A black floating city suddenly appeared in the sky above Starwood City. Not only did this frighten the undead, even the ordinary people on our side were even more terrified.
After all, compared to the spiraling undead, the floating city was right above their heads. That pitch-black magical barrier gave off an abnormal sense of evil and insecurity. And if the floating city descended any further … Starwood City wouldn't even exist anymore.
In order to avoid any misunderstandings, I generously allowed everyone to enter this floating city. Unfortunately, very few people actually dared to enter.
Still, there was a city above and below Starwood City, which could provide cover for each other's firepower and combat strength. This was indeed a highly cost-effective defensive formation.
"… All targets have been locked on. All coordinates have been reset. Forbidden spell: Lost Crossroads."
Nobody expected that the first to attack would be the defending humans. As Harloys finished her long incantation, a tremendous amount of mana was buffed by the mage tower and transformed into a real attack.
Since the undead were retreating, we should conserve mana? Too young, too boring … Ahem, ahem, my elders had said it well. Don't try to make a big fuss out of nothing. You should be practical. If we really missed this opportunity to ambush the undead, that would truly expose the fact that we didn't have enough mana.
If you actively exposed your weakness, then it would truly be time for the undead to attack.
Of course, we indeed didn't have much mana left. That was why I unhesitatingly asked Harloys to use up all her mana and cast her most dangerous spell.
Another foundational difference between Saint rank mages was that they could cast forbidden spells. Of course, the power and effect of a forbidden spell would depend on the caster.
Black magical rings appeared in the chosen location. These abnormal black rings intersected with each other and started spinning on their own, as if they were black balls that were absorbing light. They spun faster and faster, and soon, sixteen self-spinning black balls appeared in the sky.
"What's the point of this?"
Harloys' abnormal spell caused the undead to retreat even more vigorously. Everyone knew that the mage tower wouldn't waste mana for nothing.
However, their retreat had been within Harloys' calculations from the very start. When considering Harloys' tremendous magical knowledge, a forbidden spell that she cast at the Saint rank would definitely be the most dangerous forbidden spell of the same rank.
The black ball of light grew larger and larger, and a strange fluctuation spread through the air. Then, the flying bone dragons and gargoyles flapped their wings with all their might in an attempt to escape from the black ball, but in the end … they flew directly toward the black ball!
The flying undead panicked and tried to fly up, but suddenly fell to the ground like a meteor. The magic wings that were flapping with all their might actually accelerated the process of their descent.
"Boom!"
An unlucky Gargoyle was directly shattered into pieces. A Bone Dragon happened to crash into an underground tower. Before it could figure out which direction it was heading in, the mercenaries and the city defense cannons, which it had long since ignored, ignited it.
The sky was a complete mess. Most of the flying undead were flying upside down, and soon, their flying directions became irregular. They could fly horizontally, diagonally, or even upside down. Apart from flying straight, anything was possible … Let me take back what I said just now. There was a fellow that was flying straight, and it seemed to have found a way to deal with the situation. A horrifying smile appeared on its face, and it flew straight towards the ground with a joyful expression …
"Boom!"
The undead in the sky were just like a bunch of headless flies. It was impossible to predict their abnormal flying paths. But, even if the undead didn't die when they directly crashed into the ground, it was likely that they wouldn't be able to fly again.
In fact, even those powerful Undead Lords were colliding with each other and falling from the sky. I even saw it.
I could now tell that the small ball in the sky had no attack power at all. However, it was capable of changing the direction of gravity around it. No, it wasn't as simple as that. High-level undead wouldn't be so easy to deal with. This was most likely a compound forbidden spell. Perhaps it was also a psychological suggestion that would cause the undead's sense of direction and balance to become unbalanced.
"… 59 points. The most important part is that you'll fail the test. This is a triple forbidden spell that also has illusions. In their eyes, the world is still normal. But in a chaotic environment, believing that everything is normal is the most fatal. "
Harloys had an exhausted expression as she walked down the spellcaster platform. As she walked, she transformed back into her cat form. She jumped onto my shoulder and yawned as she began to doze off. No matter if it was from our soul connection or from her physical appearance, I could tell that she was extremely weak. It would seem that this spell had indeed drained her dry.
