Chapter 421 The King's Surprise (4k)

Faced with the dense artillery bombardment formed by the Thracian army relying on the accumulation of artillery, the Cassander Kingdom was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses.

After all, every mage is extremely precious, and spells cannot be wasted like artillery shells. They need to communicate with the magic network and consume the spirit of the mage to cast.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The artillery fire is still whistling.

The Thracian position is filled with smoke and everywhere

Bullet holes appeared on the towering walls. The shells fell into the crowd, smashing the unprepared Cassander soldiers into meat paste, and even some Titans were seriously injured.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Disperse! Don't gather together!"

"Why are there so many iron balls?"

"Where did they get so many spellcasters?"

"No, that's not a spellcaster!"

The soldiers of Cassander were shocked and angry. They had no way to deal with the attack from hundreds of meters away. Even the noble commanders were in a panic.

The Titans wanted to rush over with their tall and strong bodies to smash the things that fired the shells.

But the angels in the air should not be underestimated. They flapped their wings and fired clusters of explosive energy, which fell on the way of the Titans, and shells continued to fall from the sky.

This made it difficult for the Gods of the Kingdom of Cassander to enter the Thracian position, and even more than a dozen casualties occurred.

You must know that every God is a valuable asset of the kingdom. This is a powerful extraordinary person who can only be born with the help of the sun god sacrifice ceremony, and is also the backbone of the kingdom.

"Damn it."

"Shua——"

Elai chopped with a knife, cutting dozens of shells in the air into pieces, but more flaming shrapnel fell like raindrops, causing the soldiers around him to wail.

"Stergen! Let them stop!"

"It's your turn!"

Elai roared loudly, and the roaring sound spread across the battlefield and also reached the towering city wall of 100 meters.

The tall tower on the white wall, with several soldiers guarding outside the door.

A man in a crimson robe was resting with his eyes closed, and the intricately carved fine gold staff was suspended in the air, slowly rotating, releasing waves of light patterns.

"It's so fast..."

"Do I need to take action..."

Hearing this voice, the man slowly opened his eyes, revealing his deep blue eyes, with magic patterns slowly rotating in his pupils.

He was Stergen Megan. Although he looked only middle-aged, he was already over seventy years old. He was a supermaster of the Kassander Arcane Corps and a powerful spellcaster who had already reached the legendary level.

But at this moment, Stergen's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

Because it was too fast.

You know, in this protracted war, the legendary spellcasters of both sides rarely appeared, but just sat in the army, waiting for an opportunity to move, as if they had agreed in advance.

They would only take action at the critical moment of the battle, and they could change the situation in an instant.

As for why they didn't take the initiative?

Spells need to be prepared.

As a high-level spellcaster, in the process of large-scale battles, the last move is often more advantageous than the first move - because according to the opponent's spellcasting situation, you can exchange greater results at a lower cost.

But the battlefield situation changes rapidly. If you can seize the opportunity to cause indelible losses to the enemy, it is not a bad choice to seize the initiative.

A glimmer flashed in Stergen's eyes.

As he moved, an invisible bird made of pure elements flapped its wings and flew high into the sky.

Suddenly, a bird's-eye view of the battlefield appeared in his eyes, and the arcs drawn by the shells made his pupils shrink slightly.

"Spells?"

"No, it's more like a strange machine."

"But there is not much fluctuation in casting, purely relying on natural magic reactions? Interesting idea"

But when Stergen saw the farther area and saw the thousands of black cannons shining with metallic luster - he frowned immediately.

"How come there are so many?"

"This is definitely not something that the Thracian Kingdom can produce in a short period of time. Could it be that - they found some ancient ruins?"

"Swish -"

I saw a force field ball rising rapidly from the Thracian Kingdom's army formation, directly tearing the detecting bird apart.

This is not surprising.

The Thracian spellcaster took action.

Stergen held the adamantium staff suspended in the air, and his expression became more solemn.

"No wonder Eli is so anxious."

"But... they are wishful thinking to defeat Cassander with these inferior creations!"

Stergen's eyes flashed.

