When the Planar War reached the fifth hour, the Thunder Roc Assault Team, which had arrived late, hurriedly joined the battle.
This also indicated that the cruel and bloody battle of attrition on the ground had lost its meaning, and the focus of the war had shifted from the ground to the sky.
The Beastmen had gathered a total of 60 experts that were at least Grade 3, and most of them were sturdy Beastman Warriors and Shamans. The rest were experts from other races.
The Beastman Warriors and Shamans were either riding on Mammoth War Elephants or Thunder Roc. They charged wildly from both the ground and the sky towards the tall Teleportation Gate that was still swallowing the otherworld creatures.
The real battle that would decide the outcome of this Planar War had just begun!
Perhaps it was because the Witches saw that the Beastmen had turned out in full force, but they didn't hold back any longer, and they used all sorts of methods to fly into the sky. Among them, the leader of the Witches of Death, Cthuna, was the most eye-catching. She rode on the Grade 4 Zombie Dragon Artest and soared into the sky, blocking the Beastmen's path.
The Planar War had always been a battle of life and death, and there was no possibility of peaceful coexistence.
Hence, there was no need for both sides to talk or negotiate, and they immediately took up their stances and charged at each other the moment they met.
One had to admit that the Beastman Warriors were brave and fierce, and their offensive power was off the charts after reaching the High Tier. They could kill anything that stood in their way. Unfortunately, they still had a huge flaw: they couldn't fly, and they couldn't launch long-range attacks.
The Beastman Warriors were like natural Elemental Insulators, and the number of Beastmen that could grasp the Elemental Innate Talent to become Shamans was less than one in ten thousand, and the probability was one in twenty for the Humans and one in four hundred for the Elves.
Hence, even after the Beastman Warriors advanced to the High Tier, they couldn't convert their Life Energy into a powerful Battle Energy like the Humans and Elves, and they couldn't grasp some powerful short-range combat skills. Even if they advanced to the High Tier, they would only gain a stronger physique, stronger explosive power, and better magic resistance and recovery.
Apart from that, they had nothing!
The Witches weren't afraid of such High Tier Warriors, even if they were Battle Gods!
Both sides quickly approached each other in the sky, and when they were less than 500 meters apart, the first wave of long-range attacks exploded.
On the Orc Camp's side, only the 30 Thunder Rocs and the Orc Shamans could launch long-range attacks.
Before the dazzling thunderstorm and huge fireballs could even get close to the witches, they were engulfed by a wave of even more gorgeous and terrifying Witchcraft Torrent. The Orcs then took the opportunity to wipe out the entire Orc assault troop.
The Grade 3 Thunder Rocs were still able to conjure up lightning barriers to protect themselves and the orcs on their backs, enduring the violent waves of witchcraft. The lightning barrier around the Level 2 Thunder Roc did not even last for three seconds before it exploded into a storm of lightning. The Thunder Roc players could only groan in pain as they hurriedly dodged the frightening spells.
As for the many experts of the eagle-bodied people who were following closely behind Lei Peng, they flapped their wings and flew swiftly, charging left and right amidst the dense and misty witchcraft attacks. They did not have magic to protect their bodies, nor did they have the protection of scales. Their soft and fragile wings were swept by the aftermath of witchcraft, and they screamed and fell to the ground.
A fall of less than a hundred meters in the air was not enough to kill them, but what awaited them below were ugly zombies who looked up at the sky and let out strange cries.
With just this one attack, the Orc assault troop had lost a third of its strength.
Those who fell from the sky would have to cross the battlefield's space of almost a thousand meters in order to reach the Teleportation Gate, as well as the countless terrifying undead that filled the gap. Don't think that these strange cries of undead with sticky saliva in their mouths are easy to deal with.
No one knew where the high-level undead that were as high as Grade 3 or 4 were hidden within their dense ranks. The low-profile Liches could casually use Finger of Death or Order: Death to instantly kill those unlucky fellows who did not have enough mental fortitude.
The Orcs who only focused on training their physical bodies and rarely trained their mental fortitude were undoubtedly such unlucky fellows!
The spell battle in the sky had undoubtedly attracted Grimm's attention, but what attracted him even more was the falling Grade 3 Orcs.
In the Magus World, the chances of finding a Grade 3 being to fight was extremely slim. Even if there was one, it usually meant that the Crimson Family was facing a crisis of life and death. They would never be like this, looking around the world for the easiest Grade 3 Orcs to deal with.
