On the ground, beside the imitation of the ancient machinery, the Genfort dwarves and fortress commanders who controlled the ancient machinery watched as the huge black shadow fell to the ground surrounded by a storm—

They could see that the heavy, massive Storm Wyvern was trying to adjust its body in the air, but only one or two were able to adjust in time to fly again.

However, the already injured body soon ushered in the bombardment of weapons and artillery.

This time, these Storm Wyverns, which were able to resist the bombardment of weapons and artillery, were not able to completely block the impact.

The massive wounds that had been torn open on their bodies had apparently destroyed the spell-like structure of their bodies.

A low cheer rang out on the edge of the imitation ancient machine.

If you do not fire elemental bombs that are often two or three meters long, if you fire elemental bombs with a caliber of less than half a meter, the firing range of the weapons and artillery can reach more than 10 kilometers.

However, at the most distance, the destructive power of these elemental bombs will be weakened to the extent that even an eight-level furnace dwarf wearing heavy armor can block it.

Originally, this kind of powerful artillery could deal with the vast majority of enemies, whether it was the sea beasts that landed in the Deep Sea Empire, or the sons of some weaker giant kings in the Tower Kingdom, not to mention those tree sea tribes, even if they were many dragon beasts, they could be easily killed with heavy damage.

It's just that almost all of the tyrant's dragons have extremely powerful defensive capabilities.

Now, however, the situation has changed.

Even these Storm Wyverns, who were thought to possess the edge of the mountains and possessed the defensive capabilities comparable to the dwarves of the twelve-level furnace fort, were pierced through the defenses and shot down from the sky!

And more importantly, it can be mass-produced!

Great War Chief!

The mountains will turn to the advantage in the face of the tyrant's dragons!

All these enemies flying through the sky will be shot down!

Their corpses! It will be a trophy for the mountains! Become the material for the runecraft!

The dwarves cheered.

As the rune dwarves who manipulated and imitated the ancient machinery, they also adjusted the attack direction of this ancient machine cannon with enthusiastic excitement in the confidence that was regained after being suppressed.

Precise, sharp, and meticulous rune life force, it quickly locked onto another storm wyvern flying through the sky, trying to launch a counterattack.

......

The storm roared, and the beaked feather wyvern let out a shrill roar as it roared from the tightly closed, heavy cavities.

Rumble!

！

The huge body smashed to the ground in the storm.

Even though it was pierced by the terrifying destructive weapon, the body fell to the ground, and in the face of the crowds of dwarven soldiers, the pitch-black and huge body of the beak feather wyvern also stood majestically, and the hard scales all over the body showed an incomparably powerful defensive ability when facing the warhammer axe blades violently cracked and smashed by the dwarves.

Two pairs of feathered black wings flapped, their heads with huge beaks and mouths, raised in the wind, and a pair of vertical boys as scarlet as blood.

Winter! Winter!

The dwarf who tried to leap up and jump onto the back of the Beak Feather Wyvern was slammed into his body by the hard beak pushed by the storm and was slapped down.

Just as several of the dwarven soldiers tried to get up again, they were smashed into their bodies by the huge black wings that roared around the exploding wind shield.

Thirteen or fourteen meters long, a huge wingspan of nearly thirty meters, and the incomparably hard scales, even when the wings fell, burst open-

The wind element, which was filled with and embedded with life force, burst out.

The heavy blow even directly smashed the three dwarves holding the rune wind shield on top, and when the flesh, shield, armor fragments and blood were mixed together, the storm that erupted from under the giant wings blew them out of a puddle of unrecognizable mud with a huge force.

As they cheered and rejoiced at the destructive power of the ancient machinery, they remembered that these strangely shaped black-feathered wyverns were powerful monsters that could resist elemental bombs.

Their black scales, their terrifying wings, and the roaring and violent hurricane that make them fall to the ground with no less pressure than a long-range attack in the air, but even much greater.

The dwarven soldiers came in waves, only to be harvested and crushed by these powerful and terrifying black-feathered dragons in waves.

Whether it's an elemental blast or a rune wind shield, it's hard to resist the opponent's attack.

Only by attacking the huge wound in the opponent's torn and piercing body, which is constantly bleeding, can it bring effective wounds.

However, attacking this position would cause these black-feathered wyverns to fight back even more violently.

The huge beak that barely opened all the time would open after a while, and in a burst of breath, a roaring storm would instantly blast a large number of dwarves away—

Even if they were wearing heavy armor.

The dwarf officers, and even the commander of the fortress, rushed out at this moment, trying to kill the downed enemy faster.

But—

At this moment, the dwarves Huo Ran saw that after a high-pitched and rapid whistling sound in the sky, among the downed behemoths, several black-feathered flying dragons with huge wounds on their bodies fluttered their wings and rose into the air.

And those black-feathered wyverns who failed to take off, whose wings were seriously injured and could not fly, instantly stared at the position with the most dwarves around them, or......

The location where the ancient machinery was deployed.

A wyvern with a broken beak turned its head violently, and locked the dwarf that had jumped on its back into its hard beak, and then a terrible and terrible wail came out.

As it was surrounded by another group of dwarves, it stared at the location of the glowing purple arc in the distance, and opened its beak and mouth reluctantly—

Rumble!

！

With the sound of metal colliding, the bright red high-pressure wind bomb wrapped around the heavy corpse of the dwarf in the furnace fort, turned into a cannonball, passed through the air, and bombarded the rocky ground nearly six or seven hundred meters away.

A large cloud of bright red blood mixed with debris from an unknown part of the body fell from its mouth.

The dwarves were shocked and furious, and with angry shouts, they brandished their warhammers and axes, and rushed at the damned monster in the light of the runic vitality.

It's just that, above the sky, the beaked feather dragons who were caught off guard had already confirmed the location of the ancient cannon with a faint purple glow, and while dodging and resisting other weapons and artillery as interference, they were also cautiously guarding against attacks that would be launched against them by covering and disrupting these artillery.

The beaked feather wyverns who were knocked to the ground, although they were injured, were no longer threatened by the ancient cannons, and when the huge black wings were smashed down by the storm, smashing the dwarves to the ground by the blast wind, they launched a fierce attack on those cannons.

Roaring and roaring one after another, these beaked feather dragons, who had been hit hard and had no ability to take off, launched their final attack on the dwarves on the ground in the night, at the cost of their lives.

Look at the Dragon's Lair Tyrant.