Faced with 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 wizard is extremely precious, and spells cannot be wasted like cannonballs. They need to communicate with the magic network and consume the wizard's spirit to cast.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The artillery fire was still roaring.

The Thracian position was filled with smoke and everywhere
Bullet holes appeared on the towering city walls, and shells fell into the crowd, smashing the unprepared Cassander soldiers into meat paste, and even some Titan descendants were seriously injured.

"Get away! Get away!"

"Spread out! Don't gather together!"

"Why are there so many iron balls?"

"Where do they get so many spellcasters?"

"No, that's not the caster!"

Cassander's soldiers were filled with shock and anger, and had no way to deal with the attack coming from hundreds of meters away. Even the noble commanders were in a panic.

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

But the angel gods in the sky should not be underestimated. They flapped their wings and fired clusters of explosive energy that landed on the path of the charging Titan gods, and shells continued to fall from the sky.

This made it difficult for the divine army of the Kingdom of Cassander to enter the Thracian position at all, and even resulted in more than a dozen casualties.

You must know that every descendant of the gods is a valuable asset of the kingdom. They are powerful extraordinary beings who can only be born with the help of the sun god sacrificial ceremony, and they are also the backbone of the kingdom.

"Damn it."

"Shh-"

Eli slashed with his sword, chopping dozens of shells in the air into pieces, but this caused more burning shrapnel to fall like raindrops, causing the soldiers around him to wail.

"Stergen! Make them stop!"

"It's your turn to take action!"

Eli roared loudly, and the roaring sound spread throughout the battlefield and also reached the hundred-meter-high city wall.

There is a towering tower on the white city wall, and there are several soldiers guarding outside the gate.

A man in a crimson robe was resting with his eyes closed. A complex and precisely carved adamantine staff was suspended in the air, slowly rotating and emitting bursts of light patterns.

"It's so fast..."

"Does it require me to take action..."

Hearing the sound, the man slowly opened his eyes, revealing his deep blue pupils. There were magic patterns slowly rotating in his pupils.

He is Stegen Megan. Although he looks middle-aged, he is already over seventy years old. He is a grandmaster of the Cassander Arcane Legion and a powerful spellcaster who has already reached the level of legend.

But at this moment, there was a hint of surprise in Stergen's eyes.

Because it's too fast.

You know, in this protracted war, the legendary spellcasters on both sides rarely showed up, but just sat in the army, waiting for the opportunity to act, as if it had been agreed in advance.

They will only take action at critical moments in the battle and can change the situation in an instant.

As for why not take the initiative?

Spells require preparation.

As a high-level spellcaster, in the course of large-scale battles, the one who strikes last is often more advantageous than the one who strikes first - because one can gain greater results at a lower cost based on the opponent's spellcasting situation.

But the situation on the battlefield changes rapidly. If you can seize the opportunity to cause indelible losses to the enemy, seizing the initiative may not be a bad choice.

There was a gleam in Stergen's eyes.

Following his movements, an invisible bird made of pure earth 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.

"Spell?"

"No, it's more like a strange mechanical creation."

"But there aren't many fluctuations in casting spells, it's purely dependent on natural magic reactions. Interesting idea."

But when Stergen looked further away and saw the thousands of black cannons flashing with metallic luster - he immediately 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 found some ancient ruins?"

"Shh-"

A force field ball rose rapidly from the Thracian army and directly tore the detecting bird apart.

This is not surprising.

The Thracian spellcaster took action.

Stergen held the adamantium staff suspended in mid-air, his expression becoming more solemn.

"No wonder Eli is so anxious."

"However, they are wishful thinking to defeat Cassander with these inferior creations!"

There was a gleam in Stergen's eyes.

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

Stergen raised the fine gold staff in his hand, and bursts of light shone through the hollow patterns on the staff. Along with the violent fluctuations of the magic net, a complex spell model gradually took shape in the sky.

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

Then, waves distorted the space, and the shells were controlled by some invisible force. They were deflected and even reflected back to Thracian's position.

"Stop!"

“They’re back!”

"Quick, stop the bombardment! The enemy spellcaster is taking action!"

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

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

Although this is not a ninth-ring spell, due to its spell-combination characteristics and exaggerated scale, its mental consumption is no less than that of a ninth-ring spell.

Any physical attack would have difficulty penetrating it - not even a deadly artillery shell.

"Long live the Kingdom of Cassander!"

"It's Master Stergen!"

"As expected of you, the Grand Master of the Arcane Legion!"

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

But Stegen, who was the focus of everyone's attention, showed no joy at all. Instead, he tightly grasped his staff with an extremely solemn expression.

