Chapter： 187 Get Lost
"Get lost!"
The female red dragon had no interest in Roger and responded bluntly.
Roger didn't seem to mind the rough response. He shamelessly flapped his dragon wings and slowly approached the female red dragon.
"Why are you so angry? Although you're not interested in me now, I believe that once you get to know me better, you'll inevitably fall for me."
"Other than Lord Brian, I haven't seen a True Dragon more outstanding than myself!"
Roger had an inexplicable confidence, boasting shamelessly while also praising Brian.
".............." Brian was speechless.
After all, Roger was telling the truth, and it was hard to refute him.
The female red dragon spat out flames impatiently, "If you come any closer, don't blame me for being rude!"
Roger laughed heartily, extending his dragon claws to show off his strong muscles and bright red scales. He raised his dragon head confidently and said, "Feel free to be rude to me; I won't mind."
When red dragons fight, their breath attacks don't easily harm each other, and other methods are similarly ineffective.
Roger was slightly larger than the female red dragon and was clearly stronger. He didn't care about her threats and even seemed more excited as he quickly moved closer.
The female red dragon, annoyed, spewed a burst of fiery dragon's breath, engulfing Roger in flames.
But it didn't stop his persistent approach.
The female red dragon turned to the black and green dragons and shouted, "You two, help me beat him up!"
Her tone was commanding.
The black and green dragons shook their heads and sneered, "Alissa, this is a matter between you red dragons. Don't drag us into it; we don't want to get burned."
Roger laughed heartily, extending his head to nuzzle the female red dragon, saying, "Beautiful red dragon lady, just agree to be with me."
The female red dragon named Alissa, fed up, turned away to avoid physical contact with Roger. But Roger shamelessly pursued her, offering various conditions in hopes that she would agree to be his mate.
At his current age, he was eager for a mate. Having found a red dragon he fancied, he was relentless.
Brian, watching this scene, shook his head slightly, unable to bear the sight of his follower's antics. He turned his attention back to the battlefield below.
As time passed, the Golden Alliance Army, at the cost of some casualties, once again approached the Ironstone Line.
Boom...
The ancient, heavy iron gates embedded in the Ironstone Line opened.
The Emo army surged out like a tide, meeting the Golden Alliance Army.
Most striking were the towering magical constructs, several feet high, made from various materials, interspersed among the Emo soldiers.
Constructs.
Iron constructs, clay constructs, marble constructs... These constructs, resembling giant robots, immediately drew everyone's attention.
Regardless of the material, all the constructs bore the marks of time—rust, stains, cracks, and other flaws.
But even so, these constructs still exuded a strong sense of oppression.
"They must be constructs left from the peak period of the Emo Kingdom..." Brian thought.
In the current Noah Continent, the method to create constructs had been lost.
At least among the duchies of the Golden Alliance Army, none possessed constructs.
The constructs he saw were at least 800 years old.
A total of over a thousand constructs moved with heavy steps, advancing towards the Golden Alliance Army with thunderous footsteps.
The distance between the two sides had now entered the attack range of mid-level spellcasters.
Amidst the deafening footsteps, the deep chanting of spellcasting was clear and precise. Large-scale elemental energy began to stir, and the elemental glow was dazzling and bright.
The high-level spellcasters on both sides had yet to appear, but the spells cast by the numerous low and mid-level spellcasters already overshadowed the evening sky, creating a colorful and extremely dangerous spectacle.
Soon, a large number of spells were cast.
Chain Lightning.
Frost Arrows.
Chaos Curse.
Mind Tremor.
Acid Splash.
Fire Impact.
...
Spells of different attributes and schools were cast by the spellcasters on both sides, each with a bright elemental glow, targeting the opposing army.
The conspicuous constructs bore the brunt of the spells.
Surprisingly, they had high resistance to spells. Although their bodies were marked with scorch or frost, they remained standing, their eyes glowing coldly as they continued to move.
Only a few constructs, having endured massive damage in a short time, were destroyed, turning into piles of immobile material fragments.
The vanguard construct army charged into the Golden Alliance Army.
Under the assault of these powerful and numerous constructs, the knights of the Golden Alliance Army were thrown into disarray.
The originally unified golden tide was split into many streams, as if encountering numerous reefs.
Following the constructs, the Emo army also clashed with the Golden Alliance Army.
The constructs varied in height from six to fifteen meters.
The largest construct was a rock construct, covered in moss, resembling a silent mountain giant. It lifted its pillar-like leg and stomped the ground, causing the earth to crack. All Golden Alliance soldiers within a dozen meters were thrown into the air, only to be finished off by the Emo soldiers.
On the walls of the Ironstone Line, large crossbows continued to fire, threatening the spellcasters and strong warriors of the Golden Alliance Army. Many Emo spellcasters, using the walls as cover, unleashed deadly spells on the Golden Alliance Army.
The griffin knights of the Golden Alliance, with their strong mobility, charged back and forth, invincible against ordinary soldiers. However, they were powerless against the constructs, which had both defense and strength.
The constructs used spell-like abilities, conjuring giant spears or stones matching their material, and accurately striking down any griffin knights daring to approach.
Among the army, only mid-level extraordinary warriors could contend with the constructs.
High-level warriors could shatter constructs, but they were too few to restrain the enemy in a short time.
"A kingdom with a thousand-year heritage, though decayed and corrupt, still has some impressive foundations."
Brian's eyes flickered as he closely observed the battlefield, feeling like he was watching a grand movie.
For a moment, due to the powerful combat strength of the constructs and the reliance on the Ironstone Line, the smaller Emo army had the upper hand.
But that was all.
Because a high-level spellcaster from the Golden Alliance Army could no longer hold back and decided to take action.
