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Chapter 1110 - Chapter 1110 Chapter 340 The Fierce Combat Power of the

Chapter 1110: Chapter 340: The Fierce Combat Power of the Trickster Mage _3 Chapter 1110: Chapter 340: The Fierce Combat Power of the Trickster Mage _3 “…”

Dragon’s Might had an overwhelming deterrent effect on low-rank card masters and ordinary people.

The dragon’s roar filled the city, and the residents were so terrified that they trembled.

People already lacked a sense of belonging to the Orlan Royal Court, and they certainly didn’t want to die for the king.

Their first reaction was, of course, to run away.

What Machinery City did not lack were mechanical vehicles; almost at the first sign of battle, motorcycles, armored cars, troop carriers… countless vehicles with steam boilers chugged away, scattering into the wilderness.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of people, as if anticipating this day, swarmed to escape the city.

Seeing this scene, the people of the Orlan Royal Court in the city were also caught off guard.

Originally, with the numerical advantage of the city’s population, it wouldn’t have been difficult for them to clear out the enemy, who numbered less than two hundred.

But they had never anticipated that the city residents would show no sign of resistance and would simply flee?

It wasn’t just the residents; the city guard troops, who were still in fierce battle with the Vanguard Team, also instantly broke ranks upon witnessing this scene and unhesitatingly headed for a break out of the city.

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This spectacle was just as astonishing to the people of the Southern Continent.

With hundreds of thousands of residents in the city, the two hundred members of the Ninth Legion had been prepared for a deadly fight.

But unexpectedly, these two hundred men made several hundred thousand people scatter?

However, this was not the victory they wanted.

Acting in advance meant that the battle objective wasn’t achieved.

The Sixth Tier Deputy Legion Commander was also puzzled, not understanding who the damn person was that had fired the signal flare for gathering!

But in the next moment, he realized that the signal flare was not misfired.

If it had been a normal day, these two hundred might have actually been able to take Starfall City, but the current situation was that the city contained a Titan Workshop of the Orlan Royal Court.

There was not only the visible security force but also masters.

The residents could run, but the masters of the Orlan Royal Court could not simply flee at the sight of the enemy.

Moreover, there were a lot of important personnel and equipment data that had not yet been transferred in time.

They assumed, since the enemy had already attacked here, they must have obtained some accurate intelligence.

So they didn’t dare to delay at all and had to eliminate these enemies immediately.

It was when the reconnaissance team of a little over two hundred men gathered in the South City District following Leonard Churchill’s signal that they were totally unaware of the melodious singing that suddenly filled the air.

Was there a choir performing?

In the tense battlefield, this musical scene seemed particularly eerie.

Upon hearing this singing, the Sixth Tier Deputy Legion Commander also realized something was amiss and shouted, “Careful!”

Instinct made his hair stand on end, but he didn’t know where the danger was coming from.

“From the southeast, grab the person and bring them out!”

“Yes!”

A squad moved to surround the building from where the chorus was emanating.

Before they could get close, it was as if they could hear the announcer of a theatre proclaiming, “Pray, listen to my play, the performance to be enacted is… ‘The Lamenting Funeral March.'”

The reconnaissance team’s complexion changed upon hearing it, and they didn’t dare get closer; instead, whoosh, a dozen or so Curse Cards flew over.

The cards instantly turned into streams of crimson dragon’s breath, the extreme heat even twisting the Void, and in a blink, the steel building was melted into molten iron.

When the people of the Southern Continent saw this, they did not feel reassured; instead, their expressions changed in shock.

Because they saw within the building, there was a pale blue-green barrier, unharmed.

And within the barrier, an orchestra was performing.

Upon closer inspection, those nodding musicians were not human at all, but creaking puppets.

At that moment, a man in a tailcoat paid no heed to the attackers, continuing to conduct calmly, softly chanting, “Puppet Mystery * Blade Soldier Burial!”

The Puppet Orchestra’s faces all carried the same bizarre smile, and the rhythm of their instruments suddenly became lethal.

In a haze, dozens of people around seemed to watch as those musical notes solidified in the air, turning into spectral blade soldiers that began to chop at them with their swords.

The people from the Southern Continent felt an immense terror of impending death in an instant, their faces revealing horror as they attempted to block the blows.

However, the blade soldiers passed directly through their bodies, shattering their souls.

The expressions of the dozens who were close by froze on their faces, as they had already breathed their last.

The sound waves continued to spread rapidly like ripples, as people fell in unison as though they were being mowed down like wheat.

The Sixth Tier Deputy Legion Commander, realizing the situation was dire and retreating in haste, hadn’t completely escaped the range of the sound wave attack, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He looked at the man in the tailcoat commanding the puppet army with an expression of disbelief.

…

Atop a tall tower far from the battlefield.

Leonard Churchill watched the familiar scene unfold, a playful smirk on his lips, “This sound wave attack can ignore defenses, no matter how thick dragon scales are, they are utterly useless… it’s really a professional restraint.”

This person was none other than Domingo, one of the four knights under King Orlan, whom he had once met.

In the blink of an eye, Domingo controlled the puppet army and charged toward the few dozen surviving members of the Ninth Legion.

Though alone, he staged an exaggerated posture, as if one man surrounded and fought against dozens of others.

Killing people was as easy as slicing vegetables.

Leonard watched the scene, clicking his tongue in wonder, “An army of puppets, one man slaughtering a city, truly living up to the reputation.”

The profession of a ‘Puppeteer’ not only excels in fighting against many, but its individual combat power is extraordinary as well.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that Domingo was thoroughly clobbered by Barre Shepherd back in the day.

If an ordinary legend encountered him, they would most likely die.

Like the Sixth Tier Legion Commander before them.

Normally speaking, this guy could easily kill an ordinary Sixth Tier human card master by transforming into a Great Dragon, and might not even lose to a legend in a short fight.

But unluckily, he encountered this guy.

Defensive battle formations, charging battle formations, sound waves, poisons, mechanisms, control, spells… he knew them all.

A hundred puppets, over a thousand ways to fight.

There was always one method to counter the opponent.

What appeared to be a one-on-one fight made the Sixth Tier Legion Commander feel as if he were fighting against hundreds, as Domingo forced him into continuous retreat.

Leonard watched with relish, the last time the puppet army was easily dismantled by Barre Shepherd, he hadn’t seen the true power of the puppet army.

Now, seeing it in action, he realized just how astronomical its combat power was.

Without any exaggeration,

If anyone were to fight against Domingo alone, it would genuinely be like facing an entire army.

The puppets compounded their strengths and compensated for each other’s weaknesses, with control as unified as one.

It was simply invincible.

This made Leonard curious, “But speaking of which, what exactly is the secret skill to control over a hundred puppets simultaneously?”

The potential of a ‘Puppeteer’ is not limited to this.

Seeing the scene before him, he immediately thought of the time in the Imperial Mausoleum, when the one-armed undead spirit single-handedly stopped Prince Salo and his group.

If that individual were still alive, they’d possibly have the combat power to destroy a nation by themselves.

Hiss…

Indeed, of the fifty-two sequences, not a single one was simple.

…

After watching for a moment, Leonard didn’t linger.

He hadn’t forgotten that he was there to provide a distraction for the Song Family.

Taking advantage of the fact that Domingo was currently tied up here, Leonard thought it was time to check if Lew Williams had managed to withdraw successfully.

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