"Ahhh..."

  In the late afternoon, a mournful and desolate cry echoed from time to time in various corners of the misty mountains.

  A 12-meter-long giant Aetherdrake easily killed a Shadow Goddess cultist wearing tattered white robes under the command of its rider. The Aetherdrake's long tail wagged excitedly like a dog. Its massive head opened its huge lower jaw, revealing sharp serrated teeth like knives.

  Even without chewing, the female follower was swallowed whole, and a human shape could be clearly seen passing through its S-shaped "bull-dog" neck.

  The knight burst out laughing: "Weak! Too weak! The followers of the Phantom Goddess are only good at playing with illusions, and when it comes to real combat, they're not even as good as villagers."

  He noticed that the 'teammate' next to him didn't seem to care about him, and he wasn't annoyed either. In his opinion, these Anmu shadow thieves responsible for tracking were just a group of humanoid hunting dogs.

  The rider gazed at the Aetosaur with a dazed expression. It had a massive body, powerful hind limbs, clawed feet, and short but sturdy forelimbs with three toes. The tips of its toes were equipped with terrifying claws. Its head had bony ridges and protrusions, and its lower jaw was incredibly strong and powerful.

  "Beautiful! Too beautiful! Such a creature is truly the masterpiece of the Creator!"

  Anm Shadowglare gave the rider a hateful look, but ultimately didn't say anything. If he had a choice, he wouldn't have stayed by this stinky guy's side for another second, but thinking about not staying with these dinosaur riders and instead serving the 300-meter-away Man-Eating Demon Legion made Anm feel a wave of despair and pain.

  The giant physique of cannibals destined them not to be good at tracking and searching.

  Thinking of the former companions who had been led astray by the man-eating demons and died just because they were gluttonous, this Anmu Shadow Thief felt a burst of anger and resentment.

  If I had to choose between two devils to serve, I would have no choice but to choose the less terrible one.

  The only good news is that after breaching the Phantom Goddess's greatest sanctuary, their master, the great Murder God Xerik, seemed very pleased.

  For some reason, Shrek's mood turned worse again.

  According to a low-ranking priest, it seems that another one of the Twelve Apostles was killed by someone from the Phantom Goddess's side last night. The Twelve Apostles have now become the Ten Apostles.

  This put a stain on a great victory.

  This Anm thief suddenly felt a bit ridiculous, when did it become the turn of the Murder God Priest who was famous for murder to be murdered in return? The title of Dark Day and Lie King is crying!

  Suddenly, a strange sound came from the sky.

  In the distance, a large patch of dark clouds suddenly rose up, and upon looking up, one could see dense rows of steel arrowheads piercing through the air at high speed towards the dinosaur cavalry and the goblin army.

  The person being attacked did not react at all.

  "Damn it, another illusion!" Whether they were Riders or Amu's thieves, in the days of besieging the Phantom Sanctuary, they had seen too many.

  From sudden volcanic eruptions, to tornadoes, to tsunamis...... apart from a handful of illusions used to cover up traps that are actually lethal, most are just false alarms.

  This unit has become somewhat numb.

  At first, the team was quite frightened when they saw these vivid illusions. But after seeing more of them, it's just a matter of time. Those who were really killed can be called unlucky eggs.

  The weak attack power of the Phantom Goddess's followers made these phantasms mostly useless for intimidation.

  So when this rain of arrows came pouring down, hardly anyone had a reaction, not even the movement to hide. Those who hid in a flustered manner often became the laughing stock of everyone else.

  However, they immediately paid the price for their rashness.

  "Ahhh..."

  "Cheers! The real deal!"

  "My leg! My leg!"

  Sharp steel arrowheads easily pierced the weak leather armor of the shadow thieves and riders, bringing death to these careless people.

  Just a moment ago it was a pleasant and relaxing hunting game, but the next moment it became a hellish Shura field.

  Not just individuals, but even these subspecies of dinosaurs were severely impacted. The steel arrows shot down from the highest point in the sky with unparalleled kinetic energy, and even the thick skin of the Asian dragon could not withstand it. If the arrow's length had not been limited, I'm afraid many large Asian dragons would have suffered fatal injuries.

  Even so, at least a third of the light dragons in the team lost their combat effectiveness.

  The man-eating demon troops hundreds of meters away suffered another blow.

  Tracking arrow!

  This type of magic arrow can even bypass obstacles and hit enemies around corners!

  The ghouls who became numb in the linked illusion also paid the price for it. Their cost was even more severe, with over thirty adult ghouls dying from being hit by tracking arrows in their vital spots such as their eyes and throats at the same time.

  Arrow Rain with Tracking Arrows!

  If this army can't even tell apart the tricks of their old opponents, then they wouldn't have made it to today.

  "It's the Whirlwind Demon Archers! Concentrate! Everyone concentrate!" The team leader shouted.

  "Bastards! We all said we'd leave Mulan City for good, what are they doing chasing us out here?" All the Shrek followers were cursing this elite troop from Mulan City.

