Ashen Dragon

"Hahaha! My chainsaw sword is already thirsty!"

"Bring it on!"

The Dragon Scale Cultivators wielding blast rifles and brandishing chainsaw swords charged toward Saint Michael City one after another.

As products of the Empire's gene modification technology, their charging style differed from ordinary soldiers. Others ran on two legs; they launched themselves from "Flying Cannons."

Some Dragon Scale Cultivators grabbed onto the claws of Bipedal Wyverns and let go as they neared Saint Michael City, calculating their position to drop directly.

Just crashing into the crowd could cause hundreds of casualties, smashing the flesh and blood of the Thrace soldiers into pulp and scattering them everywhere.

"Boom!"

The Steel Torrent descended from the sky, landing on the city walls with a thunderous crash, turning a dozen Thrace soldiers into mere cushions.

"Hahaha! The day starts beautifully with a jump onto the enemy ship!"

This guy was fully immersed in his role-playing, forgetting his identity as the president of the Mechanical God Cult, becoming an all-out war maniac.

"What a beast!"

"Quick, kill him!"

"Damnation! An Evil Dragon Minion! How is he here?"

The surrounding Thrace soldiers, despite being terrified, gathered around and fired with their antiquated double-barreled shotguns that had been outdated by the Empire for several years.

"Bang! Bang!"

The scorching lead bullets hit the exoskeleton armor of the Steel Torrent, effortlessly deflecting them without leaving the slightest mark.

"You dare fight back?"

The Steel Torrent raised an eyebrow, lifting the blast rifle and aiming its cannon-like barrel at the group of Thrace soldiers.

"Bang!"

A burst of fire erupted from the barrel as the bullet shattered into fragments before hitting the target, creating a metal storm that tore the panicked Thrace soldiers to shreds.

"Bang! Bang!"

Several loud roars followed as the Steel Torrent fired several more shots around, sending flesh flying and shredding everything nearby into pieces with a fan-shaped spray of fire.

"Amanata, monster! It's simply a monster!"

"Do not approach it!"

"By the Sun God, how could such a thing exist that even bullets can't harm it!"

In front of their comrades' fragmented corpses, the Thrace soldiers finally lost all their courage, turning pale, trembling, and retreating impulsively, instinctively wanting to distance themselves from the monster in front of them.

"Tsk, tsk, that's the feeling I want." The Steel Torrent blew away the gunpowder smoke from the gun barrel, then drew the chainsaw sword, grinning fiercely, "Since you dare not come up, I'll come for you myself!"

Steel Torrent leaped forward, jumping directly into the chaotic crowd.

"God!"

"He's coming!"

Faced with the Dragon Scale Cultivator's attack, the Thrace soldiers were like frightened sheep, panic-stricken and at a loss.

"Huaah!"

The Steel Torrent charged overwhelmingly, delivering a punch that made a Thrace soldier's head explode like a watermelon, with red and white spilling all over the ground.

Then, grabbing another soldier by the neck, he hurled him off the towering city wall.

"No, no, help—"

The soldier let out a terrified wail, but within seconds, a heavy thud came from the ground, and the soldier was lifeless.

The surrounding soldiers fled in terror, shoving each other amid constant wailing and crying.

Some Thrace soldiers, seeing the situation clearly, attempted a desperate counterattack, swinging swords at the Dragon Scale Cultivator's back and shouting through gritted teeth, "Kill him! Fight to the death! If we don't take him down, none of us will survive!"

"Yes, let's all attack together; I refuse to believe this guy has no weakness!"

In an instant, several military knives and longswords swung toward the Steel Torrent's back, targeting critical areas such as the neck and head.

"Good, now for my unparalleled moment on the battlefield!" The Steel Torrent laughed heartily, suddenly turning around as the chainsaw sword in hand spun at high speed, slicing backward fiercely.

"Screeeech—"

The sound of limbs being torn apart echoed through the city walls, sending chills down spines.

The chainsaw sword shredded the attacking Thrace soldiers like tearing apart pieces of damp cloth, cutting them in half as blood sprayed from the cuts, splattering onto the Steel Torrent's face.

"So satisfying!" Bathed in blood, the Steel Torrent charged into the crowd like a god-chosen Baal, slashing recklessly.

"Buzz—"

Yet another slash cut diagonally, the high-speed spinning chainsaw sliced through flesh and bone, removing the shoulder and most of the upper body of a Thrace soldier, causing various internal organs to gush out.

This was the ultimate violent aesthetics of the Dragon Scale Cultivators, instilling raw, primal fear into these mortal soldiers.

"Monster!"

"Amanata..."

At this moment, the Imperial soldiers had no thought of resistance left, only instinctive panic.

"Bang!"

Another thunderous gunshot roared as the blast rifle spewed fire, causing the Thrace soldiers in front to fall to the ground in swathes, silent.

With the soldiers nearby slaughtered, the Steel Torrent turned its head, eyes glowing, toward another group of soldiers.

"What is he going to do?"

"No way."

The soldiers cornered stood trembling in place, for they had witnessed firsthand this monster's brutal massacre.

"Boom!!"

A dark shadow swept across the air, as the Steel Torrent laughed heartily, "Come, who dares battle me!"