183: Chapter 185 Rapid Pursuit, the Australian Lord Achieves His Desire

Vroom, vroom— A few light motorcycles sped through the mountain forest, gravel spraying in all directions.

The Australia reconnaissance squad was evacuating from the Dragon Nation combat zone at full speed.

As the drivers sped forward, the radio operator kept fine-tuning the radio signal, attempting to contact headquarters.

The sooner they reached headquarters, the sooner they could request the Alliance to establish a defensive line.

Given the terrifying combat power of the Dragon Nation, they would need to mobilize a massive amount of artillery to defend!

"Captain, I think I hear a sound coming from behind," the team member riding at the very back said nervously.

"Don't worry, it's impossible for anyone to catch up to us," the Australia squad leader said, glancing back casually.

The reason he dared to lead his squad on a close-range reconnaissance mission and did not choose to retreat the moment they discovered the Dragon Nation troops was entirely because he had sufficient confidence in the speed and off-road capabilities of his reconnaissance squad.

This was the Eye of the Earth, a plateau and mountainous terrain.

The roads were rugged, with numerous obstacles.

Only a team like theirs, with superb driving skills and equipped with Advanced off-road motorcycles, could travel through it at will.

Although that bunch of tin cans from the Dragon Nation had powerful combat strength, it was impossible for them to compete in speed against an elite Australia reconnaissance squad in mountainous terrain.

He dared to lead his troops on a close-range exploration precisely because he had enough confidence to shake off any pursuit!

"Focus on the road conditions. As long as we maintain our speed, it's impossible for anyone to pur—"

Click, click— A burst of fine, rapid static suddenly appeared amidst the roar of the motorcycles.

The Australia captain's expression jolted. What was that sound!

Clack, clack— Clack, clack— The sound was approaching at high speed, growing louder and clearer.

The Australia squad leader panicked, constantly looking back.

How could this be? At their squad's speed, how could anything possibly still be closing in on them!

"Cap, Captain, it's above us! Above our heads!!!" a team member suddenly shouted in terror.

The squad leader looked up abruptly, only to see a warrior clad in silver armor riding a deep blue mechanical horse, galloping above their heads.

The path above was rugged, with almost no footing; that guy was practically scaling walls and walking on cliffs!!

"How is this possible! How is this possible!!" the reconnaissance squad leader shouted in terror.

"How could a horse outrun a motorcycle? How could a horse possibly catch up to them!"

His worldview completely collapsed.

Whoosh— The mechanical horse gathered power and leaped, plumes of steam gushing from behind it.

Time seemed to slow down as the reconnaissance team members watched the mechanical horse streak over their heads like a meteor.

With a bang, the mechanical horse landed in front of them, blocking their path.

The warrior pulled on the reins, and the mechanical horse reared up, letting out a loud neigh.

High-temperature steam surged out.

The Australia reconnaissance squad members cried out, slamming on their brakes to turn around and try to escape in another direction.

After they drifted and turned back, several more warriors riding mechanical horses appeared before them.

All paths of retreat had been blocked!

The Australia captain shouted in terror at the radio operator: "Is the signal connected? Send the message out!"

Static— Under the radio operator's anxious tinkering, the radio actually connected.

Whoosh— A sharp sound of something piercing the air exploded, and a silver spear directly struck the radio, pinning it to a tree behind them.

The team member holding the radio was thrown aside, while the radio unit emitted black smoke, with electrical sparks flickering from time to time.

Turning back, the warrior in silver armor spoke slowly.

"Halt, everyone. His Majesty requests your presence."

...

The Australia territory was situated within a range of mines.

Various large-scale mining plants were continuously extracting minerals, with dust and black smoke lingering over the territory.

Australia general Thomas had just returned to the territory and was reporting the reconnaissance situation to Lord of Australia Gauss.

Clang, clang— The massive roar emitted by the mining operations forced them to shout at the top of their lungs.

"What! A creation of the Forbidden Ground? It has nothing to do with the Dragon Nation?" Gauss looked dissatisfied after hearing the report.

"Damn it all! If it can't serve as a frontline battlefield, who would be willing to support our military expenses?"

As a major mineral-producing nation, Australia naturally became an important source of resources for the various countries in the Alliance.

However, blindly paying out resources could not earn a good ranking on the Lord leaderboard; one must have the strength of a powerful army.

Originally, Gauss had hoped that heading south would allow him to encounter countries from the England Alliance, making Australia a frontline battlefield.

That way, the various Alliance countries would have to support them with troops.

By possessing both high resources and high combat power, then after the Dragon Nation was destroyed, Australia would naturally become a hegemon.

But now, the Wailing Mountains stood horizontally to the south of the territory, impossible to cross.

The abnormal situation appearing at the top of the mountains was also determined to be a non-human creation.

This completely dashed Gauss's hope of making Australia a battlefield to absorb troops from various countries.

Australia was too safe; it could only become a resource warehouse for other countries.

Due to the Alliance agreement, he had to provide support for the battle against the Dragon Nation.

If Australia was not on the frontline, it meant they had to keep exporting resources continuously.

"Damn it! Those vampires just want to suck our blood dry!" Gauss cursed.

"I really want to send our coordinates to those Dragon Nation guys and have them come attack us directly!"

"Marshal, you really can't expose our coordinates; the Dragon Nation's combat power is no joke!" General Thomas quickly advised.

Gauss smiled mockingly, "Of course I was just saying it casually. Can a tiny Dragon Nation scare you?"

"But even if I told them, so what? The Wailing Mountains are our greatest protective barrier; they couldn't fly over even if they wanted to."

"As a general, you are a bit too impatient. You still need to learn more from me; no matter what happens, you must handle it calmly."

"Yes, Marshal!" Thomas shouted.

"Go to the factory area and count the goods; the Alliance needs a batch of resources sent to Poland soon."

"Those Poland guys seem to be able to go south directly; they really have damn good luck."

Static— While Gauss was speaking, the radio in the Lord's room beeped rapidly once.

"What the hell is that?" Gauss asked.

Thomas's eyes flickered, "I left a forward outpost team; could it be news from them?"

"But it cut off so quickly, it might just be random interference."

"Sigh, I thought there might be some surprise." Gauss looked disgusted.

Just as he was about to adjust the radio position to see if it was static or actual news, a System prompt popped up.

[Event Triggered: Tremor of the Earth (Rank 4)]

[You have angered the Gray Plains Rock Monster Clan; prepare to face the wrath of the earth]

[Note: The frequency of attacks on the territory by the Rock Monster Clan has increased, and Rock Monster Clan traps in the wild will further increase]

"Wh, what!?" Gauss jumped up abruptly, his voice trembling.

"Th, the threat Rank, how did it, did it automatically increase!!"