Chapter 691: Joint Manufacturing Plant
Several powerful Troll Generals charged forward without hesitation.
They radiated dark red battle aura, thrusting spears and swinging scimitars, trying to block the rampaging Jifan.
Facing the incoming spears, Jifan swung his chain-toothed greatsword to meet them.
Bang!
Crack!
Accompanied by a burst of dazzling sparks—
The steel spear was forcibly cleaved in half by the massive, heavy chain-toothed greatsword.
The rapidly spinning blade, under the terrified gaze of the Troll Generals, slashed toward their chests.
The dark red battle aura armor was obliterated by the terrifying cutting force, instantly torn open with a gaping hole.
Their gray-black armor was ripped apart, flesh and blood inside torn open alive.
Blood mist sprayed!
Two tall Troll Generals collapsed to the ground, howling in agony from the massive wounds on their chests.
The slowly writhing flesh didn't regenerate as quickly as before.
A special destructive force clung to their wounds.
Just one strike, and two high-tier trolls were defeated!
An excited Jifan bashed away an incoming scimitar with his shield, charging forward without pause, slashing at another Troll General.
The Troll General, seeing his companions' misery, instinctively dodged sideways, not daring to block the buzzing chain-toothed greatsword.
Just as they prepared to ambush Jifan from behind, another violent tremor shook the ground.
The spreading shockwave knocked them off balance.
The other Thunder Warriors had arrived on the battlefield!
Jifan paid no attention to the rear assault and charged ahead without hesitation.
The Troll Chieftain was retreating under the protection of several tall elite Troll Brutes.
The remaining eight or nine Troll Generals immediately launched attacks at the charging Jifan.
As the solidified battle aura appeared on them, the thunder surrounding Jifan tore through the air, crackling forward.
Thunder Hammer!
Violent thunder surged outward.
The surging, leaping lightning struck the advancing Troll Generals.
The highly penetrating thunder pierced their battle aura armor and paralyzed their movements.
While charging, Jifan smashed two Troll Generals away with his shield.
His chain-toothed greatsword, under his sharp gaze,
Cleanly decapitated one Troll General.
A geyser of blood sprayed seven or eight meters high.
The head, unable to even scream, rolled pitifully to the ground.
Jifan, charging at full speed, bypassed the paralyzed Troll Generals—only three stood in his way now.
A brute elite wielding a spiked mace roared furiously, muscles bulging under the pressure of Jifan's violent momentum.
Bang!
The giant spiked mace hammered against Jifan's black-gold shield.
The massive counterforce forced the brute elite to stumble back three steps.
The enchanted refined-steel shield, except for some scratched paint, suffered no damage.
Jifan, his momentum stalled, didn't wait for the three Troll Generals to encircle him and immediately activated the propulsion system.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The flame-spewing flight pack instantly launched Jifan into the air, dodging the incoming attacks.
Two spinning poison arrows and short spears flew in from behind.
They struck Jifan hard, only to be blocked by the flickering magical barrier, falling powerlessly to the ground.
Jifan adjusted his descent trajectory in midair.
He locked onto the fleeing Troll Chieftain and dove down with a roar.
Sensing danger, the Troll Chieftain radiated surging magical energy.
It raised a pitch-black staff and chanted as it aimed at the descending Jifan.
Dark red destructive waves formed a twisted terrifying head, lunging toward Jifan.
8th-circle quasi-legendary spell—Voodoo Curse!
"Ding, high-threat spell detected, activating magic defense protocol."
Jifan, hearing the combat assist system's alert, saw his stored thunder energy and elemental reserves fully activate.
They formed a massive thunder element shield in front of the Thunder Magic Armor.
Boom!
Electricity burst everywhere!
The thunder element shield was torn open by the terrifying quasi-legendary spell.
The dimmed Voodoo Curse struck the Thunder Magic Armor glowing with magical light.
"Ding, spell attack value: 275!"
"Defense compromised 35%, damage reduced by 63%, impact imminent!"
Jifan clearly felt the energy of the Voodoo Curse crash into his body.
A strange power instantly enveloped his mind.
Chaotic roars and howls tried to twist his consciousness and thoughts.
Yet the imagined intense pain never came.
Jifan instinctively took a deep breath, enduring the stinging chaos in his head while adjusting his dive path toward the ground.
Shockwave—Activated!
The final stored shockwave was released. The Troll Chieftain, who was preparing another spell, was interrupted by the overwhelming force.
The burly and heavy Troll Brute wasn't affected by the shockwave.
He swung his warhammer at the charging Jifan.
Boom!
The iron hammer smashed a pit into the ground but didn't touch Jifan.
Changing his previous head-on strategy, Jifan agilely twisted his body and swung the chain-toothed greatsword at the brute's sturdy knee.
Shiiing!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The hard, thick bones were mostly cut through. The brute, trying to exert force again, collapsed in panic.
It only screamed in agony after Jifan had already passed.
Jifan hadn't trained in other combat techniques; he focused solely on reinforcing his Dragon Warrior core feats and skills.
With the Thunder Magic Armor, his Strength, Agility, and Constitution all reached the 25-point transcendent limit.
He spent nearly all his spare time learning and training to master the Thunder Magic Armor's control.
His mastery over the armor's weapons and equipment had reached a very high level.
Because of this dedication, Matthew recognized him and appointed him Commander of the Dragon Warriors.
Jifan's use of the Thunder Magic Armor gave him not only excellent charge capabilities, but overwhelming agility compared to the clumsy brutes.
