Facing the intensive artillery bombardment of the Thracian army relying on the accumulation of artillery, the Kingdom of Cassander was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses.
After all, every mage is extremely precious, and spells cannot be squandered like cannonballs. They need to communicate with the magic network and consume the mage's energy to cast.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The artillery fire was still howling.
The Thracian position was filled with smoke, everywhere
Bullet holes appeared one after another on the towering city walls, and the shells fell into the crowd, smashing the unprepared Cassander soldiers into pieces. Some Titans were even seriously injured as a result.
"Get away! Get away!"
"Spread out! Don't crowd together!"
"How come there are so many iron balls?"
"Where did they get so many spellcasters?"
"No, that's not the caster!"
Cassander's soldiers were frightened and angry, unable to do anything about the attack from hundreds of meters away. Even the noble commanders were in a hurry.
The Titans wanted to use their tall and strong bodies to rush over and smash those things that fired cannonballs.
But the angels in the air should not be underestimated. They waved their wings and fired out bursts of bursting energy, which fell on the path of the Titans' charge. Shells continued to fall from high in the sky.
This made it difficult for the god-born legions of the Kingdom of Cassander to enter the Thracian position, and there were even more than a dozen casualties.
You must know that every god descendant is a valuable asset of the kingdom. They are powerful extraordinary beings who can be born with the help of the Sun God sacrificial ceremony, and they are also the mainstay of the kingdom.
"Damn."
"Shua——"
Eli slashed with his knife, cutting dozens of artillery shells in the air into pieces, but more flaming shrapnel fell like raindrops, making the soldiers around him wail repeatedly.
"Steergen! Make them stop!"
"It's your turn!"
Eli roared loudly, and the roaring sound spread throughout the battlefield and also reached the 100-meter-high city wall.
There are tall towers on the white city wall, and there are several soldiers guarding the gate.
A man in a crimson robe was closing his eyes to meditate. A complex and precisely carved adamantine staff was suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating, releasing bursts of light patterns.
"It's so fast..."
"Do you need me to take action..."
Hearing this sound, the man slowly opened his eyes, revealing his dark blue pupils, with patterns of magic circles slowly rotating in them.
He is Stergen Megen. Although he looks only middle-aged, he is already over seventy years old. He is the grand master of Cassander's Arcane Legion and a powerful spellcaster who has already reached the legend.
But at this moment, there was a hint of surprise in Stergen's eyes.
Because it's too fast.
You must know that in this protracted war, the legendary spellcasters from both sides rarely showed up. They just sat in the army and waited for opportunities to act, just like they had agreed in advance.
They will only take action at the critical moment of the battle, and they can change the situation of the battle in an instant.
As for why not take the lead?
Spells require preparation.
As a high-ranking spellcaster, in large-scale battles, the second mover often has an advantage over the first mover - because according to the opponent's spellcasting situation, greater results can be obtained at a smaller cost.
However, the battlefield situation is changing rapidly. If seizing the opportunity can cause indelible losses to the enemy, seizing the opportunity may not be a bad choice.
Stergen's eyes flickered.
Following his movements, an invisible bird made of pure earth elements vibrated its wings and flew high into the sky.
Suddenly, an overlooking view of the battlefield appeared in his eyes, and the arcs drawn by the shells made his pupils shrink.
"Spell?"
"No, it's more like a magical creation."
"But there is not much fluctuation in spellcasting. It relies purely on natural magic reactions. Interesting idea"
But when Stergen looked beyond the area and saw the thousands of black artillery pieces flashing with metallic luster - he suddenly frowned.
"Why are there so many?"
"This is definitely not something that the Thracian Kingdom can produce in a short period of time. Could it be that they have found some ancient ruins?"
"Shua——"
I saw a force field ball rising rapidly from the Thracian Kingdom's military formation, directly tearing apart the detecting bird.
This is not surprising.
The Thracian spellcaster took action.
Stergen held the adamantine staff suspended in mid-air, and the expression on his face became more solemn.
"No wonder Eli is so anxious."
"However, they are wishful thinking in trying to defeat Cassander with these inferior creations!"
Stergen's eyes flashed.
Following ripples in the space, he instantly disappeared from the tower and appeared out of thin air high in the sky outside the city wall.
