I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 736: Advancing Enemies

The exo-suits forged by Laston were crafted to amplify the natural strengths of the Ogres and Daemons, seamlessly integrating their monstrous physiques with cutting-edge technology.

The Ogres’ suits were built with thick, reinforced plating, resembling jagged armor fused directly onto their green, muscular bodies. Large hydraulic mechanisms on their arms and legs granted them even greater brute force, allowing them to crush a huge boulders with a single swing without much effort.

Their weapons were monstrous in size. Massive war axes and maces enhanced with kinetic energy generators and runes as well, designed to strike with explosive impact.

Some wielded shoulder-mounted cannons, their barrels glowing ominously as they charged up devastating shots.

The Daemons, in contrast, had exo-suits that embraced their speed and precision, because that was the king’s wanted when Laston ask.

Their crimson bodies were encased in sleek and segmented armor, fitted with retractable blades and thrusters that allowed them to move like blur across the battlefield.

Their claws were extended with plasma-coated edges, their tails reinforced with spiked plating to turn them into lethal whips. Their helmets bore menacing designs that encased their horns, with glowing visors that pulsed with dark energy.

Their suits were also embedded with teleportation nodes, allowing them to blink short distances in combat, making them unpredictable and deadly.

The massive army of Ogres and Daemons spread out, encircling the palace from all sides. The palace was a grand fortress, its golden spires reaching toward the heavens, its walls stretching far and wide.

Yet, even with its imposing size, it now seemed small against the sheer number of foes closing in. They filled every open space in the distance, an endless sea of metal-clad beasts, their exo-suits gleaming under the pale moonlight.

The sound of their march was deafening—a chorus of mechanical hums and the deep, guttural growls of warriors hungry for blood.

Atop the palace walls, the Elven defenders stood frozen, their faces pale with fear. Cold sweat dripped down their temples as they gripped their weapons tightly, their hands trembling.

Their eyes darted across the battlefield, witnessing the overwhelming enemy numbers. The intimidating sight of the exo-clad monstrosities sent shivers down their spines.

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They had faced Ogres and Daemons before, but never like this. Never this powerful. Never this prepared.

One Elf swallowed hard, whispering under his breath, "How... how are we supposed to fight this?"

No one answered. The air was thick with tension, and the reality of the coming battle sank deep into their hearts.

Within minutes, the Ogres and Daemons had completely surrounded the palace, their overwhelming presence making the very air feel suffocating. Their sheer energy radiated like a storm, pressing down on the defenders atop the walls.

Aerchon, now in command, gritted his teeth. His expression was one of fury, but deep inside, fear clawed at him far more than anger.

That bastard Laston had truly gone this far. Aerchon had received no warning—no information about the Ogres and Daemons lurking near the palace. They had been too preoccupied with the metal constructs Laston had unleashed, completely unaware of the larger threat waiting to strike.

But there was no time to dwell on that now.

"Archers! Prepare to fire!" Aerchon shouted, forcing his voice to remain steady. He knew he couldn’t afford to freeze in fear. Orders had to be given.

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Aerchon’s voice cut through the air like a blade, snapping the archers out of their daze. Their hands thats trembling with fear tightened around their bows again as they readied their arrows once more.

Cold sweat dripped down their faces, their bodies stiff from the crushing presence of the enemy below. But there was no time to hesitate. If they faltered now, the palace would really fall.

The archers stood along the massive stone walls, eyes locked on the monstrous horde of Ogres and Daemons below. Their gleaming exo-suits reflected the light making them look even more terrifying.

The Elves had fought the same enemies before and crushed them with ease, but now its different. These creatures enhanced with such unnatural power from Laston. Their usual tactics, their Magic, their skills… would they even work against these abominations?

Aerchon took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, pushing down the tightness in his chest. He focused his mind to the squad leaders, his voice calm yet firm.

"Do not waste your arrows. Aim for the weak spots—joint gaps, eyes, throats. Make every shot count."

