In a way, Empress Maria gave me a good feeling.
At first, she politely thanked me for my help, but didn't make any requests of me, such as helping them fight on the battlefield.
Our meeting ended in less than five minutes. The battle was still ongoing. Now was indeed not the time for a discussion.
Even if we cleared out this part of the battlefield, even more Fire Ogres and Fire Demons would soon arrive.
The Chaos Faction didn't have any powerful individuals stronger than a certain level because there was no need for them. In a long drawn-out war of attrition, cannon fodder was the least valuable, and the Chaos Faction would never have to worry about lacking cannon fodder.
I didn't volunteer to help either. Apart from the fact that this had nothing to do with me, I also needed to recover some of my mana.
While it would indeed be nice to use AoE spells to clear out a large area, it would take a lot more time to recover mana after each attack.
The battle didn't end because of my arrival. In fact, it was quite the opposite. After a short period of silence, several powerful Fire Ogres came to investigate the situation, and their battle with the humans became even more intense.
I was only watching from the sidelines, but I still felt quite moved.
Right now, the frontline battles in the mortal plane were almost at the level of the Chaos Faction's bloody battles. San Antonio's foundational strength was indeed astonishing. No matter if it was the Sky Knight fighting in midair, the mages on the city walls, or even the ordinary city guards, they were all experienced veterans.
Powerful individuals who would be able to fight on their own in other battlefields were as numerous as the hairs on a cow here. There were several mages whose mana waves surpassed that of ordinary SemiGod mages, yet I had never even heard of their names before.
Amateurs enjoyed the show, while experts understood the ropes.
The battlefield here seemed chaotic, but there was actually order amidst the chaos. It was far from being at its limit.
The commander had the demeanor of a commander, while the bottom-level NCOs gave military orders one level at a time. However, the most eye-catching ones were the seemingly ordinary mages.
Every bit of mana was used to improve the situation on the battlefield, rather than to destroy the enemy in one go. Although this seemed petty, this was actually the core of battle mages' battle tactics.
Every bit of mana was used to improve the situation on the battlefield, rather than to destroy the enemy in one go. This might seem petty, but it was actually the true core of battle mages' battle tactics.
Every explosion would be textbook classic in terms of range and power. However, precise support would make it convenient for these warriors and mages to coordinate with each other. The other side of classic was that it would greatly conserve mana and spiritual energy, and could be replaced by someone else at any time.
After the first wave of attacks ended, the second spellcaster took over and continued to suppress the enemy with firepower for another ten minutes.
They might not be able to annihilate the enemy, but they would always be able to receive reinforcements.
I had already seen far too many people who would fight for three minutes and then rest for two hours, or fight for ten minutes and then rest for the entire night … Fine then, I admit that the Mist Alliance's mages and teamwork on the battlefield were lacking. They weren't experienced or professional enough.
The strongest country on the continent and the candidate for the strongest country on the continent might not have much of a difference in reputation, but there was an obvious difference in their foundations.
They were lacking in various aspects, lacking in some traditions and small details. All of these required time to polish.
At the very least, a new war mage training manual would be ready by the time I returned.
By dusk, the battle situation returned to how it was before, as though nothing had happened. It was as though my actions had not been forgotten.
Perhaps this was why the higher-ups on both sides had such a tacit understanding with each other. On the frontline with tens of thousands of people, individual strength was far too weak.
A thousand people gathered in one place would already fill up the entire field of vision. But when the scale of the battle increased by hundreds of thousands or even millions, even if you cleared out the entire battlefield, it would soon be filled up again.
For demons, losing thousands or tens of thousands of low-level demons was nothing at all.
Not using forbidden spells wouldn't be able to change the map or the battlefield. Using forbidden spells would result in a battle to the death. From a certain standpoint, the ultimate weapons of mass destruction on the battlefield had their own troubles as well.
It wasn't until nightfall that the battle finally ended.
At a simple welcoming banquet, Maria quite generously welcomed me. As for business deals and business deals, she gave me a name, a chief financial officer named Celan, and had my subordinates go talk to him.
Although Maria wasn't a member of the Hades Faction, we had a rather friendly relationship due to her relationship with Aillé.
Besides, compared to Winston, who was waiting for news in the capital and commanding remotely, I liked Maria much more on the frontline.
"The ancient Sun God's ruins?"
At the banquet, I directly made my request.
I felt that I hadn't lived long enough to patrol the battlefield and search for ruins that might or might not exist by myself.
Rather than being a county official, it would be better to ask the locals first.
I took out Aloyo's Holy Emblem and a sketch of Aloyo's eagle head. However, the final result was rather disappointing.
Maria directly asked the local elders about the situation, but none of them knew anything at all.
It seemed that I would have to think of a way to find the ruins myself.
Since we had some free time, Maria and I naturally started chatting about the battle. She was rather interested in my new weapon, and even asked for a copy of my new weapon.
However, I could tell that she wasn't very interested. She was more polite than interested.
It was obvious that she was quite confident in San Antonio's traditional military strength and mages. At the very least, the current battle situation wasn't out of her control.
As we chatted, we ended up talking about the demons and the Chaos Abyss.
While I was hesitating, Maria told me about a dream that kept recurring in her mind. In the dream, she would constantly kill and be killed by others.
"What you think about in the day is what you dream about at night. Don't think too much about it."
I wasn't interested in the sentimentality of a "little girl". I had intended to casually respond, but I didn't expect to hear a familiar name.
"You're also a mage. You should understand how important dreams are to us. Sometimes, dreams are a mirror that connects us to a certain dimension. Sometimes, they're a prophecy that guides us in the right direction. Recently, I've been dreaming that I've been killed, but the one who died isn't me … I can't explain it. It's such a strange feeling, as if you're both the murderer and the victim."
Maria was rather confused and dazed. She had asked her "adopted father" for help, but her adopted father told her that the man before her was an expert in the study of the soul, and that he might be able to help her.
Also, for some reason, even though this was the first time she had met him, she felt that he was trustworthy.
"I've been having these dreams ever since I was young. Many faces have appeared as a killer. But recently, I've been dying more and more frequently. My killer, that silver-haired half-demon, is called 'Eliza' by 'me'. I even call her sister in my dreams and ask her why she's so cruel. "
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