Along with the ripples of space, he instantly disappeared from the tower and appeared out of thin air in the sky outside the city wall.

Stergen raised the adamantium staff in his hand, and the hollow lines revealed bursts of light. Along with the violent fluctuations of the magic net, a complex spell model gradually formed in the sky.

Finally, a barrier made of pure force appeared, covering almost half of the sky, blocking all shells and flames.

Then, waves of waves distorted the space, and those shells were controlled by some invisible force, and they were deflected and even reflected back to Thrace's position.

"Stop!"

"They are back!"

"Quick, stop the shelling! The other side's spellcaster has taken action!"

There was an uproar in the Thracian position, and their offensive came to an abrupt end. Only the angels were still pouring out their strength, trying to break it from the outside.

This is the power of the legendary wizard, which is enough to turn the tide of the battle with one move - it is a spell that combines [Advanced Force Wall] with [Force Field Deflection].

Although this is not a nine-ring spell, due to its spell combination characteristics and exaggerated scale, it consumes as much mental energy as the nine-ring spell.

Any physical attack is difficult to break through - even deadly artillery shells.

"Long live the Kingdom of Cassander!"

"It's Lord Stergen!"

"You are worthy of being the Grand Master of the Arcane Legion!"

Cheers came from the towering walls of Teotihuacan. The soldiers felt safe and excited because of this indestructible barrier.

But Stergen, who was the focus of everyone's attention, had no joy. Instead, he held his staff tightly with an extremely solemn expression.

"Jacobs Hurst."

He slowly said the name.

That was a legendary spellcaster belonging to the Thracian Kingdom and also his former classmate.

The two had once been close friends and were loyal to the Holy Fadlan Empire, but now they could only meet on the bloody battlefield because they served different masters.

Stergen knew that this old friend would definitely take action.

"Whoosh--"

A sharp scream sounded.

Dazzling green streamers fell from the sky and rushed straight to the force field wall below.

"Meteor Explosion?"

"No, that's Dissociation!"

The force field wall can block most attacks and spell effects, and can even extend to the etheric plane, but it can be destroyed by Dissociation.

This is the contest between mages.

Only by knowing the specific situation of your own and the opponent's spells and understanding the restraint relationship between spells can you exert their greatest effect.

I saw those "meteors" hit the barrier one after another.

At the moment when the two spells came into contact with each other, the invisible force field wall was instantly disintegrated, and gaps appeared one after another, and finally fell apart.

Following closely, another series of blazing red meteors fell from the sky - this was a real meteor explosion!

At this time, Stergen had no time to build up defenses again.

And casting [Time Stop] was obviously not cost-effective. For him, the meteor explosion was not a fatal spell, and he had countless ways to dodge.

But for those mortal soldiers, this was a complete natural disaster.

"Boom!"

The meteors burst the moment they touched the ground and the city wall, creating a huge explosion, and the raging flames engulfed everything around.

The lives of thousands of mortal soldiers of Cassander disappeared in this extremely gorgeous moment accompanied by explosions everywhere.

The lives of mortals are like grass in this war.

"Fire! There are flames everywhere!"

"It hurts!"

"No, don't come over!"

"Save me! I, I'm burning!"

The walls were full of flames, and the Cassander soldiers who had just been excited were burned mercilessly by the spell.

"Jacobs, stop!"

"Stop fighting for the rebels!"

Stergen gritted his teeth and raised the adamantium staff again, with a distorted space appearing on the top.

[Absorbing Magic]

Suddenly, the hot energy generated by the meteor explosion surged from the surroundings, stored in the distorted space, and turned into energy for Stergen to cast the next spell.

He took a step forward, poured out the stored energy, released a huge beam of light, and rushed straight to the Thracian army in the distance.

[Sunburst]

"Boom!"

A charred mark suddenly appeared on the ground, and the pillar of fire engulfed countless mortals in an instant, turning them into ashes.

"Arcane Legion!"

"Support Lord Stergen!"

At the same time, the arcane legions of both sides also cast spells together, dazzling light, blazing flames, jumping arcs, cold hail, and various elemental energies collided wantonly on the battlefield.

