The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Dense fire rain descended like meteors from the sky, speeding towards the front line of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's ranks!

"What is that?!" Kuchal couldn't react in time. Just as he let out a scream, the burning fire rain had already landed near him.

A burning rocket shell quickly exploded, sending dozens of armored dragon soldiers flying like struck balls, as the huge shockwave ravaged through the ranks, almost knocking him off his feet!

Before Kuchal could comprehend the situation, a dense series of explosions erupted like rapid drumbeats behind him, accompanied by incessant flashes of fire and burning metal rain!

These were rocket shells designed by the "I Reckon" Group, with a very simple structure. The front combat section was filled with picric acid explosives, and the rear propulsion section was ordinary single-base smokeless gunpowder. Apart from the fuse being a ceramic piece engraved with Netherworld Language, nearly everything used was chemically synthesized.

The technical content of this thing was extremely low, and the mass production cost was far below that of Fine Steel Level magic scrolls needing a professional to craft by hand, yet its destructive power was not inferior to the latter!

In certain situations, it could even surpass them!

As for the only drawback, it was probably its lack of accuracy. The players who invented this thing could only ensure it was launched, not where it would land.

However, in the face of a sufficient quantity, this minor drawback became insignificant.

After all, the cost of producing a single "I Reckon Big Rocket" was not even ten thousand joss paper!

"Boom boom boom—!"

Whistling rocket shells fell one after another, with explosions continuing endlessly!

Faced with the bombardment of the Demon King Army, the original orderly formation of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom's troops instantly shattered, like ants scattered by flood, chaotic in the thick smoke and flames!

In the face of the fiery shrapnel flying around, the vine armor worn by the armored dragon soldiers was completely ineffective, even accelerating their demise.

"Aaaah—!"

"Damn it! My armor's on fire!"

"Help—"

Miserable cries rang out intermittently, quickly drowned in the continuous roar like ice crystals swiftly melting under the noonday sun.

To enhance the defense of their armor, the vine-armored suits had been imbued with the strength of sigils by priests of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom and repeatedly soaked and boiled in animal oils and blood.

Though this enhanced their defensive power to some degree, it also weakened their resistance to fire.

Thus, when faced with the descending flames, these armored dragon soldiers caught fire with the slightest touch, instantly transforming into blazing fireballs!

They rolled on the ground, ran wildly through the woods, trying to call their companions for help... but all in vain. Their struggles were of no avail, rather accelerating their demise!

The air was filled with a pungent scorched smell, black smoke obscuring vision, as flames surrounded them!

Kuchal was filled with anger and fear, hurriedly retreating to evade, but ultimately was knocked over by one of the explosive shockwaves, despite the overwhelming roar.

Struggling to stand, he looked around at the scorched corpses and apocalyptic scenery, momentarily speechless.

In just a few heartbeats, his proud armored dragon army had been reduced to fragments by this terrifying fire rain.

He swallowed hard, his claws trembling.

This place—

Is simply Hell!

Octo stood firmly on the back of the dragon turtle, overlooking the burning forest before him and the dying lizardmen in purgatory, his cold, vertical pupils devoid of any emotion.

"...Do you now understand who the ants are?"

Kuchal grasped the obsidian short sword, suppressing the fear within, his voice hoarse as he roared, "Reform ranks! Charge forward! Kill him!"

Those beside him were just the vanguard!

Even if all these armored dragon soldiers died, it wouldn't matter; there are countless warriors in the armored dragon clan!

Want the Dragon God's people to bow to a dead man's feet?

Dream on!

Hearing the general's order, the remaining armored dragon soldiers forcibly overcame their fear, once again forming ranks and charging, letting out a thunderous roar.

However, just as they made their first steps forward, the sky once again echoed with a piercing scream, followed by another round of fire rain!

The roaring flames, like dragon roars echoing through the forest, once again scattered the gathered armored dragon soldiers amidst the ravaging shrapnel!

Octo still stood on the shell of the deceased dragon turtle, unscathed, like a death god overlooking the purgatory ahead.

The armored dragon army that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom was so proud of appeared laughable and fragile before this overwhelming force.

Kuchal's vision began to blur, his eyes of pride and anger wholly replaced by fear, gradually turning into despair.

Trakel was right.

These guys are indeed hard to deal with!

Not only him, but including the Holy King, everyone... they all underestimated the terror of these outsiders, and underestimated the world beyond the Great Barrier.

How ridiculous that he hadn't even seen the "monster that walks on land without feet or wheels" that Trakel spoke of.

If this continues, forget about the twenty thousand behind him, even two hundred thousand, or even two million... it would probably be a complete rout!

"Retreat! Quick, retreat!" Kuchal issued the order in disarray, but at this moment, it was already too late.