Stergen raised the adamantine staff in his hand, bursts of light emerged from the hollow lines, and with the violent fluctuations of the magic network, complex spell models gradually formed in the sky.
Finally, a barrier composed of pure force appeared, covering almost half of the sky, blocking all cannonballs and flames.
Immediately afterwards, bursts of fluctuations distorted the space, and the cannonballs were controlled by some invisible force. They deflected out and even reflected back to the Thracian position.
"Stop!"
"They are back!"
"Quick, stop the bombardment! The opponent's spellcaster has taken action!"
There was an uproar in the Thracian position, and their offensive came to an abrupt end. Only the angel gods were still pouring out their strength, trying to crush it from the outside.
This is the power of the legendary mage, one strike is enough to turn the tide of the battle - it is a spell that combines [High Force Wall Technique] with [Force Field Deflection].
Although this is not a nine-ring spell, due to its combination of spells and exaggerated scale, its mental consumption is no less than that of the nine-ring spell.
It is difficult to break through any physical attack - even deadly projectiles.
"Long live the Kingdom of Cassander!"
"It's Lord Stergen!"
"As expected of the Grand Master of the Arcane Legion!"
Cheers came from the towering walls of Teotihuacan. The soldiers felt safe and excited because of this impenetrable barrier.
But Stergen, who had attracted the attention of everyone, was not happy at all. Instead, he clenched his staff and looked extremely solemn.
"Jacos Hearst."
He said the name slowly.
That was a legendary spellcaster belonging to the Thracian Kingdom and his former classmate.
The two used to be each other's confidants and shared allegiance to the Holy Fadland Empire. But now, because they are their own masters, they can only meet each other on the bloody battlefield.
Stergen knew that his old friend would definitely take action.
"Hoo——"
A piercing scream sounded.
Dazzling green streams of light fell from the sky, rushing straight towards the force field wall below.
"Meteor explosion?" "No, that's dissociation!"
The force wall blocks most attacks and spells, and can even extend into the Ethereal Plane, but it can be destroyed by the disintegrate spell.
This is the battle between mages.
Only by being familiar with the specific conditions of one's own and the opponent's spells, and understanding the restraint relationship between spells, can the maximum effect be exerted.
I saw those "meteors" hitting the barrier one after another.
The moment the two spells came into contact with each other, the invisible force field wall was instantly separated, gaps appeared one after another, and finally fell apart.
And immediately after, another stream of blazing red meteors fell from the sky - this is the real meteor explosion!
At this time, Stergen had no time to build protection again.
It is obviously not cost-effective to cast [Time Stop]. For him, meteor burst is not a fatal spell. He has countless ways to dodge it.
But to those mortal soldiers, this was a complete natural disaster.
"Boom!"
The meteors exploded the moment they touched the ground and city walls, creating huge explosions, and the raging tongues of fire swallowed up everything around them.
The lives of thousands of Cassander's mortal soldiers disappeared in this extremely gorgeous moment accompanied by explosions that echoed everywhere.
Mortal lives are as insignificant in this war.
"Fire! Flames everywhere!"
"It hurts!"
"No, don't come over!"
"Help me! I, I'm burning!"
The city walls were filled with fire, and Cassander's soldiers, who had just cheered up, were burned mercilessly by spells.
"Jagos, stop!"
"Stop fighting for the rebels!"
Stergen gritted his teeth and raised the adamantine staff again, and a twisted space appeared at the top.
【Absorb Magic】
Suddenly, the blazing energy generated by those meteor bursts surged from the surroundings, was stored in the twisted space, and turned into the energy for Stergen's next spell.
He took a step forward and poured out the stored energy, releasing a huge beam of light that rushed straight towards the Thracian army in the distance.
【Yang Yan Explosion】
"Boom!"
A black mark suddenly appeared on the ground, and the pillar of fire swallowed up countless mortals in an instant, turning them into ashes.
"Arcane Legion!"
"Support Lord Stergen!"
At the same time, the arcane legions from both sides also cast spells. Dazzling brilliance, blazing flames, beating arcs, cold hail, and various elemental energies collided wantonly on the battlefield.
"For the Kingdom of Thracia!"
"For the Kingdom of Cassander!"
"Kill the rebels, take back the holy city, and rebuild the glory of Fadlan!"
"Defend the Holy City! Revitalize Fadland!"
"We are the orthodoxy of Fadland! Only His Majesty Otis can restore his past glory!"
