Huffing and puffing, the alien dragon whelp glared angrily at the bird-type magical creatures below. Were these the guys the Great Manager said were taking advantage of the Empress not having an air force?

Seriously, just one look at them made it want to pluck all their feathers clean!

"Roar!"

After receiving the Great Manager's command to attack, the first to move was the Lord Whelp, a type of alien dragon whelp evolved purely for aerial combat.

They could shoot corrosive spores from their tails, easily creating large clouds of acidic mist in the air, blocking the enemy's movements.

Bang, bang, bang—

Bursts of smoke exploded, not directly hitting the birds, but detonating around them to block their retreat. If they were allowed to escape, that would be bad. First, seal off their escape routes.

"Squawk! What the heck is this? But, is that all they've got? No claws or beaks? How could these things ever beat us?!"

Looking at the bald whelps, although the bone spurs on their tails looked menacing, they were still no match for the claws of the avian creatures.

"But they're flying pretty high."

"Hey, what are you worried about? We've tried that altitude before. They won't be able to keep it up for long. The stamina drain at that height is too fast. Look at their wings, how fast they're flapping. We'll win soon enough."

They had also experimented with their own flight limits. Back then, the leader said that the higher the altitude, the faster that iron block thing went, the greater the kinetic energy, and the greater the power.

The result was that they were half-dead from exhaustion and couldn't maintain it for very long. The power didn't increase much, and it severely hampered their maneuverability.

"Wait! They're attacking!"

"Crap! Their tails can shoot cannonballs? Are they going to die like bees?"

Watching the Lord Whelps fire corrosive spore clusters, the numerous birds began to dodge, but they soon realized that it was all a joke. There was no need to dodge at all. They weren't even hitting their targets. What a bunch of losers!

"Wait, this is too weak. Such a short attack range… I'm starting to wonder if the chieftain is playing us. How could anyone get caught by these creatures?"

"I suspect our leader is acting. Never mind. They seem to be coming down. Watch me take a cannonball with my bare body."

"Hahaha, go for it! I'll record it for you!"

"Okay, remember to make me look good!"

Grinning, he faced the blade worms shot by the whelp. He was indeed quite brave.

The alien dragon whelp was also confused. What was going on? Usually, their biggest worry was being counterattacked, but this time it was different. Not only were they not counterattacking, they were even actively crashing into the blade worms!

This was!

The legendary 'touching porcelain' (pengci - a type of scam)? But it didn't have any money to pay it… which meant the Empress would have to pay… Wait! How could that be allowed!

As long as all the enemies who saw him attack were killed, then he had never hurt any birds! The Empress wouldn't have to pay!

The smiling bird raised its eyebrows at the whelp, its face saying, 'Come on, hit me here, don't miss.'

How could it tolerate this?

"Crap! This is a little different from before!"

With a whoosh, the blade worm whelp crashed straight into it, tearing a large hole in the bird's abdomen, before dissolving into minced meat, a bloody firework exploding in the air.

The bird holding the camera tilted its head, momentarily not reacting, then glanced at the bloody firework it had captured, and fell into contemplation.

It immediately realized something was wrong. It seemed the opponent wasn't playing close combat, but was a ranged attacker.

No, it had to create distance immediately! It couldn't keep being a target!

"Retreat, brothers! We can't maintain a one-meter gap here! Don't cluster together!"

But they quickly discovered something wrong. Those seemingly harmless green mists were their death warrants.

Birds rely on wide, thin wings to fly. The quality of the wings is actually very low. When the corrosive spores came into contact, they easily burned holes in them, one after another.

And they kept expanding.

"Don't! Don't touch that green mist! We'll fall! Our wings can't take it!"

However, the oversized bird used for bombing didn't think so. What storms hadn't it seen? On the battlefield, bombarded by magic arrays, it could withstand the attacks of warlocks and still throw explosives into the enemy's base.

This was nothing. It was just some mist.

"What's there to be afraid of! Follow me! A single flap of my wings will blow it all away! Get out of the way!"

"..."

It set off! It went over! It succeeded!

The whelp moved, secured the kill, and it fell down...

Yes, the mist might not be effective, but that didn't mean the whelp wouldn't fire, right?

Alien dragon whelps usually engaged in one-sided slaughter against opponents who couldn't fight back.

When the blade worm detected a target nearby, it would explode directly, not necessarily having to hit the target.

The firework festival had begun.

Lin Mo came to Baroque, tugged at his wings, and woke him up from his pain-induced stupor.

To prevent Baroque from commanding the birds, Ka Ka directly applied stimulation to his body, the simplest being pain, so intense that he couldn't control or command his subordinates.

"Is there something you need?"

"No, I just wanted you to watch the fireworks. Look, aren't they beautiful?"

"..."

"Is that all the reinforcements you have? Or are there more? Otherwise, I'll give you some time to call back your leaders and all. We'll finish it here. I don't want to go over there anymore. It's boring."

Lin Mo was already bored. At first, watching the whelps crush the weak was interesting, but now she was tired of it. She'd rather find a warm place to bask in the sun.

Eating pastries and petting Ka Ka. Wasn't that a wonderful thing?

"We have already retreated. As long as you are here, we will not have any dangerous intentions towards you."

"Huh? You're scared after just this much?"

"..."

Are you even speaking human language? What do you mean 'just this much'? What kind of freaks are your subordinates? Don't you have any idea yourself!

Just tell me how many elite soldiers you've killed! Have any of your own familiars died? Not even one is injured!

What's the point of fighting!

Looking at the explosive firepower above, it wasn't just birds. Even the earth dragons, known for their defense, were no match for you!

Moreover, looking around, how many subordinates do you have? I can't even see the end! How can we fight!

"Well, okay. Your Abyss creatures can also submit to me. I'm not interested in anything else. As long as you give me all those ape-like big guys, everything will be fine."

"Apes?"

"Yeah, the ones that won't die even if they're killed, the ones with extremely strong recovery abilities. You should have a lot of them, right?"

"...You're not planning to… use them in inhumane ways, are you..."

How did Baroque know? Naturally, his own leader had done the same thing before!

Even the expression was similar to that of the white-haired Empress!

At the beginning of the research, they hadn't thought of using those races as a combat system. They simply intended to use them as food. It was only later that they discovered that the combat power and intelligence of those races were actually quite good.

That's why they were dispatched to the battlefield.