Chapter 90: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Bug Race

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

Now, these Bug Race units disguised as mythic creatures began their efficient slaughter.

They neither breathed nor spat fire, only charged in the most direct and violent way.

A flying dragon swept past the cavalry ranks, its membranous wing edges like giant scythes cutting down, and the cavalry on both sides fell like wheat.

Cavalry struck by their bodies turned into minced flesh.

They were completely unable to counter these monsters; even the gale kicked up by their flight could overturn them.

The cavalry army was like a pure white canvas, and the Talen flying dragons were brushes.

Red lines kept appearing on this canvas, the blood-red paths left behind by the flying dragons' impacts.

"Retreat! Retreat!!!"

After Larry died, his Deputy, a Wildman of high prestige, roared loudly.

But the command could no longer be conveyed.

The formation of a million cavalrymen was completely thrown into disorder; the front ranks wanted to stop, the rear ranks kept charging forward, and the flanks tried to turn.

The entire formation collided with itself, crushing and trampling each other.

Yet they simply could not discover that the flying dragons were consciously driving them.

They flanked from both sides, driving the collapsing cavalry toward one direction.

East, a naturally formed bowl-shaped valley, where there was only a narrow entrance.

The remaining elites, led by the Deputy, saw through their intention.

They wanted to organize a counterattack, wanted to reform their ranks.

But a Talen flying dragon locked onto them.

It accelerated, its membranous wings fully folded, its body like a thrown spear.

These elites raised their Power Spears, their Ice Beasts charging at full speed, attempting to challenge this mythic creature.

"Ah!!!" They let courage return through loud shouting.

But before absolute power, everything they did seemed pale and powerless.

This Warrior King Bug had no idea what these humans were shouting; it simply charged at them.

The wind howled, spears snapped, and these elites vanished into the wind and snow.

The elite regiment died in battle, and the last order collapsed.

Over nine hundred thousand cavalrymen were driven by the flying dragons, rushing into that valley.

Valley Entrance.

After the last batch of cavalry squeezed in, a huge figure descended from the sky, hovering in the center of the valley.

Lena.

A six-meter-tall body, under the effect of the Thousand-Change Armor, presented a blue-green tone similar to the flying dragons.

But she was more perfect!

The carapace texture simulated dragon scales, the bone blade shapes resembled dragon claws, and when the membranous wings were folded, they formed a dignified cloak-like structure behind her shoulders.

Wind and snow swirled around her, like protection granted by a god.

She looked into the valley.

The densely packed cavalry also looked at her.

Fear spread in the silence; someone saw Lena's appearance and thought of the myth passed down through generations in that tribe.

The ancient ruler of the Ice Plains, the Frost Dragon.

Lena's head opened, and her brain began to beat violently.

But under the cover of wind and snow, no one could see this blasphemous organ.

Afterwards, a purple psychic blizzard swept across the valley.

Purple snow quickly filled the valley; everything it touched began to fall into eternal freezing.

The cavalrymen didn't even have time to shriek.

Purple frost condensed on the surface of their skin, then spread inward.

Flesh and bone froze under the psychic erosion, completely losing vitality.

Over nine hundred thousand people, all dead within ten seconds.

Only countless statues covered in purple frost remained in the valley, holding the postures of their final moments in life.

Their expressions were lifelike, engraved with despair and fear.

Lena took one last look at her masterpiece; soon, large numbers of Tearing Worm swarms would come to recycle them.

Afterwards she turned, flapped her wings, and rushed toward the sky.

Canyon Battlefield.

The second wave of cavalry charges had already lasted twenty minutes.

The PDF's defensive line contracted to a core circle with a diameter of less than three hundred meters, and fewer than eight thousand soldiers could still fight.

Ammunition was buried in transport vehicles under the snow, and reserves were running out.

The remaining soldiers could only use bayonets and Engineer Shovels to engage in melee with the cavalry.

Lin En stood at the very front of the defensive line, the decomposition force field of his power sword dimming slightly.

He stood atop a mountain of corpses piled from cavalry, covered head to toe in blood.

Gus's voice came through the headset, filled with despair:

"Adult, the third wave of cavalry has begun their charge, at least two hundred thousand, we really……"

His words cut off abruptly.

Because everyone heard a voice.

A dragon roar.

Coming from the north, violent and dignified, penetrating the wind and snow, drowning out all the clamor of the battlefield.

Both parties paused at the same time.

The cavalry turned back in terror, while the PDF soldiers looked up blankly.

Then they saw a blue-green giant shadow tear open the cloud layer and dive downward.

She swept over the battlefield, the hurricane raised by her membrane wings making it impossible to stand.

She hovered at the center of the battlefield for a second.

She looked at Lin En.

Lin En also looked at her.

No words or actions, just a glance.

But in that second, Lin En felt many things.

Worry and…… longing.

He let out a barely perceptible sigh, longing swirling in eyes unseen by anyone.

After one look, Lin En raised his power sword high.

Lena once again summoned the purple blizzard.

The psychic storm swept across the third wave of cavalry that had not had time to retreat.

The cavalry directly hit were instantly decomposed, while those at the edge were thrown by the shockwave, their bones and organs shattering inside their bodies.

This storm annihilated nearly one hundred and eighty thousand Ice March Beast Cavalry in an instant.

The remaining cavalry collapsed; they turned their beasts' heads and fled toward the depths of the Ice Plains at all costs, even discarding their weapons.

Lena did not pursue; she hovered in the air, surveying the battlefield.

Every soldier swept by her compound eyes felt a trembling born of instinct.

It was the natural fear of lowly creatures facing a top-tier predator.

But she did not attack the Vanguard Army.

She looked at Lin En one last time, flapped her wings, soared into the sky, and disappeared among layers of dark clouds.

The battlefield fell into silence.

A few seconds later, a soldier spoke trembling: "That, that was the Frost Dragon? From the myths……"

"Shut up," an officer hissed in a low voice, but his own hand was shaking.

Everyone looked at Lin En.

The Governor still stood in place, his power sword planted in the ground, gazing in the direction Lena had disappeared.

Snowflakes fell on his shoulder armor, soon accumulating into a thin layer.

"Count the casualties," he finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

He thought for a moment, then added:

"Today's events are to be listed as top secret."

Without permission, no one is to discuss it, or spread rumors."

The soldiers saluted and began carrying out the order.

Lin En turned and walked toward a half-destroyed Chimera.

He pulled open the door; Dou Dou lay inside, already awake, looking at him expectantly.

"Big Boss……" Ogryn grinned foolishly, his face pale, "Did we win?"

"We won," Lin En nodded, "You did very well."

He closed the door, leaned his back against the vehicle body, and let out a long breath.

In the headset, Gus asked cautiously: "Governor Sir, just now, was it her?"

Lin En looked at the Northern Sky, where dark clouds had already gathered again.

"Mm," he replied softly.

He closed the communication and pulled out that Miniature Shredder Worm from the tool bag at his waist.

The little creature curled up in his palm, its compound eyes glowing with a faint light.

"Thank you," he said in a voice only he could hear.

The Shredder Worm rubbed against his finger.

In the distance, soldiers were carrying the corpses of their comrades and recovering weapons that could still be used.

Snow began to fall again, and soon it would bury the bloodstains and remains.

But some things cannot be buried.

Such as the newfound fervor and Soul Faith in the soldiers' eyes.