"Jagos Hearst."

He spoke the name slowly.

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

The two were once close friends and were jointly loyal to the Holy Fadlan Empire, but now, because they serve different masters, they can only meet on the bloody battlefield.

Stergen knew that this old friend would definitely take action.

"call--"

A shrill scream was heard.

Dazzling green streams of light fell from the sky and rushed straight towards the force field wall below.

"Meteor Explosion?" "No, that's Dissociation!"

The force wall blocks most attacks and spell effects, even extending into the Ethereal Plane, but it can be broken by a disintegrate spell.

This is the battle between mages.

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

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 disintegrated, with gaps appearing one after another, and finally falling apart.

And right after that, another series of blazing red meteors fell from the sky - this was the real meteor explosion!

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

Casting [Time Stop] is obviously not cost-effective. For him, Meteor Explosion is not a fatal spell, and he has countless ways to dodge it.

But for those mortal soldiers, it was a complete disaster.

"boom!"

The meteors exploded the moment they touched the ground and the city walls, creating huge explosions, and the raging flames engulfed everything around them.

The lives of thousands of Cassander's mortal soldiers disappeared in this incredibly brilliant moment, accompanied by explosions everywhere.

The lives of mortals are worthless in this war.

"Fire! Flames everywhere!"

"It hurts!"

"No, don't come here!"

"Help me! I, I'm on fire!"

There were flames everywhere on the city walls, and the Cassander soldiers who had just been cheered up were ruthlessly burned by the spells.

"Jacobs, stop!"

"Stop fighting for the rebels!"

Stergen gritted his teeth and raised the adamantium staff again, and a distorted space appeared at the top of the staff.

【Suction magic】

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

He took a step forward and poured out his stored energy, releasing a huge beam of light that rushed straight towards the Thracian army in the distance.

[Kagero Explosion]

"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 cast spells together. Dazzling light, blazing flames, dancing arcs, cold hail, and all kinds of elemental energies collided wantonly on the battlefield.

"For the Kingdom of Thrace!"

"For the Kingdom of Cassander!"

"Kill the rebels, retake the holy city, and restore the glory of Fadlan!"

"Defend the Holy City! Revitalize Fadlan!"

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

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

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

The Thracian mortal troops continued to reload their ammunition and bombarded the towering white city walls, reducing several towers to ruins - not caring at all that the sacred emblem of the sun they believed in was also engraved on the wall.

The spellcasters and the divine legion opened fire at full force, fighting each other in this battlefield that had been baptized by blood countless times. The lives of mortals were like grass here.

This is the characteristic of the Fadran 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-end forces, and mortals could often only become consumables. Only the descendants of God and spellcasters could decide the direction of the war.

After the appearance of the Thracian Kingdom's artillery, the lives of the Cassander Kingdom's soldiers became even cheaper - these poor mortals not only had to avoid the bombardment of spells and the aftermath of the battle between the Gods' Legion, but also had to keep an eye out for the shells falling from the sky.

For the two kingdoms at that time, it was very common for a battle to result in tens of thousands or even over a hundred thousand casualties. 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 several feet, and the flowing blood dyed the soil red.

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

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

Center of Teotihuacan.

Sunshine Palace.

There are ruins everywhere, but one can still see from the reliefs and walls how magnificent and luxurious the palace once was.

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

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

But the main hall of the Sun Palace, Hadrian's Palace, has become magnificent again after many renovations by the Kingdom of Cassander, and it looks quite similar to its former self.

The king of the Kingdom of Cassander, Otis Aragon, who claimed to be the legitimate heir of Fadland, 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 was extremely tall, nearly two meters tall even when sitting on the throne. His face and figure were as perfect as a master's sculpture, and his skin was like marble, without even a single flaw.

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

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

At this moment, Otis was sitting in the position where the old emperor once sat, holding the golden scepter representing supreme power, listening to the reports from his subjects at the steps.

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"That is it, Your Majesty."

Stergen held out his staff, and magical images appeared in the palace - there were hollow metals that could shoot iron balls, and some short sticks that could shoot projectiles.

"These blasphemous creations 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 among the Holy Fadlann army, so I suspect they found these weapons from some ancient ruins."

"This"

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

Otis tilted his head.

“Naven, what do you think?”

Naven walked out of the ministers' queue and hurriedly lowered his head to report:
"Your Majesty, I have seen something similar 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 Anzeta Wasteland?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Although there are slight differences in appearance and structure, these Thracian weapons are clearly from the Burning Empire."

Navin Besalius answered with great certainty. (End of this chapter)