Chapter 208: Chapter 208: Smash these... broken stones!

"Charge!"The battle cry echoed.

In Gratitude Village, both sides launched their most frenzied, fearless charges!

The mighty Clark clan fought for a future blueprint.

The people of Gratitude Village, following the return of the Blackwood youth, stood with the elders of Blackwood to fend off all invaders and protect their homeland!

Enemies could come from all directions.

The villagers saw those immense figures; they were so tiny in front of them.

To both sides, they seemed like a mere wisp of smoke, about to be engulfed by the towering dust storms of the Clark's supernatural powers.

Yet, they charged on.

Their eyes were red.

Slowly bowing their heads, there it was...

Countless roots, breaking through the soil, sprouting in front of them, lifting them up, and sweeping everything in their path!

It was the Blackwood Sacred Tree!

Suddenly.

Two figures descended from the sky, standing in the center of the battlefield!

They surveyed the enemies coming from all directions, and the citizens of Gratitude Village lifted high by the Primordial Blood Tree, their gazes icy!

"Sixteen thousand druids, each one a Psychic, a million Stone beasts, what a force!"

Armored Mary, now truly a general of the battlefield, held her spear with a fiery glow in her eyes, the phantom of four demon kings appearing behind her, her Developing Skill stirring up the dust as she charged to the forefront, her heroic spirit fierce, rushing towards the countless incoming foes.

"Larry, let's see if their Stone beasts are stronger, or the beasts we've tamed over the years are more ferocious!"

"Yes!"

Larry, sitting atop the crocodile demon king, took out a horn and blew it!

"Woo!!!"

Instantly, the silver iron behind Blackwood began to shake violently, beasts burst from the forest, charging towards the area swarming with Stone beasts!

"It's the beasts, so many beasts!"

The citizens of Gratitude Village watched in amazement as they were engulfed by shadows, surrounded by beasts leaping out crazily!

They roared, sweeping through all directions, more numerous than the Stone beasts.

Then...

"Ha ha ha!"

A robust voice boomed from the sky!

Mary had just shattered a ten-meter-tall stone figure with her spear, a smile of joy on her face because of that voice!

"Boom!"

A fierce blast of air swept up from beside her, a massive hammer fell from the sky, clearing all enemies in front of her, repelling a druid Developing Skill.

A towering figure, bare-chested, appeared before Mary.

His bald head gleamed, that rough and bold voice so familiar to Mary's ears, "Wife, I haven't even arrived, and you're already charging forward, so disobedient, tonight I'm going to spank you!"

Mary glared.

Her anger mixed with a hint of shyness not felt in a long time.

Then, in the center of the battlefield, Julian swung his right hand fiercely, his eyes fixed on the druids who were pushed back by his psychic powers and charging again, he admired, truly admired the spirit of this tribe.

Unfortunately...

"Mary, look at what I've saved over the years!"

In front of him.

Rows of psychic puppets, each one a high-grade, even... seventh-grade, numbering in the thousands, the newly upgraded thirty-meter-tall war AI Bionic Robots gleamed silver!

Julian's silver left arm, too, was writhing, the metal turning to liquid, enveloping him, gradually transforming him into a ten-meter giant.

He watched a five-meter spider charge at him, again grasping the hammer he could barely hold, smashing the Stone beast to pieces, his robust voice booming again! seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Smash these... broken stones!"

As he began his charge.

The rows of psychic puppets, like him, covered in metallic liquid, grew larger and crazily charged into the battlefield, overwhelming the druids in front of them!

As Julian charged forward, a twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth. His voice, soft and almost imperceptible on the battlefield, carried a memory he would never forget, even in death.

"Little brother, are these your pathetic toys?"

How familiar that insult was!

Suddenly, Julian felt a strange mix of emotions; his sister scolded him, and he almost wanted to cry. "Big sis... have you recovered?"

He looked up into the sky.

There, a gentle light cascaded down like a waterfall from the sky to the ground!

Amelia no longer wore a mask.

Her appearance was still rough and dirty, her arms open wide, her gentle psychic powers rippling out from her like waves, the soft green light starkly contrasting with the roots pouring down behind her.

Those roots mercilessly hit the ground, forming spikes that swept through the area like a torrent!

Amelia looked towards Julian, now transformed into a metallic psychic puppet, a smile playing on her lips. "I heard you were crying?"

Julian glared back, remembering the anger he felt when his sister had sacrificed her lifespan during his forging process. He gritted his teeth and retorted, "No, I was forging; that was sweat on my forehead!"

"Big sis, uncle, why didn't you wait for me?"

A calm voice came from the sky.

Both siblings looked up, frowning.

Not just them, everyone on the battlefield looked up.

The entire battlefield was overshadowed by...

A fleet of ability vessels!

An old man with white hair sat in a golden chair, leaning on the armrest, his face wearing a confident and proud smile, making him stand out even against the massive fleet of ability vessels behind him.

"Daniel, have you been feeling quite unique lately?"

Far away, standing on a flying sword, Lucas spoke without moving, his voice carrying through the wind.

This seemingly old man, under the youthful voice of Lucas, trembled all over, no longer daring to lean back. He tightened his legs, straightened his back, and placed his hands on his thighs, his eyes visibly clearer.

"Dad, I was wrong."

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"Clansmen, attack!"

Cynthia was roaring, but what she told her people was a lie!

As a Druid Priestess, she was supposed to be protected by the natural order of heaven, using turtle shells to divine good and bad omens. Whether to flee or attack, the turtle shells showed only a slim chance of survival!

Now.

She had only one path left, the so-called burning of the boats. By showing her people hope, she could carve out a slim chance of survival!

Moreover...

Her mighty Clark clan was not without its last resort. Even in the face of destruction, she was determined to make Blackwood pay a heavy price!

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