The squad leaders nodded, relaying the orders to their troops. A heavy silence fell over the walls as the archers held their breath, waiting. Time stretched unbearably as the enemy drew closer.

Then, one of the squad leaders saw it. The perfect range. Their Elves eyes focusing on the weak spots they can see in the distance.

"Fire!"

The command rang out, and the sound of bowstrings snapping filled the air. A rain of arrows descended upon the approaching Ogres and Daemons, each projectile whistling through the night with deadly precision.

The first wave struck true, piercing through gaps in armor, finding soft flesh. Some creatures roared in pain, while others barely flinched, their exo-suits absorbing most of the damage.

The archers gritted their teeth in frustration as their arrows struck the enemy’s weak points like their eyes, throats, exposed joints only to be met with resistance.

The exo-suits worn by the Ogres and Daemons were not just slabs of reinforced metal; they shimmered faintly with engraved runes, absorbing much of the damage even damage that was directed at their bodies.

Instead of falling, the monstrous warriors roared in anger, ripping arrows from their armor as if they were mere splinters.

Aerchon’s expression darkened. If normal arrows weren’t enough, they had to escalate. "Switch to Magic arrows!" he commanded.

One of the squad leaders hesitated. "Your Majesty, our supply of Magic arrows is running low. If we use them all now…"

"There won’t be another chance to use them if we don’t stop them here!" Aerchon snapped, his blue eyes burning with resolve. "Use them. Now!"

Understanding the urgency, the squad leaders gave the order. The archers swiftly reached for their remaining Magic arrows. The arrows that crafted with enchanted tips glowing faintly with stored energy. They nocked their arrows, channeling their own Magic into them, and took aim once more.

"Fire!"

The sky lit up as hundreds of glowing arrows shot forward, streaking through the night like falling stars.

This time, the impact was devastating. The moment the enchanted arrows struck, explosions of raw energy erupted across the battlefield.

Ogres were hurled off their feet, Daemons screamed as their suits cracked under the force, and some creatures were obliterated on the spot.

Unlike the metal constructs from before, these exo-suits lacked the same level of protection against Magic. Their runes flickered and failed, unable to withstand the sheer force of the attack.

For the first time since the battle began, the enemy faltered. But Aerchon knew this was not their victory.

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King Gulben swung his blade, cutting through the monstrous creature before him. Its body convulsed for a moment before disintegrating into raw essence, which flowed into him like a stream of energy, reinforcing his strength once again.

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself as he surveyed the crimson sky above. A sky that never truly changed, except for the subtle shifts in brightness that marked the passage of time.

By his count, he had spent a week in this separate dimension. Though it felt like days to him, he knew that barely a few minutes had passed in the outside world.

Time here moved differently, bending to its own unnatural rhythm. He had used this twisted reality to his advantage, hunting and absorbing the power of the creatures that roamed its endless expanse. With each kill, he grew stronger, his body refining itself with the absorbed essence.

But strength was not the only reward. Occasionally, his foes left behind artifacts — strange items infused with unknown power. Some were single-use, allowing him to unleash devastating abilities in battle.

Others could be used repeatedly, serving as tools for the battle outside. He had gathered several by now, though he had yet to fully understand all of their capabilities. Hopefully, they who waited outside managing to defending themselves.

It may seem completely irresponsible to leave his troops while the war is raging. He understood that feeling as well, but he needed to do this to ensure the survival of the Palace.

Despite his growing power, exhaustion gnawed at him. His body, though enhanced by many essence already, was still weary from relentless combat. He had pushed himself for too long without rest.

This was dangerous. If he didn’t stop soon, even his newfound strength wouldn’t be enough to keep him going.

He tightened his grip on his sword, his mind racing. Should he continue, risking himself for even greater power? Or should he return before his body collapsed?

For the first time since entering this place, doubt crept into his thoughts.

"I need little bit more time."

The king decided to keep going for a little bit more.

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