The battle had been going on for almost three quarters, but not even a single shadow of reinforcements had yet appeared, which made the guards worried.

All the slain enemies turned into sticky black mud and rolled around the armoured vehicles that were already immobile. Stained with black slime, the enemy waded through the boiling darkness and stumbled towards the "fortress" of the guards, brandishing their weapons and smashing into solid metal plates.

The attack is ineffective, because the "weapons" of these aliens are just foreign objects condensed from black mud, and they are not too lethal. Each attack was stopped by a Rubik's cube carved into a metal plate, and the brilliance of the magic seemed faint, but it was stronger than ordinary steel stocks.

The thick smell of blood spread through the air, overwhelming the breathlessness. Even the most seasoned officers of the garrison could hardly maintain a calm heart to fight the enemy in such an environment, and their hands holding the mechanic's gun trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The situation is not optimistic, and although the ammunition they bring is abundant, it is not endless, and it is far from enough to destroy all the enemies around them.

However, trying to defeat these fearless enemies is basically wishful thinking. It's like fighting an army of the undead - if you don't kill the sorcerers who control these puppets, these mindless monsters will never stop rushing in the direction of the enemy.

Just imagine a similar case that happened in the past, and Grostide's face became rather bad. In addition to the recent riots, and what happened tonight, under the dissemination of news from various newspapers, I am afraid that it will soon become a big news sensation in the empire, and even in the whole civilized country of the world.

He's almost ready to think of headlines for the hounds with a keen sense of smell. It's all sensationalism like "Bloody Night" or "Dominion Riots." Obviously, this would tarnish the image of the Dominion - and it might even lead the Empire to send troops to suppress it.

However, this is just wishful thinking on the part of Grostide. Although the empire is not at war now, it is not so easy to mobilize garrisons from all over the country to rush to Osatalia.

Since the Empire won in the last Great War. Some of the surrounding powers are staring at it, waiting for it to fall into chaos because of internal problems. What's more, Osattaria, known as the "Far Land", is too far away from the mainland, which is one of the reasons why it has not been drawn into the war.

The greatest advantage is also the greatest disadvantage, the land is so far from the Old Continent that it is difficult for the Empire to directly intervene in its situation. It is difficult for a hostile nation to send its troops to the isolated Dominion of Osattaria, and it is difficult for friendly reinforcements to come to its aid after an attack.

"On the Empire's side, we should have noticed the situation on this side during the last riot, but we didn't see any direct action. Grostide carefully manipulated the control panel. His forehead was filled with beads of sweat the size of beans, "Damn, it would be nice to really be able to mobilize the army so quickly - not only the 'big guys' who live in the imperial capital are fighting each other, but also the reactions of the surrounding countries"

With that, he slammed his fist on the control panel, and the core buried inside the armored vehicle immediately emitted a strange beep. As if to convey the impatience in the manipulator's mind, the mechanical structure behind the heavy armor plate immediately let out a continuous low roar.

In the final analysis, it can be said that this incident was entirely caused by the ultramarine faction of the old aristocracy - if it were not for their quest to restore power, then Sain Democlera would not have been able to use the resources and technology of the Eye of Truth to study the "bloodline of chaos" and related spells.

Now they are not as powerful as they used to be. But in the camp of the old school, there is still a considerable right to speak. If nothing else, they will definitely try to prevent the Imperial Diet from sending troops to the Imperial Diet. Clearly, they have used some means to block the Dominions' access to information abroad, in order to prevent their political enemies from acting in a sense. It's almost self-digging and grave-digging behavior.

Even without taking into account the disputes between the different factions in the Imperial Diet, the transportation of troops alone is a huge undertaking that will mobilize the people. Including the time it takes to prepare and plan for it, it will take about a month to transport troops from the nearest overseas colonies to the Dominion on new transports.

"Rather than expecting reinforcements from the Empire. Let's think about how to solve the current troubles first, at least it should be a little more realistic. Curt muttered with a sad face, the metal rod in his hand was now stained with sticky black blood. "I dare say that madman wants to tear us alive and get that thing if reinforcements don't come. We're probably going to have to- Uh-huh!"

