Part 3.
Garin's speed had exceeded the limits of Salin's flying ability. Even with the full power of the two Gale Dragons, Salin couldn't catch up.
Salin knew that unless he summoned the leader of the Gale Dragons, the distance between him and Garin would only grow. If it had been Schika or Rex in front, he would have summoned the leader of the Gale Dragons. But it was Garin. Since Ebola trusted her to follow him, she would definitely be fine.
Salin lowered his flying altitude. Along the way, he saw people wearing mage equipment on the ground. He threw an icicle at them. It didn't matter if they killed the enemy or not. As long as they were mages below level seven, Salin didn't think they could defend against his mutated magic.
In fact, Salin didn't see many living people along the way. The Vatican's camp was sparsely set up. The route the Wing Skeletons chose wasn't where the army was the most concentrated. This was also to reduce the difficulty of penetrating the camp. Those who could survive a poison attack were basically mages or people with magic equipment.
These survivors were still struggling to resist the poison. A simple level-three icicle from Salin was enough to kill them. Some were even trampled to death by Garin's movement. Garin's movement in the air carried the power of the earth. There were no living people in the places she passed.
Salin quickly caught up with the flying undead. The flying undead were losing more and more people. The Wing Skeletons couldn't kill all the mages who came to intercept them. Garin was nowhere to be seen. Salin knew that she'd been lured into a trap.
But if that was the case, the defense on the ground would be much weaker!
Salin made a prompt decision. He put down the six orange knights and started a fire in the camp. The orange knights didn't use any skills. Everywhere they passed, everything was set ablaze.
The orange knights burned a path on the ground. Because they didn't use magic, the flames were quickly extinguished. The orange knights' tall bodies couldn't be attacked by ordinary human warriors. With Salin on top and the orange knights below, they soon reached the center of the camp.
The Vatican had gathered so many troops. Of course, there would be large equipment. There weren't any along this route, but nearby large equipment was already being mobilized here.
The Vatican's large equipment had its own characteristics. Most needed mages to operate, like mobile magic towers. At the same time, these large pieces of equipment couldn't be operated by a single person. This kind of equipment sacrificed maneuverability to increase attack power. On the battlefield, this weakness could be made up for in other ways.
But now, the Church's army was not facing a large-scale enemy attack, but a few powerful spellcasters and a group of flying undead.
It had been a long time since so many Undead had appeared on the Myers Continent. Ordinary Necromancers could at most summon a few hundred Undead. As for Necromancers, even if they could summon over a thousand, they still wouldn't do so. After all, it would consume too much mental power. Only Winged Skeletons could command tens of thousands of Undead at the same time.
The two flanking armies activated their large equipment and slowly moved over, but they were left behind by the flying undead. With the Winged Skeleton's command, the Flying Undead didn't attack the large pieces of equipment to avoid increasing their losses.
He knew that Shika must have set up magic cannons in Guderian City. These large pieces of equipment could not get close to the city, and leaving them here would be a waste of the army's supplies. Every time they were mobilized, they would consume divine crystals and magic cores.
On the huge steel beasts, the Mages looked up at the spellcasters flying in the sky, feeling helpless. Salin flew very fast. His body was surrounded by clouds, and he had the protection of two Gale Dragons. Only opponents of the same level could pose a threat to him.
At the back of the camp, surrounded by Elemental Creatures, Ebola's guards were also advancing into the camp. After advancing for less than ten miles, the spellcasters behind them arrived.
Ebola was naturally worried about her guards. These soldiers were all at least intermediate swordsmen. Although there were not many Sacred Swordsmen, they were still young and had a bright future. Along the way, Zalin's soldiers experienced the baptism of war and did not cause many casualties. Ebola was very satisfied. However, when they arrived at the city and did not find any trace of Dionisio, she could not hold it in anymore. She had already received news that Garin had gone after the Divine Mage alone.
Ebola led over thirty High Mages and flew to the outskirts of the camp. When they saw the camp that had been corroded by the poison, they felt a ghastly feeling. If she had not advanced to level ten, she would have been very afraid of Salin.
"Chief, isn't this Salin's killing intent a little too strong?" an Elder asked.
"I don't think he has done enough to deal with the Church." Ebola looked at the Elder coldly and reprimanded.
The Elder shrunk her head. Although Ebola looked young, she was actually more than three hundred years old. She had been in charge of the Glücos Family for more than a hundred years. She had accumulated a lot of power, and her every move was enough to make the Elders shudder.
"Don't spread out too much. If you encounter an enemy, keep the six of you together." Although Ebola was reprimanding them, she was also afraid that the Elders would be harmed. These Elders were an important force in the family. If they suffered too much, they would not be able to promote so many ninth-level Magic Shooters for the time being.