Eh, that thing that's making a ruckus and falling from the sky with half its body burnt black seems to be an Orc Sword Saint … No, I can't choose it! The Sword Saint's attacks are too powerful, and few in the troop can withstand its violent attacks.
Eh … Another Grade 3 Thunder Roc has fallen from the sky … No, there's another Orc on its back, and that fellow seems to be a Grade 4 Orc!
Amidst the rain of 'food', Grimm's black eyes flickered with blue light as he quickly analysed the basic strength of each Orc. Most of the Orcs had a powerful life force surrounding them, distorting the A.I. Chip's detection ripples and preventing him from obtaining detailed data.
However, with the A.I. Chip's blurry feedback, Grimm did his best to search for targets that were not too dangerous in the glaring red light.
After all, they had come to the Johnson Plane under the banner of the Witches of Destiny. If they did not have any results, they would not be able to hold their heads up high in the Witches' internal department. Previously, helping the witches to kill those low-level Orcs could only be regarded as basic hard work. Only by doing their best to kill the enemy's high-level existences in this high-intensity, high-intensity Dimensional War could the best measure of the auxiliary forces' success.
Hence, after weighing the basic strength of his side, Grimm boldly locked onto the lone Grade 3 Orcs.
"What are you waiting for? Shouldn't you be charging in now? There's so much delicious food here today … "Mary, who was standing by his side, licked her red lips with an impatient look on her face. Her crimson eyes roamed around the plump 'blood food' as she struggled to make a choice.
Alice had a sweet smile on her face as she curiously looked at Grim.
In truth, although she was a Witch of Destiny and could see through the lives of most beings, she could not understand this male Magus in front of her.
She had already discovered Grimm's unique soul characteristics a long time ago.
As long as her prophecy was related to Grim, there would be strange distortions and unpredictable changes in her prophecy. This' abnormality 'was not man-made, but the protection of the laws of the plane.
This meant that anyone who tried to predict Grimm's secrets would only get the wrong answer.
It was not just him. Even the people around him would be affected by this' unpredictable 'characteristic, becoming' anomalies' that deviated from their original paths of destiny.
Mary, for example, would not be able to advance to become a Magus according to her path of destiny. She would die as an acolyte. But now …
It was the same for Alice.
Alice had predicted countless times that her path of destiny would stop the moment the Tower of Destiny opened. However, because she 'accidentally' met Grimm and became his soul slave, her path of destiny deviated unpredictably.
The chain reaction caused by this deviation was too huge, so huge that even the first Witch of Destiny who had stepped into the Plane of Void had a hard time dealing with it.
After becoming a Witch of Destiny, Alice had countless chances to cut off the soul contract between her and Grimm. But after thinking about it, Alice silently gave up.
Without the protection of Grimm, the 'Black Hole of Destiny', she did not have the confidence to fight against an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Alice knew very well that her biggest bargaining chip against the old monster was not her identity as a Witch of Destiny, nor her many subordinates. It was Grimm.
Therefore, all along, she had tied her fate tightly with Grim's. Although there was love involved, it was more of an instinct from the soul and the guidance of the power of destiny.
Since fate had brought them together and allowed them to support each other, she could only accept her fate.
While Alice was smiling with complicated emotions, the rest of the Crimson Magi looked at Grimm with trust in their eyes.
They believed in their patriarch. They believed in his choices and judgment!
Under his leadership, the rise of the Crimson Family was unstoppable and inevitable. They were the witnesses and creators of this miracle, and they shared the glory.
Under the gazes of his companions and subordinates, Grimm, who was as still as a mountain, trembled. He had finally found a suitable target.
A Grade 3 Orc Shaman … and a Grade 2 Thunder Roc!
Although this combination was different from what he had planned, it was still within the Crimson Family's hunting range.
Grimm immediately issued a series of orders without hesitation.
The cloned brain Grimm, who was slowly advancing through the tide of Witch corpses, immediately had a clear map of the battlefield appear in his mind. Under his command, 300 magic archers immediately turned around and began to fire at the predetermined area.
The dense scorching rays instantly covered the area where the Grade 3 Orc Shaman had fallen.
At the same time, the Crimson Magi who had been hiding near the teleportation portal began to move towards the area.
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