Warlord: King of All Clans

Each steam tank is crammed with seven or eight dog-headed tank soldiers, running around in the narrow cabin and controlling various mechanisms.

The narrow cabin where humans can hardly move is filled with switches and valves in a mess. Only the ogre tank soldiers who participated in the research and development throughout the process know their purpose.

From time to time, a rapid stream of steam spurted out from a gap, scalding the ogre tank soldiers and making them scream.

The backs of the three steam tanks were filled with Kobold Riflemen, and behind them was a dense group of people.

Led by the invincible war beast, the morale of the Gnoll Musketeers was high. They stood on the steam tanks, waving the dog-head life-saving flags in their hands, and were not afraid of the surging blood slave army.

"Woof woof woof! Kobold! Charge, charge, charge!"

Three steam tanks crushed the dry and hard ground on the flat land outside the city and approached the enemy with a large group of kobold musketeers.

Behind them, the Boar Knights also urged their armored war pigs to keep up with the team.

As the two sides approached a hundred meters away, the tank observer riding on the barrel of the steam tank violently hit the barrel with a large wrench in his hand, "Woof woof woof! Prepare to fire, bang bang!"

The gunner inside pricked up his ears and when he heard the noise outside, he quickly picked up a cylindrical iron barrel of explosives and stuffed it into the gun barrel.

"Choke! Choke! The cannons are coming!"

"Kobolds are smart! Kobolds are powerful! Kobolds have Explosions, Kobolds are invincible!"

A few seconds later, the short and thick main gun made a "pop" sound, as if the cork of a wine bottle was pulled open with force.

This thirty-pound iron grenade was thrown high into the air and disintegrated in mid-air, turning into more than a dozen small bombs that exploded in front of the blood slave army.

Cluster explosion!

Attack range: zero to one hundred meters!

Killing range is zero to fifty meters!

The main gun of the steam tank is short and thick. It is not actually a cannon, but a modified "explosive launcher".

By compressing steam, it is able to throw large grenades over a distance of hundreds of meters.

It's not that this steam tank cannot be equipped with artillery, but every time it fires, the chance of the steam tank disintegrating will increase by 10%.

The blood mages hiding in the blood slave army were all dumbfounded when they saw this group of crazy kobolds and the strange kobold creatures.

The blood slave army relies on human wave tactics, which is enough to exhaust the extraordinary warriors to death, but how to deal with such a steel behemoth?

Even if the blood slaves gnaw on it for a year, they still can’t chew through the steel plate of the steam tank!

The steam tank's main gun fired only two shots before it collided with the blood slave army.

At the first encounter, more than a dozen blood slaves who rushed over were crushed into meat paste by the tracks of the steam tank.

Seeing the ferocious blood slaves rushing towards them, the Kobold Musketeers realized that they were fighting a war.

They fled in panic, playing hide-and-seek around the steam tanks and blood slaves, and subconsciously killing the enemy with the shotguns in their hands.

"Boar Knights, charge!"

At this time, the Boar Knights behind crossed the steam tank and began to engage the enemy.

These one-horned boars, which were raised by the gnolls into little rhinos, are also defenseless against blood slaves when they are dressed in bronze armor.

The rhino-like horn and tusks like elephant tusks, when thrown around by the pig's head, turn into a horrible meat grinder.

Regardless of whether the blood slaves had armor or not, they were all hit with their intestines torn and bleeding, and some were even thrown seven or eight meters high into the air, falling down with screams.

The hog rider above doesn't need to do anything. He just needs to lie on the pig's back and watch his mount kill the enemy.

Only when they are alone and surrounded by enemies will the Kobold Knight throw a few bombs to help his boar companions blow a gap and escape.

Amid the explosions, the blood mages secretly cast spells, trying to control these hateful kobolds.

But then they discovered that there were no blood marks on the dog-headed man's body!

This is the biggest flaw of blood magic. It can easily control other people's bodies by activating the blood mark of the human body.

But if there is no blood mark on the target, it will take a long time to cast the spell and mark a blood mark first.

Unable to control the enemy's body, the power of blood magic was reduced by 70%. It could only condense the power of blood to kill the enemy like conventional elemental spells.