To prevent the brutes from quickly regenerating—
Jifan deliberately targeted their joints, like knees, while bypassing them.
The Bay Territory's enemy records noted the Troll Brutes' clear weakness.
Their bone and joint recovery was only half as fast as other injuries.
After taking down four Troll Brutes, Jifan raised his dark-gold shield high, ignoring his dizzy, aching head, and charged ferociously toward the Troll Chieftain.
The Thunder Magic Armor's defense was outstanding, and Dragon Warriors' vitality and regeneration were extraordinary.
The Troll Chieftain wasn't a legendary spellcaster—even with a few more high-tier spells, it couldn't kill him.
That was Jifan's simple combat principle.
Exchange wounds for wounds. Trade blood for lives.
"Higher defense, thicker blood—that's how I kill you!"
Charging Jifan showed no fear. The flickering electricity behind him marked the explosive arrival of more Thunder Warriors.
To the Troll Chieftain, it looked like a wave of steel monsters descending from the sky in relentless pursuit.
The Troll Chieftain gritted his teeth, grabbed the bone whistle hanging around his neck, and blew hard.
"Screeeeech...!"
A piercing, shrill sound echoed from the sky.
A massive dark red figure, full of bloodlust and fierce wind, soared over the Troll Chieftain's head.
Its dark red membranous wings and coiled serpentine body filled the charging Jifan with a sense of immense pressure.
The beast, over 20 meters long, was one of the Bloodrage Troll Tribe's strongest guardians—the Legendary Wind Serpent: Redrock!
Jifan frowned instinctively as he saw the Troll Chieftain entangled by the Wind Serpent's tail, unable to continue attacking.
"The Bloodrage Trolls have a monster like this?"
Jifan immediately scanned and recorded data on the massive Wind Serpent, then retreated, using the huge bodies of the Troll Brutes to shield himself from the Legendary Wind Serpent's potential attacks.
The Thunder Warriors had a clear mission—crush the command center of the Troll army.
Killing the Troll Chieftain was ideal, but driving him off and eliminating the other Troll commanders would achieve the same outcome.
Though not perfect, the mission was essentially complete.
Jifan wouldn't cause unnecessary trouble that could lead to greater losses.
Noticing the Legendary Wind Serpent flying away, Jifan vented his fury on the elite Troll Brutes.
Though powerful, the Brute Elites could hardly track Jifan's movements and attacks.
Jifan only needed to lock down two of them, hacking at their wounds repeatedly to hold off all four ferocious monsters.
Of course, that was his approach before acquiring the chain-toothed greatsword.
Now armed with a weapon that combined the monomolecular slicing of the Catachan Demon, annihilation force, durability, and a regenerative cutting field—
Against ordinary hard materials, it could slice cleanly in one swing.
No matter the thickness, no matter the weight!
Even with magical protection and stronger materials, and reinforced with solidified battle aura—
The hundreds or thousands of self-repairing cutting fields could repeat the slicing effect continuously.
In tens of thousands of cuts, the enemy's protective strength in the targeted area would be almost instantly shredded.
Whether protective material, vitality, magic shield, or armor—all would break due to inadequate replenishment.
This precise destructive power was why the Bay Territory approved the chain-toothed greatsword.
Naturally, upgrades and iterations for the chain-toothed greatsword were a complex and urgent matter.
Jifan swiftly hacked off the legs of these fierce Brutes.
Once dismembered, the Trolls' regeneration would slow dramatically.
Jifan hoped these Brute Trolls would be wiped out by the Bay Territory's forces before they had a chance to escape.
Other Thunder Warriors had already taken out the Troll Generals and rapidly converged on his position.
Jifan did a headcount, confirmed no one was hindered, cleared the area of threats, and before nearby Troll Warriors could approach, pulled out a portable teleportation device.
With a flash of teleportation light, the Thunder Warriors who had dismantled the Troll command layer vanished from the battlefield.
The charging Troll Warriors stared blankly at the corpses before them, then shouted in fear:
"The generals are all dead!"
"What about the Chieftain? He's gone too!"
"Should we keep attacking?"
"Attack what? You wanna die like those orcs?"
"We can't get past the cannons. The firepower is too strong..."
"They just exploded—can't even regenerate."
"Run for it..."
"Run! Quick! What if they come back?!"
"..."
The sudden strike caused unprecedented damage to the Troll army.
Not all Trolls were willing participants in this high-fatality war.
Most were coerced or bribed into fighting—it wasn't voluntary.
Now, seeing no hope of victory and facing imminent death, thoughts of retreat naturally took hold.
Conveniently, the Troll Chieftain and most of the generals were eliminated in the sudden attack.
With no more pressure from leadership, and the few remaining generals lacking authority and power—
The Troll army, once poised to charge, silently disbanded under the cannon barrage.
Seeing their retreat, the Wyvern Riders watching from the sky were a bit stunned.
They had no idea that among the three targeted locations, they'd hit the most valuable and rewarding one.
In the command center—
The returning Thunder Warriors brought news of the raid's success.
The commanders combined their intel with reports from the Wyvern Riders.
Rather than pull back the frontline troops, they ordered them to keep pressing forward.
In just over ten minutes, the advancing cannon formations, supported by the Wyvern Riders above, wiped out the Troll army's forward structure.
The resulting chaos and fear rippled to the rear.
With hundreds of thousands of Trolls scattered, they retreated in panic.
Scout teams monitoring them were dispatched to the frontlines to ensure they couldn't regroup or counterattack soon.