Chapter 1017 Katang Transformation Technique

"what is that?!"

Countless eyes were attracted by the giant airship that cut through the clouds. Usually, in imagination, the largest creature flying in the sky is a giant dragon.

But no matter how exaggerated the dragon's size is, even if the legendary dragon Minas Nir stands like a black mountain, it still can't compare with the terror that appears above its head.

The giant airship with a length of three hundred meters cut through the clouds with its bottom cabin, overlooking the entire battlefield like a god coming to the world, while the dark gun barrels standing on both sides were silently aimed at Druzi below.

"Be careful to avoid!" The roar of the fear lord is usually the best way to inspire Druchi to fight. The children of noble families are crueler and darker than any elves. They rarely have fear in their hearts. If there is fear, how can it be used? Fear drives slaves.

But this time, the fear lord's tone was trembling. Druchi was still continuing the same tactics that had not changed for thousands of years, believing that a cruel heart and bloodthirsty will were enough to defeat anyone.

Even though great efforts have been made in recent decades to catch up with the advancement of Asur technology, it now seems that the improvement of the Reaper ballista is like a joke.

Malkin's Thunder opened the cabin, and the well-made cannonballs hung on the mechanical arms shone with strange colors.

In order to live up to the name of Molkin, the effort Bloxson spent on the airship is nothing short of miraculous. Not only does the hull meet the high specifications, but the accompanying ammunition is also of the best quality.

Delayed fuses are a very responsible technology. Although the explosives developed by dwarves are very powerful, they always explode in weird ways and lose a lot of their effects.

Bloxon didn't have the technology to break through the fuse, but if there was any problem, he could solve it by thinking about magic that dwarves didn't understand for a while.

The light that shimmered on the bomb shell was the technology he had obtained from Priest Juan.

Dozens of bombs that looked like rocks fell slowly to the ground under the influence of gravity. From a distance, they seemed not to be very fast, but the sharp whistling sounds that broke through the air showed that this was not the case.

Agrim, who was fighting, slurped his mouth and spat out the Druchi blood he was shouting. He looked up at the airship in the sky and felt extremely unhappy.

"Damn mustache, he always gets in the way when we're having a good time."

The Kaderin Oath Warrior, who wore the blood of Druchi as his new cloak, was hanging a slave master's head on his waist. After hearing the king's complaints, his muscular face made a ferocious smile.

"Only cowards will be afraid of their own cannonballs. The son of Kaderin can take advantage of the aftermath of the bombing of Morkin's Thunder to kill all Druzi!"

From a normal general's point of view, he would definitely reject the request of the Oath Warrior, but Agrim looked back and found a pair of eyes full of passion. They were eager to fight and wanted to use death to wash away their crimes in front of the white dwarf. This will win you the opportunity to enter the ancestral hall.

The Butcher has never been a group of people who understand the truth, and the same is true for the Butcher King...

When Dagor's Ax was raised, all the butchers roared together.

"Grimnir is watching the son of Kaderin. In the name of the vengeful ancestor, let us end our hatred with White-skinned Pointed Ears!"

"The ancestors are on top!"

So under everyone's surprised but understanding eyes, Agrim led the butcher to follow the trajectory of the falling cannonballs, using songs and battle axes to pay respect to the ancestors.

The first round of explosions came one after another, knocking the Druchi people off their feet for a moment. These specially prepared weapons were favored by Morkin. The dwarves used their unique thinking spirit to bring the fuse to the ground without affecting the fuse runes. Words of revenge were engraved all over the shells.

With the blessing of hatred, the effect of the bomb was extremely outstanding. The fast-moving cold lizard knight was able to forcibly reverse the killing desire of the mentally retarded mount, relying on the elf's natural keen eyesight to determine the impact point of the bomb and escape towards a safe area.

But the slower infantry has become a line-filler in the real sense. With just one round of bombing, the ferocious legion that Hagrid Grave was so proud of suffered heavy losses.

Broken limbs and debris littered Druchi's homeland. The Nagaryths were once still a habitable land to raise their ancestors, and now it's time to recover their debts.

The second round of bombing is about to begin. After the cabin is closed, the highly skilled engineers operate the semi-automatic system as quickly as possible, allowing the little cuties in the shell storage room to slide to the predetermined location, twisting the gears to allow the robotic arm to successfully obtain power, and provide Get ready for Malkin's second roar.

Druchi's reaction was very quick. After the destruction of Krakalond, it was difficult to cultivate qualified black dragons.

In order to make up for the "little shortcomings" in air power compared to Assur, Morath spared no effort to send trainers deep into the Chaos Wasteland in the north to tame the manticore with magic and whips.

General Malus, who was deeply trusted by the Witch King, naturally received a lot of air force support. Initially, in order to prevent the dwarves from hiding the dragons aided by Caledor, these bloodthirsty and terrifying beasts were arranged in the rear.

But now that the time is ripe...or in other words, he is at a deep disadvantage, and Malus can no longer wait any longer.

The tyrant, who relied on his mobility to throw off the white dwarf, grabbed a sorceress's hair. Regardless of the pain and enjoyment of this important member of Grond, he ordered in a cold voice, "Use Katang Transformation."

Katang Transfiguration, an advanced beast-type magic that allows the user to transform into a familiar type of beast.

Legend has it that Katou, who created this magic, had maintained his beast form for so long that he had forgotten how to change back.

And Malus obviously didn't want the sorceress to turn into an eternal beast like Katang. He had five manticores in his hand, and there were eight beast-type sorceresses accompanying the army.

Even if the thirteen bloodthirsty beasts can't shoot down the airship above their heads, if they can hang on for a while and allow the viable forces to retreat, it's considered a victory.

As for the outcome of these sorceresses from Grond, Malus is not concerned at all. His hatred for Moras is by no means less than that of the Witch King.

The sorceress held Malus's wrist, and the spiked Tyrant Armor pierced the defeated skin. The familiar touch made her feel secretly happy.

But believing in Slaanesh does not mean that you are a lunatic seeking death.

"You have no right to order us. The Grond sorceress will only take orders from the Witch Queen."

"Really..." Malus muttered in a low voice, and then without hesitation, he pierced the sorceress's throat with the Kane Dimensional Sword. A purple halo flickered from the sword and connected to the tyrant's body.

This plaything that Moras loved so much must have become the new toy of the great demon Zakhan, used to soothe the demon's wounded soul one after another. (End of chapter)