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Chapter 832

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The battle at the Beast God Temple ended in a hurry.

The Magic Corps stayed at the ruins of Markelen City for two days, repairing the magic equipment and eyeball mecha that had been destroyed in the battle. Grimm also took the opportunity to thoroughly scan the entire Beast God Temple, as well as the magic patterns and divine runes engraved on it.

After doing all this, the Magic Corps once again set out on their journey. Before they left, the Beast God Temple collapsed under the continuous bombardment of the magic cannons.

Under the protection of a large number of magic archers, the magic chariots advanced towards the next orc city. Grimm and Alice hid in a narrow cabin, studying the spoils of war they had seized from the Beast God Temple in Markelen City.

Regardless of whether Grimm believed it or not, the biggest spoil of war he had obtained after destroying Markelen City was the huge flag of the orc tribe that had been planted on the battlefield by a rank 3 orc berserker.

After a thorough scan by the A.I. Chip, Grimm confirmed that this flag of the Warhammer tribe had the ability to gather souls. This meant that the souls of all the orcs who had died bravely on the battlefield had been attached to this flag, becoming a strange existence similar to a bound spirit.

With the spiritual force of ordinary orcs, it was naturally impossible for them to preserve their consciousness and memories after leaving their physical bodies. Hence, the only things that remained were some simple instincts of the soul and the fervor of battle.

After hundreds and thousands of years, countless orc souls had gathered in this beast hide flag, using their collective will to condense a few strange existences. In the orc tribes, these orc souls were called Valiant Spirits.

These Valiant Spirits did not have real bodies, and could only attach themselves to the tribe's totems to maintain their existence. The key to their survival was the power of faith and new soul energy. They could absorb the power of faith around the flag, as well as the souls of the orc warriors who had died in battle.

Of course, when the power of faith they absorbed reached a certain level, it would be absorbed by the Beast God into his divine kingdom. The most outstanding of the Valiant Spirits would also be selected to enter the Beast God's divine kingdom. They would be reconstructed with divine force and continue to fight for the mighty Beast God on another level.

These totems with heroic spirits could also bring powerful magic support to the Beastmen Tribe. Under the strange halo of the tribe's totem, all the Beastmen's physique, strength, agility, spirit, flexibility, reflexes … everything would be greatly improved.

Therefore, the stronger the Heroic Spirit of a Beastman tribe, the more shocking their battle prowess!

Among the large orc tribes that had existed for tens of thousands of years, there were even existences that were more powerful than Heroic Spirits — Ancestral Spirits. Not only could they increase the beastmen's combat power through the blessing of the halo, but they could also temporarily leave the tribe's totem and possess the tribe's strongest warrior, doubling their combat power.

In the past, this was a special ability that only Oracles had!

Because of the Great Witch's obstruction, the Beast God A * * had yet to send any avatars or incarnations into the Johnson Dimension, but it was still possible to transmit some power through the channel. If, in the later stages of the battle, a Rank 4 Orc Orc Oracle appeared and used the 'Spirit Possession' move, it would be difficult to rely on just a few Rank 4 witches.

Therefore, the more Grimm understood the hidden strength of the Johnson Dimension, the more careful he became.

His current strength was at a level where he could not compare to the strong. When he transformed into the terrifying Balrog, the Flame Set would guarantee him the strength to crush those of the same rank. However, against a Rank 3 opponent, his attacks might be able to cause some damage, but his body was slightly weaker.

Fortunately, he had the Rank 3 Thunder Dragon Armes to act as his bodyguard, helping him take care of the arrogant Rank 3 enemies. Otherwise, the Magic Machine Legion would have long been reduced to scrap metal by the endless Orcs.

Along the way, the one who gained the most was not Grimm, but Mary, who reaped the benefits of others' hard work.

Regardless of whether it was the Grade 3 Orc Shaman she had killed in the first battle, the Grade 3 Orc Sword Saint she had captured along the way, or the Orc Berserker she had killed in Markelen City … Their blood had not been wasted, and they had all been sucked dry by Mary.

This caused Mary to be sleepy these days, as if she had eaten too much!

The four defecting Magi who had come with the team were no longer as resistant to the Crimson Family as they had been in the past after getting used to each other. Whether it was their daily vigilance or their cooperation with the magic machines, although they did not do anything eye-catching, they were very cooperative and well-behaved.

With these subordinates sharing the workload, Grimm became more relaxed.

