Chapter Seventy-Two: The Scorching Flames That Sweep All Before Them

Sweeping aside all obstacles, unstoppable. Beastmen are mortals; how could they withstand the scorching flames of the transcendent-class giant fire elemental? Wherever the fire blazed, beastmen turned to ash. In the path of the Scion of Flame, countless beastmen fled in terror, none daring to stand in its way.

In mere seconds, the beastmen’s left flank collapsed on the spot, panic quickly spreading toward the central army. The shift was immediately noticed by Mog, the beastmen’s grand warlord at the center, who swiftly issued orders. Two beastmen warlords, both over level forty, along with a centaur warlord, led an elite guard to gather and set out. Among them were five ogres, each more than three meters tall, formidable elite monsters tamed by the Beast King’s division, all over level forty.

Beastmen lacked mastery of magic and had no means to repel the giant fire elemental; they could only rely on their bodies to resist. So many elites coordinated their assault, and indeed, managed to halt the advance of the giant fire elemental.

Under the warlords’ command, countless arrows and javelins rained upon the Scion of Flame. Though most melted in the intense heat, it was clear the Scion’s health was steadily dropping. Metal javelins, propelled by immense force, struck with great impact—when they pierced the Scion’s body, they destabilized its form. Occasionally, a javelin would strike its core, erupting in a tremendous surge of damage, reaching several thousand in a single blow.

With powerful beastmen and centaurs holding back the Scion of Flame, and the punitive squad ruthlessly slaughtering the fleeing beastmen, the grand warlord’s thunderous roars continually inspired his troops. The once-routed left flank astonishingly stabilized.

Witnessing this, Chu Cheng’s gaze flickered; without hesitation, he pressed forward, forcefully pushing through the crowd. Leading the charge, he broke into the newly stabilized beastmen’s lines, pausing not a moment, aiming straight for the elite guard that had joined the fray.

The elite guard, seeing Chu Cheng rush in, swung their blades without hesitation.

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These were level 20 elite monsters, their attack power around 150. With talents absorbing hits and additional defense, the damage was reduced to mere scratches—insignificant compared to Chu Cheng’s current health of 1890. He absorbed the full brunt of their attacks, reflecting a total of 1000 true damage in a single round.

This time, the reflected damage targeted the four ogres resisting the Scion of Flame, as well as the other beastmen and centaur bosses.

The sudden onslaught left the bosses bewildered, but facing the furious Scion of Flame, they had no time to seek the hidden assailant. Within seconds, chaos erupted among them—people and mounts thrown into disarray. The towering Scion of Flame brought down its massive fist, a savage shockwave of fire exploding outward, sending a group of bosses flying; half ignited in midair, falling lifeless to the ground.

Those left, gravely wounded, tried to escape, but it was already too late. Even if the Scion of Flame didn’t target them specifically, Chu Cheng would not let them go. Wave after wave of true damage locked onto them, leaving most behind before they could push past their subordinates and flee.

Unfortunately, the most resilient beastmen and centaur warlords managed to escape, leaving the task unfinished. Yet it mattered little; with no one left to intercept, the Scion of Flame resumed its sweeping advance.

This time, no bosses stood in its way. The beastmen’s left flank was utterly routed, unstoppable despite the punitive squad’s desperate efforts.

“Well done!”
“Full army charge!”

The human right wing commander was overjoyed; decisive as ever, he ordered his forces to press forward, driving the routed beastmen toward their central camp, intending to use the fleeing army to break through the beastmen’s main encampment.

Boom!

The Scion of Flame summoned a blazing inferno and flung it into the midst of the beastmen, detonating a fiery ring that obliterated those within. With a casual sweep, torrents of fire spread, transforming the land into a sea of flames.

Wherever the Scion of Flame passed, the earth became an inferno, the lingering flames lasting nearly a minute after it moved on. Its path left such devastation that even the human army dared not cross, carving out vast empty spaces on the battlefield.

A transcendent fire elemental, if unchecked on the battlefield, is an absolute weapon of destruction—ordinary soldiers stand no chance, no matter their numbers; defeat is inevitable.

As expected, under Chu Cheng’s watchful gaze, the Scion of Flame—Eberhir—unleashed its full power, turning the entire right wing of the battlefield into a sea of fire. Its terrifying form became a nightmare haunting the minds of the fleeing beastmen.

Soon, the routed troops crashed into the beastmen’s central army. The grand warlord Mog, commanding from the camp, demonstrated his military acumen, swiftly ordering arrows and javelins to be fired at the fleeing troops, hoping to halt their charge.

Faced with attacks from both sides, the routed troops feared the Scion of Flame more and surged toward the main camp. There was no escape to the flanks; the human commanders, all graduates of war academies and skilled tacticians, had already deployed two squads to intercept on either side.

Rather than returning in retreat, the routed beastmen were swept forward, forced to crash into their own central camp. When army morale collapses, only a handful of soldiers are needed to control hundreds of times their number among the routed.

Though it seems unreasonable, such situations are common. In Chu Cheng’s previous life, during the war, after the Japanese army seized Nanjing, just six soldiers were able to escort over two thousand city police to the riverbank for execution. No one resisted, their courage shattered, each hoping someone else would act first.

The result...

Chaos in the beastmen’s main camp quickly spread, especially at the front lines. On the front, beastmen warriors, bolstered by the presence of two grand chieftains and their elite forces, fought fiercely. The two transcendent-grade grand chieftains, with their formidable personal power, had ripped open the human defenses, leading their elites straight toward the human commander’s banner.

With the grand chieftains on the field, morale soared; the human central camp was in turmoil, the beastmen eager to rout the enemy once and for all.

But at that precise moment, their own left wing collapsed, and the routed army crashed into their camp. Worse yet, most of their elite troops had been sent away, leaving too few to stabilize the line, and signs of collapse appeared in the central camp.

Meanwhile, the beastmen and centaur grand chieftains had already breached deep into the human central camp and could see the human supreme commander, Elro, beneath the command banner.

The centaur grand chieftain, Brandon, let out a mighty shout, activating his charge skill. An invisible aura burst forth, a red flash on every ally, their speed suddenly accelerating as they crashed through the human soldiers, charging straight toward the human commander.

At that moment, General Elro, clad in exquisite armor, smiled faintly. He drew his command sword with a flourish, and the dozen warriors at his side raised their large shields, forming a solid barrier before him.

Simultaneously, several human mages in robes stepped forward behind Elro, each producing a scroll and activating it in unison.