The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Chapter 3421: Ryan! Ryan! (7)

After pondering for a moment, Ivan waved his hand, summoned two subordinates, and then had them unfold a detailed map of the planet. Ifrayoia then walked to his side.

"According to previous reconnaissance, after the destruction of the Greenskin group in New Ryan City, the largest Greenskin group currently is located here, in an area known to humans as the East Saliba Highlands. This area consists of a large number of mountains and canyons, and it seems to be controlled by a tech-savvy Greenskin warlord. Its base is located in a large canyon that runs nearly 400 kilometers north-south through the highlands, reaching a depth of 2000 meters at its deepest point and nearly 20 kilometers at its widest. The terrain is mountainous and the valleys are deep, with layers of strange rocks, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's called Desolation Valley, and it's also surrounded by a U-shaped river called the Sulfur River by humans. The river is wide and the water is turbulent. At least a million Greenskins are gathered here, and they have also built many crude workshops and factories, using the natural resources of the canyon and the plundered waste to manufacture weapons day and night. With the current strength of humanity, I don't think they can take this place in a short time, and the real Greenskin warlord, the pyromaniac Snagrod, may return with the main force of the Greenskins at any time."

After listening to Ivan's words, Ifrayoia didn't show much expression, just pursed his lips and shook his head. After a moment, he slowly said:

"Brother, we can't fight all the battles for them. This is their world, and they should bleed for it. We have helped them hold out until reinforcements arrive, which is enough. You see, up to today, 39 of our compatriots have sacrificed themselves. Is it really worth it? They won't even be grateful to us. I think it's enough."

Ivan knew that what Ifrayoia said was true, but after nearly a year of being stationed here, although he had hardly spoken a few words to humans, the two sides had fought side by side for a long time. Especially after witnessing the courage and many moving deeds of the defenders of Ryan, Ivan quietly developed admiration for these humans in Ryan, and even risked sneaking into the Greenskin construction camp in Ryan's airport, quietly placing several vortex grenades on a Juggernaut.

On the other hand, after witnessing the many atrocities of the Greenskins, he also deeply hated these green beasts. The combination of the two made his attitude towards supporting the humans here change from passive to active.

"But if humanity hasn't solved the hidden dangers when Snagrod returns, then Ryan may be pushed to the brink of destruction again. This time, it won't just be the Crimson Fists chapter."

As if to confirm Ivan's words, the Gold Wyverns suddenly chimed in:

"By the way, Lord Dorlar also gave an instruction that we need to pay more attention to the situation of the White Templars chapter during the operation. The two generals probably know what the situation is, so there's no need to say it out loud."

When Ifrayoia heard this, he probably understood, so he said helplessly:

"Okay, so what's your idea?"

"Actually, I didn't say that we should directly attack Desolation Valley. With our current strength, it's unrealistic to take Desolation Valley without making a big commotion. I just suspect that there is still a hidden force of Greenskins in this world, most likely hidden on another continent, which is the most deadly. So, while the humans are focusing all their attention on Desolation Valley, we should spread out our forces and search the other continent carefully. As long as we can eliminate the hidden dangers, then there shouldn't be any problem with withdrawing our troops. The current human forces are fully attacking Desolation Valley. If they don't care about the cost, they should still be able to take it down."

"Hmm, that's okay, but I remember you said you've been there many times and haven't found it?"

"So we can only increase manpower and search more carefully."

After speaking, he turned around and looked at the ridge fortress.

"And this place has to be resolved, otherwise humans will waste a lot of time. Now they are racing against time. I have a feeling that the pyromaniac will definitely come back..."

At this moment, the druid Uruk walked over, his face wearing a smile under a helmet shaped like some kind of bird.

"Generals, I happen to have one last practical experiment project here, which may be able to solve your troubles."

"Oh?"

The two Dragon Riders looked at the druid, but Ifrayoia seemed to remember something and clapped his hands lightly.

"Are you talking about that thing? Won't it be too loud?"

"Don't worry, the humans are fighting fiercely, they won't notice this little commotion. It only takes a little while."

Ivan blinked his eyes and asked with strong curiosity:

"Master Uruk, what is it?"

The druid master slightly opened his lips and uttered two words.

"Behemoth."

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble slightly. All the dragons, including Ivan's Venom Dragon, immediately entered a state of alert, raising their spines, baring their teeth, extending their claws, and letting out low roars. This was their instinctive reaction when encountering a huge threat.

The Dragon Knights were also taken aback and hurriedly comforted their mounts, while Ivan stared at the darkness in the depths of the valley. He realized that a behemoth was approaching.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, the trembling of the ground became heavier and heavier. Some of the weaker dragons were already so frightened that they lay on the ground. Everyone's eyes were on the druid's back.

In the bright moonlight, a giant beast over twenty meters tall revealed its figure. Its entire body was covered with shiny gray-white fur, its face was hideous and covered with red bone plates, it had six symmetrical yellow eyes, small ears slanted behind its head, a lipless giant mouth with protruding fangs, and adopted a quadrupedal walking posture. Its forelimbs were thick and powerful, and the retracted claws looked terrifying, while its hind limbs were relatively short but equally strong, and it could obviously walk upright. A long tail swayed slowly behind it, with a light golden bone blade at the end.

This was the third-generation Behemoth carefully cultivated by the druids. It was larger than the previous two generations, but more intelligent and easier to control, and more importantly, more lethal. Its psychic protection level was several times that of the previous two generations, and its physical strength was comparable to that of a Phantom Titan. Even in a brief burst, its protection could exceed that of all the Titans in the current ark, and it also possessed abilities that the previous two generations did not.

In the next second, accompanied by a unique syllable uttered from the druid's mouth, the huge Behemoth suddenly accelerated, rushed out of the valley, and went all the way up the ridge. Although it was so huge, its movements were unusually agile and swift. It didn't make a particularly loud noise even when running and jumping (Greenskin standard).

And more importantly, it was on even footing with complex terrain, including steep cliffs. Huge claws could easily cut into the rock, as if it were just rotten wood, and strong arms allowed it to easily drive the huge body.