Chapter 668.5: We All Love Wars of Attrition!
Rumble!
The spreading blaze scorched the twisted monsters, the explosive force ripping them to pieces.
Smaller ones couldn't endure it at all, flying like scraps of cloth in the shockwave.
More fragile ones exploded outright, spraying blood and gore everywhere.
The devastating barrage stunned the monsters instantly.
Their past battles were all tooth vs. claw, bite vs. leg—all brawn, no brains.
But these long-range energy attacks? They couldn't react or dodge—they just got blasted to pieces.
The monsters being herded forward finally had room to move and began charging.
But the blazing shockwaves and carnage ahead made them instinctively freeze in place.
Yet the twisted monsters crowded from the rear, pushing the others forward.
Amidst their panicked roars, the second volley of magical shells came whistling in.
Rumble rumble!
The ferocious explosions were clearly visible even from over a thousand meters away.
The faint tremors underfoot signaled the soldiers to brace for incoming enemies.
As devastating as the magical artillery was, its 120-some cannons couldn't blanket every inch of the battlefield.
Nearly half of the twisted monsters slipped through the bombardment gaps.
With claws flailing and fangs bared, they had survived the deadliest phase—only to step into the gates of hell.
No less than three hundred enhanced dwarven cannons had already locked onto them.
Once the monsters charged within 800 meters, the steel cannons unleashed deafening roars!
Spinning shells, packed with force, slammed straight into the charging monsters.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The terrifying blasts tore them to shreds, blowing their bodies apart.
The blood-soaked earth was strewn with mangled corpses, an image of horror that gripped the soul.
Annie gritted her teeth, forcing herself to watch the carnage.
Many more battles lay ahead—neither the Silverleaf Family nor the Elves of Ail could avoid them.
Better to adapt now than pay in blood later.
Even under such overwhelming firepower, some twisted beasts still emerged from the gore-stained soil.
There were simply too many of them!
Seeing hundreds of twisted monsters bursting through the lines from every direction, Angela turned to Jifan without hesitation.
He immediately spun around and ignited the jetpack on his Thunder Magic Armor, shooting out with a "whoosh."
The large green dot symbolizing a wyvern knight streaked away from the Bay Territory lines toward the incoming tide.
Gatel inhaled sharply and charged forward with firm steps.
The figure beside him—Arnold—let out a hearty laugh.
This old warrior, once white-haired and bearded, now dashed forward at full speed, brandishing his massive ghost blade and shouting:
"We are wyvern knights!"
"We are the Bay Territory's strongest sword and shield!"
"We meet the enemy head-on!"
"We never tire, never surrender!"
"We are unstoppable, unbreakable, invincible!"
"Charge!!"
All the wyvern knights roared in unison, slamming into the twisted monsters.
The massive ghost blades struck first—one horizontal slash split five or six beasts in half.
Geysers of blood sprayed skyward, splashing onto the magical shields protecting the knights.
In Gatel's eyes, the twisted monsters moved much slower than he remembered.
It wasn't an illusion—his reflexes had drastically improved.
His now-superior agility let him choose the perfect angle of attack.
Each swing aimed to cleave multiple monsters at once.
Upon contact, the beasts fell one after another.
They were no match for the wyvern knights!
In strength, size, speed, defense, and offense—they were outclassed across the board!
The wyvern knights, advancing in formation, were like a massive net, trapping all the beasts and shredding them to bits.
In just over ten seconds—
Every twisted monster was cleared out.
The knights reached the very front of the artillery range, blocking the paths monsters had slipped through.
Any beast that charged forward became a corpse under their blades.
No matter the wave, the knights suffered no threat.
Like tireless machines, they kept hacking, cleaving enemy after enemy.
Watching their imposing figures, the adventurers building the walls couldn't hide their envy.
Wyvern knights were far too versatile—tough, powerful, and highly mobile.
They could be dispatched anywhere, against any foe.
Annie carefully recorded the data, recalling Matthew's words to her:
"Wyvern knights aren't invincible, but they're highly adaptable—capable of filling any role as needed."
"You can assign them the harshest combat tasks, as long as they're well supported."
"Against non-extraordinary foes, they can often dominate without taking a scratch."
"Of course, their stamina has limits."
"You'll need to calculate rotation schedules to ensure they recover fast enough to keep fighting."
"Even in their current unfinished form, they're the most reliable warriors you could ask for."
The ongoing battle perfectly matched Matthew's description.
The wyvern knights stood like an unbreakable wall, unfazed by wave after wave of monster assaults.
The twisted creatures couldn't even get close to Bay Territory's lines.
This stunned the Evil Shadow Spirits.
In their massive mechanical armor, the knights resembled metallic giants, effortlessly reaping twisted lives.
No matter how strong a beast—one slash.
No matter how agile—a slash still found them.
Feeling troubled, the Evil Shadow Spirits began observing the knights closely, hoping to find a weakness.
But the lesser beasts were too weak—even unable to trigger the knights' secondary attack modes.
At this rate, a pure war of attrition wouldn't end anytime soon.
Bay Territory's next move made the Evil Shadow Spirits even more cautious.
Dozens of trebuchets rolled forward, hurling barrels toward the artillery-struck zones.
When the barrels burst open, they spilled gray-brown viscous liquid.
Highly flammable Fire Oil—the Evil Shadow Spirits' bane!
