The deep blue main cannon energy harshly collided with the giant rock wall, an energy suffocating enough to annihilate everything, eroding the rock fiercely, vaporizing and decomposing it incessantly.

The giant rock wall collapsed and dissolved at an astonishing speed, yet its thickness and strength were absurdly high, managing to withstand these two devastating torrents of energy for a full two seconds.

Ultimately, the main cannon energy exhausted the giant wall, yet its power significantly diminished, leaving only faint ripples impacting the giant without causing fatal harm.

However, continually exerting such terrifying abilities took a great toll on the Magma Giant.

The flowing lava glow on its body significantly dimmed, and more minute cracks appeared in the rocks composing its body.

The Destroyer warships were indeed ultimate war machines, quickly adjusting tactics, as three ships began high-speed maneuvers, pouring firepower from different directions, attempting to pinpoint the giant's defensive blind spots.

The Magma Giant wielded its blazing giant sword to parry, using the Tower Shield to block, occasionally stomping the ground to create stone walls or trigger stone spikes to attack low-altitude targets.

Each sword swing triggered fierce ripples on the warship shields, each stomp altered the terrain, clearing waves of Slave Creatures.

The battlefield turned into a mythic giant clash, with flames, rubble, and energy beams flying everywhere amidst incessant roaring.

The current battlefield was something ordinary life forms could no longer partake in. The United Legion even dispersed the Slave Creature Legion away from this battlefield.

Though the slave creatures were of low value, they bore costs; they would not be senselessly sent to death.

Ordinary slave creatures were meaningless in the face of such enemies; no matter their numbers, they could not bridge the gap in hard power; sending more would only lead to fruitless deaths.

The Magma Giant, transformed from the old lord, did temporarily hold the Iron Curtain Wall, obstructing the Slave Creature Legion's attack, buying precious time for the retreat of personnel from Toulouse's rear.

Yet the giant was ultimately one against three, with its energy continuously depleting.

Its movements started to slow, with cracks multiplying over its body, as the lava glow dimmed ever more.

Finally, a warship seized the brief stiffness after it swung its sword, delivering a precise joint salvo of main and auxiliary cannons that bypassed the Tower Shield's defense, striking hard at the unprotected right knee joint.

Crack.

Accompanied by a hair-raising shattering sound, the right knee joint of the Magma Giant utterly shattered, with a deluge of rocks and lava cascading down like a waterfall.

The giant let out a painful roar, its enormous form losing balance, crashing down on one knee, cracking the ground.

It attempted to support itself with the giant sword, but the attacks from the remaining two warships followed closely.

Countless energy beams hammered with surgical precision on its shield-bearing left arm, its torso, its head.

Rocks shattered, lava splattered.

The giant let out an unwilling, furious final roar, using its last strength to hurl the blazing giant sword like a javelin at the warship it initially wounded.

The burning giant sword transformed into a crimson meteor tearing through the skies, hitting the warship with pinpoint accuracy at a speed beyond perception.

This time, the warship's shield could not fully withstand this all-out strike infused with the giant's last Life Essence.

The shield shattered completely like glass, the blazing giant sword piercing directly into the central hull of the warship.

A terrifying explosion erupted internally, tearing the enormous Destroyer-class battleship in midair into two, engulfed in roaring flames, descending towards the ground, ultimately transforming into two massive fireballs.

And the Magma Giant that hurled this strike, its body could no longer maintain shape, crumbling completely under the sustained bombardment of the remaining two warships, transforming into a massive, burning mound of rubble slowly sinking into the altered ground it changed beyond recognition.

The battlefield fell silent once more, leaving only the rolling of rocks and the crackling of burning flames.

The morale of Toulouse's defenders collapsed completely with the fall of the giant, as the retreating personnel witnessed the giant's downfall.

All hearts were filled with immense shock and fear, realizing that the once-mythical lord had fallen.

The Toulouse territory enduring for millennia due to the old lord's presence, the old lord who pacified numerous threats and eradicated many mad, terrifying Erosion Bodies on multiple occasions.

He was always invincible, the spiritual totem in the hearts of Toulouse's citizens, an undefeated myth always protecting this land.

Yet myths too have a day of downfall, that massive, mountainous body crashing, causing slight tremors in the surroundings.

The Magma Giant's body lay upon the collapsed wall, building a new segment in its last moments with its form.

Though it held little meaning, it would only slightly delay the Slave Creature Legion's advance.

According to previous intelligence, Toulouse had three Apostle-level Awakened ones.

But the other two merely came to assist and naturally wouldn't remain for an untenable situation.

The old lord was different; this was his domain, and invaders could only conquer it over his dead body.

And indeed, he achieved just this, guarding this territory to the very last moment.

In the high skies, the remaining two immense Destroyer warships hovered silently, like cold declarations of victory.

For the United Legion, this victory wasn't perfect, as a single Destroyer warship was enormously costly.

Losing one was painful for the United Legion, and the result was merely eliminating a Level 3 native.

To the United Legion, they didn't care for the old lord's glorious and heavy history; in their eyes, he was merely a somewhat powerful native.

On the battlefield, the dense Slave Creatures swarmed like tides, climbing the damaged Iron Curtain Wall, spreading forth.

The massive body of the Magma Giant became an oddly tragic new wall.

It lay prostrate over the shattered defense line, forming a steep slope of cooling black rock and not yet fully solidified lava.

The Slave Creatures dug their sharp claws into rock crevices, ignoring the still scorching heat, climbing madly upwards.

Occasionally, a Slave Creature slipped and fell or was scalded by the burning lava, crying out and tumbling down, yet more continued forward unhesitatingly filling the gaps.

They trod over the body of a Level 3 powerhouse, merely to flood into the walls faster.

Regardless of the body's high temperature, they had to move over; the United Legion's orders were absolute, to be executed without fail.

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