  The Whirlwind Arrows is an all-half-elf archer corps. To join this elite army, you must be at least a Bronze-tier mage archer. In fact, the original standard for formal members was at least Silver-tier. It's just that after years of fighting against the monstrous army of Xirik, they suffered too many casualties and lowered their entry standards.

  Even so, it did no harm to the reputation of the Wind Demon Archers.

  The only constraint on the Windrunner's Arrow team was their number, 120 archers were far too few for this massive monster army of Shrek.

  Three-wheel rapid shooting, more than 50 people and more than 20 dragonflies fell forever. But more Shirek followers began to gather under the leader's command, and this degree of loss was not a big deal for a team of over 2,000 people.

  Against sniper teams, dense defensive formations are always the most effective way to minimize losses.

  "Damn it!" On the mountain slope, Randall, the captain of the Wind Magic Swordsmen, cursed in a huff.

  Beside Randall, a mysterious figure shrouded in black robes reminded him, "Captain Randall, it's time to withdraw." Only the pointed ears exposed to the air revealed his half-elf identity.

  "Three more rounds! Taking out a few more hybrids wouldn't be bad either." Randall's eyes were redder than a rabbit's. Years of accumulated hatred made him reluctant to give up this ideal shooting platform in front of him.

  On the mountain waist, more than sixty meters away from the valley, there was also a layer of misty fog nearby to cover them. The target area just happened to have a clear view, and with no wind, harvesting heads was even more enjoyable than hunting.

  "Don't make me give you an order in the name of the Red Knights, Captain Ryndel." The voice was conciliatory, but there was no mistaking the unyielding tone.

  "Good!" Randal wasn't one to easily lose his head either, or else this agile team would have been annihilated hundreds of times already.

  A whistle sounded and the half-elf archers who were originally standing along the mountain waist quickly left in a fish-like formation.

  "This way, please. I have prepared special VIP seats for you to watch the game."

  Looking at the half-elf kid leading the way, Randall was a bit annoyed. They had suddenly received the lord's order in the morning, didn't even have lunch, and rushed over 100 kilometers to arrive, shooting three rounds of arrows before running away. Who could stand this bird-like behavior?

  If it weren't for this kid holding the Red Knight's token, Randall would have slapped him a few times even if he had listened to orders.

  Raven smiled as he glanced back at Randall, "Not enough to get by, huh? Don't worry, when the opportunity arises I'll let you in again. For now, please bear with it for half an hour."

  Randall didn't like Raven's mysterious face and didn't give him a good expression, humming as a response.

  Leiwen led the Crazy Wind Magic Arrow Team into a small S-shaped valley that was completely invisible from the outside and hid, gazing out at the distance.

  According to Leila's words, those guys are almost here.

  Three kilometers above the canyon, Duke Dusniel, clad in armor, was riding an 8-meter-long elderly white dragon at high speed.

  The White Dragon is called the weakest of the Five-Colored Evil Dragons for a reason.

  The White Dragon is the smallest and least intelligent of all dragonkind; most are little more than beasts, with a feral cunning but no great intelligence or wisdom. Their faces show their ferocity but also their simplicity, lacking the cleverness of other, greater dragons.

  To some extent, the White Dragon has become a synonym for low intelligence among dragonkind.

  Of course, this also made it easier for humans to domesticate them.

  The only problem is that adult White Dragons are only four meters long and can't be equipped with tall knights. Without a knight, these guys will go wild again.

  So Duke Dastanil, who had once been desperate, considered configuring a half-body man as his rider. However, considering the half-body's urinary nature, he gave up on it.

  All the way, Duke Dusniel took out Mo Leng's head more than once to take a look, and every time he looked at it, he was secretly pleased. When he first received this news, Duke Dusniel did not dare to believe it, until that mysterious messenger took out Mo Leng's head.

  Unfortunately, Mor'eln's soul has been taken away by some deity, otherwise, with this head, Duke Darsnir would have pleased his supreme god Bane.

  Of course, flaying a high priest of Cyric alive would earn Bane more favor. Duke Darsineil still remembered how he got this renowned White Dragon Knights from all over the world. It was when he perfectly completed Bane's oracle and Bane rewarded him.

  Without Bane, he remains a landless and minor baron to this day.

  He suddenly found his target, the giant body of the man-eating demon and the wyvern made it easy to distinguish from a kilometer away!

  Yes! That's the monster corps directly under Shrek in the intelligence report!

  "Haha! I really don't know who is so kind to gather all the enemies together for me!" Duke Dusniel exclaimed in surprise.

  As a dragon knight skilled in ground attacks, nothing is more annoying than an enemy that runs around everywhere. The best enemies are those that gather together but have no anti-air capabilities!

  The duke raised his long dragon spear high in the air and swung it around several times, and all the dragon knights understood.

  Dive bombing!

  Let's start!

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  Thank you for the reward from Xiaoxia, a book friend of Floating Life Like a Dream.