"Praise the sun god Amaunator! Punish Cassander's rebels!"
The Titans and Angels also occupied the ground and the sky respectively, shouting their own slogans, fighting endlessly in the wilderness, and fighting together.
The mortal troops of Thrace continued to reload their ammunition and bombarded the towering white city walls, turning several towers into ruins - not caring that there was also the sacred emblem of the sun they believed in on the wall.
The spellcasters and the god-born legions were firing on all cylinders, killing to their heart's content on this battlefield that had experienced countless blood baptisms. Mortal lives were like insignificant things here.
This is the characteristic of the French military system.
Because they rely on divine grace to rise, the high-level power of the army is extremely disconnected from the low-end power. Mortals can often be reduced to consumables. Only gods and spellcasters can determine the direction of the war.
After the emergence of the artillery of the Kingdom of Thrace, the lives of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Cassander became even cheaper-these poor mortals not only had to avoid the bombardment of spells and the aftermath of the battle between the divine legions, but they also had to always pay attention to the cannonballs falling from the sky.
For the two kingdoms at this time, it was very common for a battle to kill tens of thousands or even more than 100,000 people. A battlefield with gods, legendary mages, and artillery was a complete meat grinder.
The brutal fighting lasted for two days and two nights.
The earth became riddled with holes, the walls of the Holy City were studded with cannonballs, the ground of the wasteland was cut several feet lower, and the flowing blood dyed the soil red.
After paying a heavy price and leaving thousands of corpses in front of the city wall, the Kingdom of Cassander, which had stronger strength, finally defended the "Sunlit City" Teotihuacan.
But there was no winner in this battle. Both Cassander and Thrace paid tens of thousands of casualties, including dozens of noble gods each.
Teotihuacan Center.
Rihui Palace.
There are ruins everywhere, but you can still see from the reliefs and walls how majestic and luxurious this palace once was.
This was once the place where the "Sun Emperor" Aragorn I lived. After many large-scale constructions, he built a magnificent palace complex here, which once amazed and praised the creatures from the heavens.
But after the war broke into Teotihuacan, the palace changed hands several times and became the dilapidated appearance it is today.
But the main hall of the Rihui Palace, Hadrian's Palace, has once again become splendid and magnificent after many renovations by the Kingdom of Cassander, looking somewhat like the past.
The king of the Kingdom of Cassander, Otis Aragon, who claims to be the legitimate heir of Fadland, has lived here for a long time.
Deep in the palace, on the huge and exquisite golden throne, sat a man wearing gorgeous heavy armor and holding a golden scepter.
He is unusually tall, nearly two meters tall even when sitting on the throne. His face and figure are as perfect as a master's sculpture, and his skin is like marble, without even a single flaw.
There are circles of light emitting sunlight behind him, and there are patterns of the sun in his pupils, which are the characteristics brought by the divine blood flowing in the supreme sky - this is Otis Aragon.
As the eldest son of Aragorn I, he is more than 110 years old. He has received several gifts from the Sun God. Amaunata has given him a power comparable to that of the Supreme Heaven, and he is therefore known as "the one closest to the Sun Emperor." man".
At this moment, Otis is sitting where the old emperor once was, holding the golden scepter representing supreme power, listening to the reports of his subjects at the foot of the steps.
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"Your Majesty, that's it."
Stergen stretched out his staff, and magical images appeared in the palace - among them were hollow metals that could shoot iron balls, and some short sticks that could shoot projectiles.
"These blasphemous creations can allow mortals to harm noble gods, causing us a lot of trouble."
"As far as I know, there is no such heritage in Holy Fadlan's army, so I suspect they found these weapons from some ancient ruins."
"This"
At this time, Naven Besarius, who was standing on both sides of the palace, suddenly screamed.
Otis tilted his head.
"Naven, what do you have in mind?"
Naven walked out of the queue of ministers and hurriedly lowered his head to report:
"Your Majesty, I have seen something similar in the Ember Empire! This seems to be their main armament!"
Otis leaned forward slightly, and his golden pupils shrank slightly, with a hint of imperceptible surprise flashing through them.
"You mean the Burning Empire in the Anzeta Wasteland?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Although there are subtle differences in appearance and structure, these Thracian weapons obviously come from the Ember Empire."
Naveen Besarius replied with great certainty. (End of chapter)