The blood slave army was intercepted by the Gnoll Legion, giving the River Bend Legion time to land and form a battle array.

The riflemen of Hewan began to form loose lines and shoot at the blood slaves.

The rapidly rotating pointed bullets could easily penetrate the bodies of blood slaves and pierce through several people in succession.

The blood slave who was hit by the bullet had a blood hole as big as his eye socket pierced through his body. His movements quickly became weak, and then he slowly fell down.

Blood slaves are not undead after all. Although they ignore pain and are not afraid of death, they will also become tired, exhausted, and bleed to death.

In the camp of the blood slave army, the Blood Bishop watched the battlefield from afar and couldn't help feeling anxious.

The Blood Moon Sect Leader had more important things to do, so he gave him the mission of siege Tiamous.

But the Blood Moon Sect Master had always had a bad temper, and this high-ranking Blood Bishop began to worry about what would happen to him if his mission failed.

Seeing that the battle situation was going badly, the Blood Bishop gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of dragon blood from his arms and swallowed it, then began to condense the power of blood, preparing to release a big move.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded beside him, "I found you."

The Blood Bishop was suddenly shocked, and the blood power condensed in his hands quickly turned into a shield, covering his entire body.

But it was too late, a fist as big as a casserole appeared in the corner of his eye.

Godwin, the ninth-level knight, secretly touched the side of the Blood Bishop.

With just one punch, he broke the magic shield of the seventh-level blood bishop and smashed his brain.

While the battle of Tiamas was raging, a terrible ceremony was being held in Olenike, which had become a dead city.

Tens of thousands of corpses were piled up in an orderly manner in the city square. Five high-level blood bishops stood on the periphery of the huge corpse group. Invisible blood magic emanated from their bodies, connecting them together.

Blood tumors began to grow on the bodies of tens of thousands of corpses, swelling and bursting like flowers and fruits, looking extremely horrifying and disgusting.

These constantly refined blood flowers exude extremely rich blood power, which feeds back to the five blood bishops who form the magic circle.

But they did not keep the power for themselves. Instead, they poured it into the Blood Moon Sect Leader Flamel.

At the highest point of the Duke's Castle, Locke and Fabuti looked down at the vampire magic circle from afar.

Even though he had been exposed to the bloody and strange blood magic since he was a child and had made great progress in practicing blood magic, Locke couldn't help but feel a little nervous and said to Count Fabuti: "Father, is this the result you want?"

"Use our Kurolov family's thousand-year-old foundation to help Flamel become a saint?"

From this angle, Locke could only see Fabti's side face covered with blood tumors, and his hunched but exceptionally strong back.

Hearing his son's words, Fabuti turned around suddenly, his eyes cold, "Are you questioning me?"

Locke mustered up his courage and loudly retorted, "Father, is this world yours? Or is it the world of the Blood Moon Cult?"

"How dare you!" Fabuti was furious, his eyes red, "To dominate the world has been the goal of my ancestors in the Kurolov family. Now I am only one step away, and even you want to stop me?"

As he said this, he suddenly raised his thick and deformed arm and punched Locke.

This attack was made with all his strength, and the strong wind it brought made Locke shudder. He retreated with all his strength, but was unable to escape.

On Locke's body, the scarlet blood power and the dark blue void power surged at the same time, and then collapsed at the same time.

Locke's body was knocked back more than ten meters, his back hit the wall hard, and he vomited blood.

Looking at Fabuti with a chill in his heart, Locke shouted, "You are crazy, you are completely crazy!"

Even when Fabti was at his furious, Locke never thought that his father would actually attack him, and kill him.

At this moment, a bolt of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky. A huge lightning bolt as thick as a human arm fell from the sky and instantly defeated the blood formation of ten thousand people maintained by the Blood Bishop.

A sturdy old man with a white beard, leaning on a two-handed staff that looked like a dead vine, appeared in the city square of Olenik.

"Flamel! Come out and die!"

Fabuti didn't bother to continue teaching his son. He stared at the city with a weird smile on his face. "Here it comes. The fun is about to begin."