limit battlefield micro-management.

Of course, the mechanical witches were great at micro-management, but the command of the angel legion was not bad either.

Similarly, the will of a Military God coordinated the angels, with holy apocalyptic spiritual light connecting them all, and various powerful legion buffs constantly being applied to the angels, making them, who were already powerful, even more so.

At the same time, military orders were issued in an orderly manner, and under that skilled scheduling, the entire legion turned into a single entity, exerting its already superior strength to the extreme.

Even if the mechanical witches were fearless of death, attempting to use suicide self-destruct attacks to reduce the angels' numbers as much as possible, the orderly scheduling from the Apocalyptic Military God reduced this possibility to a minimum.

Often, many mechanical witches were cleared from the screen by AOE attacks from unknown sources while still on their way to a suicide charge.

Although the prophecy of fate was useless against the enemy commander, it was accurate for other witches. The movement trajectories of the witches were transparent in the eyes of the angel legion, and the angels' holy light artillery could often predict the enemy's movement route in advance, then strike with a single shot.

This was absolute firepower suppression, a dignified and righteous crushing.

Hmm, at this moment, the first battle of the two Mana Web Military Gods in the past seemed to have been replicated; this moment was just like that moment.

It was just that the side that once tried to crush the opponent with the Dream Fleet had learned the opponent's micro-management, while the side that once used the art of micro-management to resist the opponent's crushing strength had learned the opponent's firepower suppression.

What a two-way rush; it is truly gratifying, truly gratifying.

"Good for you, Sophie Liya, you've changed. You weren't this kind of person before."

Mid-air, Dorothy, having painstakingly organized a surprise attack squad, saw it suppressed by the enemy's firepower again and destroyed halfway. This made the Home Witch grit her teeth and protest to the pure white angel opposite her.

She had truly used everything she had learned in her life, but she could still only barely resist the suppression of the angel legion opposite her; she had enough to protect herself, but not enough to attack.

Although the mechanical army did not fear casualties, spare units were not infinite, and continuing to consume them like this was not a solution.

"Hehe, Young Lady, I'm not stupid. Fighting against you doesn't allow for underestimating the enemy."

Sophie Liya opposite her rolled her eyes in response to her Young Lady.

Although she had always liked to use lower-level units to overcome the strong with the weak in the past, that was only to train her tactical command ability.

Training matches and actual combat were two different concepts. In actual combat, who would be idle enough to tie their own hands and feet? Of course, one would configure everything to the max, preferably taking out the opponent in one wave of concentrated fire with zero casualties on one's own side.

Moreover, she had suffered too much from underestimating the enemy when it came to the Young Lady; how could she dare to underestimate the enemy now? She only hated that her firepower wasn't fierce enough, actually leaving the Young Lady with the energy to fight back.

"Tsk, I still underestimated these mechanical creations in the past. I didn't expect them to be so troublesome in a war of attrition once technology reached a certain level."

Looking at the endless, ever-growing mechanical army under the Young Lady, the pure white angel was also self-reflecting.

Although the technological level of the Glorious Divine Kingdom in the past was not low, Sophie Liya had never really put much effort into the technological level; the technology of the Divine Kingdom had actually only been developed by Noah in recent years.

Sophie Liya had always discriminated against technology. After all, in this Western Universe, mechanical technology had always been considered a minor path with no future for development; it was an external force that only the weak would develop when forced. How could it be as perfect as the path of magic that could return great power to oneself?

The highest level of mechanical technology in the Western Universe was just some goblin and gnome civilizations. These races were just lackluster bronze races, not even silver races, and their threat was truly limited.

Therefore, with the sunny path of the angel legion to walk, the pure white angel was naturally too lazy to pay attention to the useless mechanical single-plank bridge.

However, now her angel legion was actually blocked by this pile of junk machines from the Young Lady. This really refreshed her worldview and gave her a brand new understanding of the power of machines.

Perhaps it wasn't that mechanical power was bad, but that the mechanical civilizations in the Western Universe in the past were all too lackluster. If this power were developed in the hands of someone like the Young Lady, it might have the potential to become a new natural disaster.

Sophie Liya felt that she might also need to study this special type of unit in depth after she went back this time.

On the other side, the Home Witch, who had been retorted by her roommate, was also angry and ashamed.

