Re-Overlord: I Can Acquire Anything!-Chapter 71: Machines Vs Monsters

Meanwhile:

Marshal Draco, the Supreme Commander of Freedom Force, led the main Legion of a hundred thousand Summomers to the Paradis.

He rode a majestic Red Dragon, approximately 50 meters tall and wider.

Upon breaking the barrier of Paradis, his sharp gaze suddenly lifted upward the sky, feeling a strong presence there.

Up above, in the stratosphere

A long silhouette streaked across the sky. A perfect circle of petals unfurled, revealing a Sophisticated Machine, about the equal size of a Dragon.

Inside the cockpit was a beautiful woman dressed in snowy white combat dress.

Commander Blue Lotus had arrived.

Blue Lotus’s expression was serene, but her robotic hands were already weaving through the air fluidly—drawing complex sigils, each one summoning dozens of lotus-shaped blades of energy, sharp enough to cleave steel.

Down below, a shadow darker than night ripped across the sea.

A second force emerged with black mechs with crimson highlights, crawling like spiders across the air itself.

Commander Blood laughed inside his cockpit.

"Haha... It’s time to dance, you rebels."

Marshal Draco sneered. "You think these junks will scare us?"

Behind him, more dragons emerged—mighty creatures whose building-sized weight shook the very earth beneath them.

He turned to his army and declared, "It is time, my soldiers! Time to reclaim Paradise as its rightful heirs!"

The rebels roared, "YEAH!" while Draco continued,

"Remember... You may bleed today, but your sacrifice will be remembered forever in history. So rise, my brethrens! My soldiers! Those machines cannot compare to your tough bones. Show them the meaning of true power!"

The rebels erupted in loud cheers:

"Summoners are mighty!"

"Paradise will be ours!"

Their primal roars and chants echoed across the battlefield—a thunderous cacophony marking the beginning of a grand clash.

Even some of the brave souls behind the Mechas trembled, their senses overwhelmed by the monstrous growls and primitive howls of the approaching beasts.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Steel clashed against bone in a thunderous war cry.

Tens of thousands of Mechas collided with ferocious summoned beasts, their movements fluid and precise, like extensions of the pilot’s own body.

The Mecha pilots had trained in the Soul Link System from a very young age. Only the elite among them ever earned the right to become true Mecha Warriors.

There were several specialized types among them: Melee Type, Physical Weapon Type, Energy Weapon Type, and Spell Caster Type.

In terms of combat versatility and precision, Mechas were by no means inferior to summoned beasts.

But the true danger came from the Summoners themselves.

With cunning tactics and unique abilities, they coordinated attacks that caught the Mechas off guard. Their deadly traps or combining strikes proved fatal.

And then there were the Gigantic Beasts.

A massive dragon slammed its paw down, flattening a Mecha in an instant. Its armor crumpled like paper under the overwhelming force.

The pilot died.

Just then—

"Swish, Swish, Swish!"

Sharp Blue Blades, in shape lotus petals descended onto the green scaled Dragon, slicing it apart like tofu.

"ROARRRR!"

The battlefield was chaos incarnate.

Metal clanked. Flesh sizzled. Blood spilled, sparks flew, and smoke mingled in the air, announcing that the war for Paradise had truly begun.

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On the Western Front:

"Come Forth!"

Igaris raised his hand, and in a swirl of fire and shadows, Serynthia emerged.

The Winged beast’s Crimson scales shimmered under the sunlight, each plate as tough as forged steel. The moment it landed with a thunderous thud, the soldiers around him paused, eyes widening in awe.

Even the most skeptical of his subordinates exchanged glances, visibly impressed.

So this was the Spirit beast of the infamous "Darkfire."

Without needing further convincing, when Igaris gave the signal, they moved in unison, summoning their own beasts in preparation for the clash ahead.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Moments later, over a hundred Flying Beasts took to the skies, soaring behind Igaris in tight formation.

"Buzz, buzz!"

Their wings beat in sync, forming a living wave of scaled death that advanced toward the enemy lines.

Above, the sky darkened with motion.

Mechas rose like shooting stars, propelled by powerful energy thrusters, intercepting the oncoming swarm. Their polished frames reflected the sun, giving them an almost divine presence as they spun and weaved through the air with surgical precision.

Their massive swords, spears, and halberds all were aimed at the bellies and wings of the airborne beasts.

The collision was explosive.

Screeches of creatures filled the sky as steel clashed with flesh, and blood splattered across metal hulls.

The Mechas moved with inhuman agility, but the beasts countered with savage instinct and elemental power.

The sky above the Western Front had also become a battleground of machines and monsters.

And at its center, Igaris rode Serynthia like a Crimson comet, piercing forward with blazing intent.

"Incinerate."

Standing atop the semi-dragon, Igaris gave the command coldly.

Whether they were potential allies or not, mercy had no place on this battlefield.

Serynthia growled in acknowledgment.

"ROARRRR!"

A thunderous draconic roar followed, then came the fire.

A wave of searing breath burst from her maw, engulfing a formation of ground Mechas in a crimson blaze as she soared over their heads.

"Bzzzz!"

The sound of metal warping and systems shorting echoed like a death knell.

"Aaaahhh!"

The agonized screams tore through the chaos as the pilots inside boiled alive, their reinforced suits failing under the sheer heat.

Soon, their cries fell silent; but the echo of their death howls lingered in the ears of other Mecha warriors like the whisper of vengeful ghosts.

A sudden stillness gripped the ground forces.

All eyes turned upward, and only now did they notice the monstrous crimson wyvern above... and the young man standing on its back.

He looked no older than twenty, yet his presence was chilling. The wind whipped through his black hair as his glowing blue eyes scanned the battlefield with an unflinching gaze.

There was no fear in those eyes. No hesitation.

Only cold resolve.

His silhouette, framed against fire and smoke, appeared almost ethereal; like a myth come to life. His aura radiated not just strength, but inevitability.

And in that moment, both sides realized it. He was not ordinary.