Before they could react, the oil was ignited in massive swaths.
Blazing flames turned into red beasts, dozens of meters wide, devouring everything in their path.
As the monsters stalled before the fire wall—
Hundreds of cannons fell silent. The soldiers immediately began maintenance and upkeep.
The artillery officers checked every piece, replacing those with potential faults.
They also assessed the crew's mental states to ensure alertness.
In just two to three minutes—
The artillery would return to peak condition, ready to deliver another wave of devastation.
Through gaps in the flames, the Evil Shadow Spirits saw a maddening scene—
The wyvern knights who had just fought retreated, and a new wave took their place.
They swiftly finished off any still-breathing monsters.
Hundreds of goblin engineers arrived, using small loaders to pile up the corpses.
Right under the Evil Shadow Spirits' noses, the bodies vanished pile by pile.
Clearly, Bay Territory would maximize their use.
It was like the victors sweeping the battlefield—completely ignoring their enemy.
The Evil Shadow Spirits were livid.
When had they ever fought a battle like this?
Not only could they not touch the enemy—they were being harvested like spoils.
It felt like they had delivered benefits straight to Bay Territory's door.
Infuriated, the Evil Shadow Spirits gathered another wave of large beasts and re-strategized.
No matter what, they couldn't let Bay Territory have it this easy!
As the flames subsided, twisted plants and vines surged alongside more beasts.
The magic cannons, though powerful, could only destroy flesh—not tear through most of the plants' sturdy bodies.
Though dead, the plant corpses became cover for the living monsters.
With more cover, the artillery blasts lost effectiveness.
The beasts and plants would pay a much higher price—
But the battle line inched forward.
More importantly, Bay Territory could no longer harvest the battlefield.
But Bay Territory quickly adapted.
By turning the enemy's move against them!
The twisted monsters surged forward in a berserk advance.
Bay Territory's artillery range was deliberately adjusted and reduced.
The closer the twisted monsters got, the more intense the shelling pressure became.
The pressure on their advance grew heavier and heavier.
As the artillery range shrank, the density of firepower increased drastically!
Even with twisted plant corpses piling up nonstop—
The overlapping magical artillery blasts still annihilated the creatures using them as cover.
The battlefield became even more blood-soaked.
But it effectively halted the monsters' momentum.
And Bay Territory soon resorted to its old tricks.
Trebuchets hurled more barrels to the outer perimeter—thick, foul-smelling Fire Oil quickly covered dozens of meters.
The Evil Shadow Spirits tried to use large twisted plants to block the oil and create a breach in the flame defense.
Too bad—Evil Shadow Spirits had their tactics, but Bay Territory had its countermeasures.
Vast quantities of Fire Oil ignited, unleashing waves of blazing light and heat, devouring nearby twisted plants and monsters.
The trebuchets didn't stop firing, lobbing barrel after barrel to predesignated spots.
Some twisted monsters, driven back by the fire, carried the burning oil with them—setting blazes across their own ranks.
This only caused greater chaos!
The battlefield was once again encircled by a wall of fire.
Bay Territory now deployed large bulldozer golems, transporting both monster and plant corpses "back home."
Thanks to the Evil Shadow Spirits' generosity, they harvested four to five times more "spoils" than before.
Watching the roaring flames, the furious Evil Shadow Spirits suddenly fell silent.
Their meticulously arranged assault had been casually dismantled by Bay Territory—no wonder they were dejected.
But they would not give up.
Even though their twisted army had taken a beating—
They had only lost about 5% of their total force!
A vast reserve of combat power remained!
Keep advancing!
The Evil Shadow Spirits wanted to see—just how much war resource Bay Territory had in reserve, and whether they could endure such brutal attrition!
A war of attrition?
The Evil Shadow Spirits had never feared that!
"Tsk tsk tsk... Ten million Fate Points in an hour? Nearly 80,000 twisted beasts down—and they're still charging in like it's a party?"
Matthew, counting the gains, was grinning ear to ear.
He had just provided all sorts of "upgrade suggestions" for Bay Territory's inventions—burning through all his stored Fate Points.
Now the twisted beasts were volunteering themselves to help him replenish? Too damn comfortable.
In front of Matthew, wave after wave of bloody corpses dropped from the teleportation array.
They landed neatly in massive iron sorting crates, swiftly categorized by size, type, and body part.
Twisted corpses and twisted plants were separated and sent into different butchering lines.
Even the smallest meat chunks were promptly washed, sterilized, and purified.
Then they went through skinning, slicing, deboning, marrow extraction, freezing, and anatomical classification.
After that, they entered the staff's inspection range.
Quality was tested, and each part's effects and uses were cataloged.
Then, everything was stored in the proper warehouse and shipped to a rapid-processing center.
There, it was turned into magic food, magical materials, special items—sorted by type, quality, and purpose.
Finally, the products were sent to factories, becoming part of Bay Territory's manufactured goods.
Almost as soon as they were made, they were snatched up by waiting merchants and caravans.
Exchanged for gleaming gold coins and massive amounts of other resources.
The entire process was completed within three hours.
After deducting combat costs, soldier rewards, production bonuses, and trading discounts—
The overall profit still soared to 300%!!
Fast turnover, low inventory, high-margin profits—perfectly achieved!
"If this is how attrition wars go, Bay Territory can fight till the end of time!"