Damn it, if there hadn't been insufficient development time, she wouldn't have failed to produce a big killer like the Witch Battleship. Moreover, the only war fortress, the Longshan, had just killed a Mountain-Carrying Dragon Turtle with one shot not long ago and was still recharging, unable to be used again in a short time.

Otherwise, how could she let this little angel be so rampant? When it came to firepower suppression, her Multi-Turret Sect had never feared anyone.

But never mind. Although it was unlikely to win this match relying on this group of junk machines, the mechanical army at least helped her hold back the angel legion, which gave her the opportunity to have a King-to-King duel with Sophie Liya.

To capture the bandits, first capture the king. As long as she could directly behead Sophie Liya, the commander, the remaining angel legion would naturally be nothing to worry about.

Thinking of this, the Home Witch silently carried the Whale-Slaying Halberd on her left hand on her shoulder. Subsequently, countless metal dragon scales pierced through her skin, growing out densely, and finally formed a dragon scale battle robe on her body surface.

Giant Dragon Magic Armor activated.

Ever since she completed the full-body magic armor transformation, this was the first time she had entered a full combat state.

At this moment, with horns on her head and a tail behind her, the thoroughly dragon-humanized Dorothy looked coldly at Sophie Liya opposite her with her now crimson dragon pupils.

She silently stretched out her right hand, then grasped the left dragon horn on her head, and finally pulled hard.

With a crack, the dragon horn was broken off by her own hand, but the broken dragon horn looked like a natural sword hilt. Subsequently, a sharp magic energy light blade extended from the broken end.

After skillfully performing a sword flourish, Dorothy carried the Fangtian Huaji in one hand and pointed her sword at Sophie Liya with the other. She was ready to test how much her roommate had grown in these five hundred years.

Seeing this, the pure white angel also fearlessly raised the holy fire greatsword in her hand in response.

At this moment, neither of them spoke, nor was there any need to speak...

In the next instant, the figures of the two had already disappeared from the spot at the same time, followed by the continuous sound of weapon collisions. The aftermath of the two wrestling turned into ripples, and the terrifying shockwave radiated everywhere, forcing the mechanical witches and the angel legion, who were originally in a fierce battle, to stop and each begin to resist the impact under the aftermath of the big shots' power.

"Damn, where is this the kind of movement students should have? Two perverts."

"Indeed, the gap between people is sometimes really bigger than the gap between people and dogs."

It was unknown who sighed first, but it immediately resonated with everyone. At this moment, whether it was the witch students or the young angels participating in the trial opposite, they all felt a bit bored.

It was supposed to be everyone's group trial, how did it almost turn into a duel between these two?

Inexplicably, everyone had a sense of sadness that they were only fit to be cannon fodder background characters.

So boring.

On the other side, Dorothy and Sophie Liya were also gradually getting truly fired up.

"Damn it, taught by the same master, is it really okay that I can't break the move?"

Seeing that both sides had probed each other for hundreds of moves but failed to find the other's flaws, Dorothy was very helpless.

Both of their combat techniques were taught by Yufiliya. In terms of talent and realm, she was a step ahead of Sophie Liya.

After all, the Home Witch was already in the Martial God realm, while the pure white angel was only at the peak of the Martial Saint realm.

But the power of fate is a cheat. Sophie Liya hung the "Sword God" fate on herself at the start, forcibly raising her combat realm by one level. Under the blessing of that fate, her swordsmanship soared, and she actually withstood Dorothy's pressure.

And in the casual exchange of moves, the two were shocked to find that they were truly of one mind; their ideas for moves were almost identical. It could only be said that they were worthy of being taught by the same master; the two actually produced a mirror effect.

"Can't drag this out anymore, a protracted war is disadvantageous to me. Dragon Demon Super Solution, open."

Seeing that probing was ineffective, Dorothy was too lazy to continue. She was currently in a mortal body; how could she outlast the true angel body opposite her? So she directly opened her ultimate move.

Immediately, violent magic power surged out from her body. The originally colorless magic power now even carried a trace of scarlet. Her hair was blown by this erupting magic power like a Super Saiyan, which also made the Home Witch's temperament suddenly appear a bit crazy and wild.

This is her self-created combat technique. Sophie Liya, if you have the ability, learn it.

... Home Witch opening ultimate move...