"For the Thracian Kingdom!"

"For the Cassander Kingdom!"

"Kill the rebels, take back the holy city, and rebuild the glory of Fadlan!"

"Defend the holy city! Revitalize Fadlan!"

"We are the orthodoxy of Fadlan! Only His Majesty Otis can restore the former glory!"

"Praise the sun god Amaunator! Punish the Cassander rebels!"

The Titans and Angels also occupied the ground and the sky, shouting their own slogans, fighting in the wilderness and killing each other.

The Thracian mortal troops continued to load ammunition and bombarded the towering white walls, turning several towers into ruins - not caring at all that the walls also had the sun god emblem they believed in.

The spellcasters and the God Legion opened fire at full power, and tore and killed on this battlefield that had experienced countless blood baptisms. The lives of mortals were like grass here.

This is the characteristic of Fadlan's military system.

Because they relied on the grace of God to rise, the high-level forces of the army were extremely disconnected from the low-level forces, and mortals were often reduced to consumables. Only the descendants of God and spellcasters could decide 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 descendants of God, but also had to pay attention to the shells falling from the sky.

For the two kingdoms at that time, it was common for a battle to have tens of thousands of casualties, or even more than 100,000. A battlefield with descendants of gods, legendary wizards, and artillery was a complete meat grinder.

The brutal battle lasted for two days and two nights.

The earth became riddled with holes, the walls of the holy city were studded with shells, the ground of the wasteland was cut down by several feet, and the flowing blood dyed the soil red.

After paying a tragic price and leaving thousands of corpses in front of the city wall, the more powerful Cassander Kingdom finally defended the "Sunlight City" Teotihuacan.

But there was no winner in this battle. Both Cassander and Thrace paid the price of tens of thousands of casualties, including dozens of noble descendants of gods.

The center of Teotihuacan.

The Sunlight Palace.

There were broken walls and ruins everywhere, but the reliefs and walls still showed that the palace was once magnificent and luxurious.

This was once the residence of the "Sun Emperor" Aragon I. After many large-scale constructions, he built a magnificent palace complex here, which once amazed and praised the creatures from the heavens.

But when the war spread to Teotihuacan, the palace changed hands several times and became the dilapidated appearance it is today.

But the main hall of the Sunlight Palace, Hadrian Palace, has become magnificent again after many repairs by the Kingdom of Cassander, and it looks a bit like the past.

And the king of the Kingdom of Cassander, Otis Aragon, who claims to be the legitimate heir of Fadlan, has lived here for a long time.

Deep in the palace, on the huge and exquisite golden throne, sat a man in gorgeous heavy armor and holding a golden scepter.

He was extremely tall, and even when sitting on the throne, he was nearly two meters tall. His face and figure were as perfect as the sculptures of the masters, and his skin was like marble, without even a trace of flaws.

Behind him there are circles of light emitting sunlight, and there are sun patterns in his pupils, which are the characteristics brought by the divine blood flowing in the High Heaven - this is Otis Aragon.

As the eldest son of Aragon I, he is over 110 years old and has received the gifts of the sun god several times. Amaunator has given him the power comparable to the High Heaven, and he is therefore known as "the man closest to the Sun Emperor".

At this moment, Otis is sitting in the position where the old emperor once was, holding the golden scepter representing the supreme power, listening to the reports of the subjects under 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 the noble descendants of gods, which brings us a lot of trouble."

"As far as I know, there is no such legacy in the army of Holy Fadlan, so I suspect that they found these weapons from some ancient ruins."

"This"

At this time, Naven Besalius, who was standing on both sides of the palace, suddenly screamed.

Otis turned his head.

"Naven, what do you think?"

Naven walked out of the queue of ministers and hurriedly lowered his head to report:

"Your Majesty, I have seen similar things in the Burning Empire! This seems to be their main armament!"

Otis leaned forward slightly, his golden pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in them.

"Are you talking about the Burning Empire in the Great Wasteland of Anzeta?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Although there are subtle differences in appearance and structure, these weapons in Thrace are obviously from the Burning Empire."

Naven Besalius answered with particular certainty. (End of this chapter)