As Ebola approached, Salin looked back and saw it. He was greatly relieved. He was also worried that a tenth-level Mage would suddenly appear. He was alone, and all his powerful skills had a short attack range. If that happened, he would only be able to escape.
That was why Salin had not used the Guns of Hocina yet. The weapon had a fast recovery rate, but if it was used once and the enemy found out, it would be very difficult to lock onto the target. After all, this was not a gray memory.
If the six barrels of the Guns of Hocina fired simultaneously, it would buy him some time to escape. Ebola would not sit back and watch him die when he arrived. If worse came to worst, he would use the Elemental Magic Tower to hide.
Salin was also thinking too much. In fact, most of the ninth-level Mages were on the other side of Guderian City. The deployment of the Church's army was originally planned according to Dinicio's wishes. Dinicio had brought the Oracle to intercept Salin in the south. This was all part of the plan.
However, without Dinicio, the number of Mages in the south camp of Guderian City was much smaller. The Church also wanted to deploy tenth-level Mages in the south, but they were not potatoes. They were everywhere.
When the commander of the southern camp discovered Salin's arrival, he was anxious. He first sent more than twenty Mages, but none of them returned. This time, he was furious. He immediately changed his mind and sent a ninth-level Mage to lure Salin into a trap that had been set up.
Unexpectedly, Sarin failed to lure the mage. Instead, it was Garin who couldn't help but chase after him. Garin was so fast that she caught up with the mage before he reached the trap. The dozen or so Mages waiting in the trap had to come out to fight, and Salin had no opponent.
Garin's strength was similar to Sarin's, but no one could adapt to the way she moved. She couldn't beat the mages, and the mages couldn't surround her. The commander of the Southern Camp could only hold Garin back for now and split up to find Sarin.
In front of Salin, three ninth-level Mages came up to him. The leader was a black-robed Mage, and behind him were two Sword Saints.
Salin saw the combination of the three from afar. With a glance, he determined that the two were at their peak, not gold Sword Saints. Salin felt a little relieved.
The gold Sword Saints were still a considerable threat to him. Even with his crystal finger, he couldn't move faster than the gold Sword Saints. The control skills of Mages were quite detestable. If the Mage had brought a gold Sword Saint, Salin would have turned around and left.
Salin could feel the power of the Elemental Eye more and more. Even Ebola couldn't see more than a hundred miles away, but he could easily find the enemy immediately. At a distance of two miles, Salin had already thought of a strategy.
The two sides quickly approached, and when they were a mile apart, Salin's magic was ready.
Eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, four hundred meters …
Salin could totally use the Spear of Hocine, but he was overflowing with fighting spirit and wouldn't use it no matter what. In Salin's view, the Spear of Hocine was used to deal with a tenth-level Mage. If it was someone of the same level, he would rather rely on scrolls or magic staffs. Although it was also a stored spell, it required his own control and the coordination of other spells to form a strategy.
From this point of view, using magic staffs or scrolls could also improve his understanding of magic.
Things like family badges wouldn't work. No matter who the enemy was, a thick bolt of lightning would turn them into flying ash. The lightning rule that Salin could understand each time was pitifully small. It was better for him to calm down and send his perception into the badge to slowly study it.
Such equipment was useless for training in battle.
This was the truth that Salin understood after meeting Van Gogh. Van Gogh's Spear of Order had blocked the attack of Salin's badge. Although the power of the Spear of Order had been destroyed by Salin's lightning attack, it hadn't killed Van Gogh. If Van Gogh was a tenth-level mage, wouldn't he be dead?
Relying on equipment would kill him sooner or later.
Of course, Salin didn't know that if he developed all the abilities of his badge, even equipment of the same level wouldn't be able to resist it. This lightning rule didn't belong to the plane of the Myers Continent. It didn't even belong to this crystal wall. The lightning of this crystal wall wasn't that powerful.
The distance between the two sides rapidly shortened. The ninth-level mage was overjoyed when he saw Salin stop in midair and not escape. He knew that his attack range wasn't as good as his opponent's. If Salin turned around and fled, there wasn't much he could do. Powerful divine spells also required a certain amount of time to prepare, just like powerful magic spells.
The mage's face became somewhat sinister. The ninth-level mage that the winged skeleton had killed was his friend. Of course, he didn't know that the mage was killed by the winged skeleton, so he blamed it on Salin.
One hundred meters!
The mage suddenly sped up, bringing the two Sacred Swordsmen with him. In almost an instant, they arrived in front of Salin. The two silver Sacred Swordsmen crossed their swords, and suddenly a golden sword aura burst out.
Combined attack!
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