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"The mechanical monsters of Lungmen have broken through the city's third line of defense. The Fifth Army has assembled its last troops to set up a defensive line in the residential area."

An Ursus general explained to Fyodor on the map, "The vanguard of Lungmen is now only one block away from the palace."

Fyodor, wearing glasses, sat at the table, listening attentively to General Ursus's explanation.

“Steiner promised that the First Army would open a safe route out of the city, and everything would be fine as long as Steiner launched the attack,” Fyodor said calmly.

Upon hearing Fyodor's words, the Ursus generals in the room exchanged bewildered glances.

Finally, a general stepped forward and said to Fyodor in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, Steiner... Steiner does not have enough troops, he has not launched an attack."

“What about the Second Army?” Fyodor’s hands began to tremble.

"They didn't come either."

"Why?" Fyodor's voice was as still as a stagnant pool.

"The dukes who left the city forcibly took most of the army and warships with them, claiming they needed protection," a general of noble birth replied, head bowed.

Fyodor trembled as he took off his glasses: "Constantine, Boris, Sergeyev, stay here. Everyone else, get out."

The Ursus generals summoned by Fyodor left the room, leaving only three Ursus generals behind.

“That was an order! It was an order for Steiner to attack!” Fyodor slammed his fist on the table and stood up, while Witt behind him subtly took a few steps back.

"How dare he disobey my orders!"

"Has things really come to this?!"

“All the troops are deceiving me! Even the Imperial Guard!” Fyodor’s angry voice echoed in the room, and all the generals lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

"Noble generals are all disloyal and cowardly!"

“Your Majesty…this is a bit too much,” Constantine, who was of noble birth, weakly retorted to Fyodor.

"I'm supporting these cowards, useless cowards, good-for-nothings! They're all the scum of the Ursus people!"

I'm so angry!

Fyodor slammed his pen onto the table, but no one dared to pick it up.

"You call yourselves generals after spending a few years in military academy... but all you've learned is how to eat with a knife and fork!"

"All these years, the military has only been a hindrance to me!"

"I should have ordered all these insects to be executed long ago, just like the late emperor!"

Fyodor propped himself up in his chair and shakily sat back down: "It's all over. Go do whatever you want."

"Fire! Fire!" The exhausted remnants of the Ursus Fourth Army were desperately resisting the surging demon army, and at the forefront, acting as the vanguard, was the fearsome Kedah Destroyer.

These terrifying beings were enormous, as tall as a three-story building, and covered in incredibly hard steel armor. Every step they took seemed to make the earth tremble.

The sorcerers, who had been casting spells for an extended period of time, were already exhausted, and some even fainted on the spot due to overexertion.

After all, in this brutal battle, only the powerful spells cast by the warlocks and the artillery fire from the rear could inflict any effective damage on those indestructible Kel'thas Destroyers.

As for close combat? No sensible Ursus soldier would be foolish enough to engage in melee with such a behemoth—that would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

Moreover, a group of ferocious vampires roamed around the massive body of the Kedah Destroyer.

They move swiftly, ready to pounce on any Ursus soldier who dares to approach and sever their heads with their hellblades.

Meanwhile, in a distant place, Tzeentch's Felguard continuously unleashed raging fireballs of magic, raining down on the Ursus army's positions.

The city's defensive artillery, originally an important part of the Ursus forces' defenses, was destroyed in the ensuing chaos.

Some of the city's defensive cannons were completely destroyed by the surging Tzeentch demons; others were even more unfortunate, being forcibly transformed into ferocious and terrifying demon engines that turned against the Ursus soldiers.

This undoubtedly made the already difficult situation of the Ursus forces even more difficult, adding insult to injury.

As the war escalated and spread, more and more terrifying demons began to appear on various battlefields.

Among them, the most eye-catching are the God-Emperor Bloodletting Demon and the God-Emperor Pink Fear Demon.

The appearance of these high-level demons, possessing greater strength and evil abilities, brought unprecedented pressure to the Ursus army.

In the sky, the shrieking flying sharks streaked across the horizon like bolts of lightning.

They easily tore apart Ursus Legion drones, then quickly locked onto lone Ursus soldiers.

Once spotted by the Screaming Flying Sharks, the poor soldier has almost no chance of survival and will instantly become food for these blue warp creatures.

Outside the magnificent palace, the final line of defense had been formed, constructed by the Ursus Imperial Guard and the private armies of nobles who had failed to escape Saint-Strong Castle in time.

Their faces were solemn, their eyes fixed on the residential area where fires were still flickering in the distance, their hearts filled with unease and fear.

Suddenly, a chilling sound rang out—the tracks relentlessly crushed the mountain of corpses, making a terrifying creaking sound.

Immediately afterwards, the Lord of the Skull wielded his enormous and terrifying axe, charging into the battlefield like a ferocious beast.

At the same time, the terrifying figure of the Hell Dragon appeared in the sky, which was originally dominated by the Screaming Shark.

Numerous defeated soldiers of the Fourth Army surged toward the palace like a tidal wave, but were blocked by the high walls.

The soldiers, their faces filled with terror and despair, desperately begged the defenders on the city wall for help.

However, the soldiers defending the city ignored their pleas and simply watched everything indifferently.

Just then, a Kelda Destroyer suddenly rushed out from a street corner.

Its outer steel armor was stained with scarlet blood, as if it had just experienced a brutal battle.

Upon seeing this, the highly tense defenders immediately activated the Origin Stone Cannon and launched a fierce attack on the oncoming Kedar Destroyer.

In an instant, more than ten Originium cannons roared in unison, raining down shells that hurtled straight at the Destroyer.

Under such dense and powerful firepower, even the formidable Kedah Destroyer gradually became unable to withstand the onslaught.

It should be noted that it was originally just a half-finished product, and now, faced with such a fierce and relentless bombardment, it finally couldn't withstand it.

With a deafening roar, the Kda-Yi Destroyer crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Just when the defenders thought the crisis was temporarily over and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, an unexpected change occurred!

A hellish dragon, like a black lightning bolt, descended from the sky and hurtled towards the high walls of the palace.

In an instant, a raging inferno erupted from its mouth, instantly engulfing a large number of Originium cannons on the high wall in a sea of ​​fire.

At this time, the Ursus Fourth Army had been completely annihilated by the demon forces, and dozens of Kelda-i Destroyers appeared in the sight of the palace guards, but they were no longer able to fire artillery salvos.

The number of Hellfire Wyverns swooping through the sky increased from one to five, making the Ursus defenders, who had no anti-air capabilities, their perfect targets.

A Hellfire Wyvern slid its steel wings across the high wall, slicing a section of the defenders in two.

The nobles inside the palace watched this scene with grim faces; their lives were already on the countdown.

However, the palace guards could hold out for a while thanks to their internal security and sheer numbers, and perhaps loyal Ursus soldiers would return to rescue them—these nobles were deceiving themselves.

As they indulged in self-deception, an attack from the sky shattered their illusions—a formation of five Golden Stormhawks.

Chen Huijie gave the Emperor of Ursus considerable attention, and fifty Argus Terminators were her answer.

With the complete fall of Saint-Germain, the Ursus Empire was declared extinct, and nobles who tried to escape were assassinated along the way.

Throughout Ursus, capable individuals emerged to consolidate their rule. To the astonishment of the Terran nations, Lungmen had achieved complete control over Ursus in just a few days after the war.

As for where these people came from, perhaps only Kashina knows.