Just as he swung his metal rod covered in magic power to slash through another enemy climbing upwards, the armored vehicle trapped in the "River of Blood" suddenly shook. Under the effect of inertia, Curt almost fell from the top of the car to the bottom, but he still grabbed the armrest on the side to barely stabilize his body.

Grosted's punch hit somewhere, and there seemed to be some strange change inside the armored car. The Rubik's Cube that strengthened the metal surface suddenly lit up, and the blue-white light slowly flowed, tearing at each other with the deep darkness entangled below.

The roar of the booming mechanism shook the metal beast's body, and the armored vehicle's reaction became more and more strange, and the magic power at the core seemed to be massively concentrated. For a moment, the light that appeared on the armor plate floated up and down like flames, and the spreading magic power made the surrounding aliens retreat as well.

"What's going on"

Curt looked at the trembling armored vehicle beneath him suspiciously, only to realize that the magic flowing in the mechanical structure had expanded several times in just a few seconds. The brilliance of the Rubik's Cube shone almost as much as day, and even the black that swirled around it collapsed into the light.

It was too late, then it was too fast, and the roaring armored car got rid of the shackles of the "river of blood" and once again sped away. The aliens' onslaught eased slightly, and their bodies were knocked away by the galloping metal blocks, and the broken pieces rained down like rain in the darkness that flowed deep into the central plaza.

It was also at this time that the distant wall of light suddenly became brighter, and the aliens that were rushing against it were suddenly bounced back into the group by the force of the backlash. They trembled in the diffuse magic as if they were terrified of the light, and kept letting out a shrill roar.

They are still a group because of their numerousness - and the darkness that flows through the ground can be seen merging into their bodies, turning into even more bizarre organs.

"Leinster - can you see what's wrong with this thing? I can't control it, all the controls are out of effect!" Grostide shouted to Curt, still trying to get the armored car back up, "it's like someone else is controlling it, but how did you do that?"

The armored car, which glowed with strange magic from top to bottom, seemed to have lost its control, and no matter how Grostide manipulated the buttons on the control panel, it could not control its movements. In front of this speeding metal monster, there will only be more aliens to fall victim to.

Curt could see the flow of magic, but he was unable to explain to Grostide why it was out of control. He shook his head with a wry smile, and then clung to the railing beside him to keep himself from shaking off when he hit a hard object.

Could it be that the magic of the nearby mages was channeled into the magic circuit of the armored car? Because it seems that there is a magician who has injected more magic into the core of the armored car from a distance, causing it to be abruptly activated in just a few seconds.

However, this is almost impossible - the magic of the mechanical structure is determined at the time of installation, and it cannot be changed at any time like a Rubik's Cube. But now it was driving more than the limit, carrying the guards through the alien crowd, running over the monsters that were still trying to rush towards it, and rushing towards the makeshift defensive wall where the mages were.

Originally, the struggling struggling mages were about to give up, because the spells to resist the monster's attack were about to collapse. Less than half of this squad of 10 mages are now able to move normally, and most of them are still exhausted from the use of mana to maintain the wall - as long as there are a few more enemy impact protection spells, it is only a matter of time before they are breached.

But before more aliens could rush to the crumbling lines, the out-of-control armored vehicles rushed to the edge of the lines before they could do so, sweeping away all the enemies standing there. Of course, the guards in the car will not be idle, and they throw magic bullets at the enemy who will come later.

The sorcerers who supported the defense line relieved some of the pressure, but did not let it go, and took advantage of this brief gap to repair the missing parts of the defense. It's a pity that they're exhausted, and the work that they can usually do with a raised hand is now a lot of effort to complete.

Darkness was still churning like a tidal wave beside the road that had been torn apart by the magic, pounding at the buildings at both ends of the street, tearing at the parts that were not solid. They corroded building materials such as stone, wood, and rebar, and filled the monster's body.

The monsters gathered in the center of the encirclement were still rushing towards the armoured vehicles and mage's lines, but farther farther on the edge, bursts of flickering fire. Enemies far from the encirclement were whipped up by the shockwave, and then they were beaten into a sieve by more streamers that glittered like arrows.

After an hour of fighting, reinforcements finally arrived, not only the members of the garrison armed with mechanics, but also the mages who had rushed to the front from all over the world.

The counterattack began. (To be continued......)