Grimm did not bother with the small Orcs along the way, leaving them to the Crimson Magi to deal with. Grimm would only bring out Armes to deal with the more powerful Rank 2 or 3 Orcs, and they would quickly deal with them.

For the rest of the time, Grimm did not leave his room at all. Under Alice's guidance, he silently studied the tribe's flag. The A.I. Chip's analysis was progressing smoothly. The strange runes from the Orc God's Shrine had been mostly analysed, and the rest could be analysed before they returned.

The reason why the A.I. Chip's analysis was progressing so quickly was partly due to Grimm's spiritual force, and partly due to the stupidity and straightforwardness of the Orcs.

One had to know that even in the Magus World, only 60% to 70% of the runes in most runic spell formations were truly meaningful. The rest of the runes were just mixed in to confuse the enemy. Many Magus Formations would even have complicated, exquisite, and useless patterns drawn on purpose to conceal the true purpose of the Magus Formation.

However, the strange spell formations and divine runes that Grimm had scanned from the Orc God's Shrine had not been modified or disguised. As long as he could analyse the effects of the corresponding runes, the mechanism of the spell formation would be clear at a glance.

This also reduced the A.I. Chip's trial and error work, saving Grimm a lot of time.

From the looks of the runes, it seemed to cover almost 30% of the Qiangsen Plane's mystical domain. If he could completely understand it, he would be able to bring Grimm's mastery of magic patterns to a whole new level. At the very least, Grimm's Balrog Transformation would increase his strength even more.

The next orc city was Andorhal, which was more than 400 kilometers away.

In just two days, the Magic Machine Corps had broken through the intercepting troops and appeared at the foot of Andorhal.

Looking from afar, this was still a small city filled with the Orc style.

The towering city walls were made of large rocks piled up, and there were many sharpened wooden stakes wedged into them. Some even had dried bones nailed into them. From their clothes and the size of the bones, they seemed to belong to some defeated races.

There were many turrets on the city walls, and there were also many forts unique to the orcs.

These forts were low and had small entrances. There were also countless openings around them, which were used by the short Ratfolk warriors to stab their spears inside.

Within the city, all the buildings were abnormally tall and majestic. Their surfaces had not been carefully polished, so they looked crude and crude.

It seemed that the orcs of Andohar City had long known about the arrival of the Magic Mechanical Legion. At a glance, there were almost no orcs in the city. Only some green-skinned orcs and wolf riders could be vaguely seen on the towering city walls.

"How are we going to fight this battle?" A few Scarlet Sorcerers gathered in front of Mary and waited for her instructions.

Mary sat on top of a magic chariot and glanced at Andorhal from afar. She sneered.

"Eudy, you will lead 100 magic archers, 30 shield bearers, and 5 magic chariots to the left side. After the battle starts, the wolf riders hiding 5 kilometers away might attack our troops from there. There might be tens of thousands of them. Remember, don't let any of them come here … "

"Yes!"

"O 'Neal, you will lead 50 magic archers, 20 shield bearers, and 5 magic chariots to the right side … According to the reconnaissance of the eyeball mechs, there are about 7,000 orc warriors hiding in the dense forest 3 kilometers away. Seal them inside for me … "

"Yes!"

"Deseira, I'll leave the main battlefield to you. You will have 100 magic archers, 30 shield bearers, and 10 magic chariots. Bombard this city and flatten everything inside … "

"Yes, Lady Mary!"

"The rest of you stay by my side and wait for the enemy's main force to appear …"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Medusa Meryl and Berserk Witch Sofia responded in unison, while the other two new Sorcerers also nodded submissively. As for the cloned brain Gelu and the goblin Tigule, they stood at the side leisurely and did not respond to Mary.

It could not be helped. The three of them were all grade 2 and had their own factions and backers. They did not need to listen to Mary's orders.

As the leader of this team, Grim did not show himself in this battle. He only released the Plague Poison Spirit and the Sewing Puppet that he had painstakingly raised. The enemies they had come into contact with these days were too strong. Most of them were grade 2 or 3, so it had been a long time since the two peak grade 1 mutants had gone on a killing spree.

Using this opportunity, it was time for them to have a good meal!

As the huge fireballs shot by the magic cannons flew into the city, a new battle broke out!

Learning from the painful lesson of Marklen City, the orc commander of this city did not withdraw all his troops into the city. Instead, he deployed them on the outskirts. As soon as the enemy began to attack the city, the wolf riders and orc army that were lying in ambush in the distance attacked the magic army from the left and right.

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