I suddenly understood. This spell affected flying undead in all three aspects: vision, body sense, and gravity. The undead's outstanding resistance actually made the magic's effects even more difficult to predict. This was a forbidden spell that would be more difficult to deal with the more conscious the undead was. Doing nothing and waiting for the magic's effects to pass would actually be the safest. The more you tried to save yourself, the easier it would be for problems to occur.
Vision was an illusory spell, body sense was a type of mental magic, and gravity magic was a type of magic that wasn't popular to begin with. At the very least, very few people knew that gravity magic was an extension of the incredibly difficult spatial magic.
"… Basically, to cast this spell, you need to simultaneously reach the Saint-rank in terms of illusion, mental magic, and space magic. This might be even more difficult than becoming a SemiGod. It must have been hard on you to cast such a spell when you're only at the Saint-rank."
I felt mysteriously displeased when I sensed how weak the silly cat was … I wouldn't feel any heartache or guilt. I was just displeased. That was why I also walked onto the spellcaster platform and began to focus on casting.
"You can't find the direction? Fine, I'll point you in the right direction. Listen to my command, Eternal Ice River … "
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"When the main battle reaches a stalemate, and the living's walls are being destroyed one by one, and the undead are preparing to begin their massacre, a young hero leads an adventuring team into the enemy's camp, ambushing and killing the undead's Undead Emperor, saving the world in the end! This is basically an epic storyline! Still, it sounds rather familiar … "
"Of course, wasn't this the same ending during the Yongye Calamity from over one hundred years ago? Could it be that we're the heroes this time? "
Although the mercenaries' boorish voices were being suppressed, they were unable to suppress the excitement in their hearts. Mercenaries fought for the sake of wealth and fame, and what could be more profitable than being a legendary hero? As long as they could obtain fame, the benefits would naturally follow.
"… You still don't know that Emperor Yongye from back then is right behind you. He was the one who came up with this ambush plan."
Barton, the leader of the adventuring team, inwardly commented. However, he had an expression of anger on his face. He suddenly glared at the adventuring team members, causing them to shut up.
Currently, they were in the forest outside the ruins. Even though the undead's sentinels didn't intend to patrol the forest, it would be foolish to make noise and attract trouble.
That's right, Barton knew about Roland's identity. Roland, who greatly valued Barton's future, not only told Barton the truth, he even mentioned his future plans and gave Barton an invitation that far surpassed Barton's current abilities.
"The commander of the Dawn Project and the Dawn army? That's quite a generous offer … "
Originally, even though Barton was facing a legendary hero, he still didn't take this invitation to heart. This wasn't because he looked down on Roland. It was because he still believed that the world's major events had nothing to do with a commoner like him. However, he didn't expect that sometimes fate wouldn't give you the chance to refuse such an important task.
Barton didn't even mention that his adopted daughter was an android. According to Roland, it was a scheme of some powerful existence that had been able to take Karwenz away from the ruins back then. This meant that Barton had been involved in all this trouble from the very start.
Barton couldn't help but recall what Roland had said before he left as he looked at his adopted daughter, who had just woken up from a deep sleep and had a fatigued expression.
"With danger looming over us, you can leave since it has nothing to do with you. However, your daughter Katerina will be hunted down by the Undead Emperors and that ghost hiding in the ruins no matter where she goes. That's because she's the true inheritor of that civilization's ruins!"
Barton's blood was boiling in his veins. He was no idiot, nor was he a coward. As someone who loved his daughter dearly, this bald man had the courage to challenge the Gods for his daughter's sake. And now, he knew that in order to protect his daughter, who was destined to be extraordinary, he would have to give up on this commoner mentality of muddling through life.
"Perhaps no matter what the result of this incident is, I'll have to consider his invitation. I'll have to protect Karwenz against all sorts of threats … "
Barton glared at the young mercenaries who were trying to curry favor with Catalina.
"… No matter where this threat comes from, I need power!"
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