At the same time, the sound of the horn reached the ears of Mira Salian and the Revival Army who were advancing in the distance. When they heard the sound of the horn, their offensive paused, and they thought that they had fallen into an ambush. But when they thought about it carefully, they realized that the sound came from further away. It must be the opening of another battlefield.
The same sound of the horn made some of the pursuers hesitate, but more people did not hesitate to attack the Revival Army who had missed the opportunity to act because of the sudden situation.
In the name of the White Fog, Mira Salian, who was wearing a God-given armor, mercilessly smashed everyone who stood in front of her with her flail. She was a strong person. Although she had brilliant skills, strong endurance, and physical strength, her efficiency in killing people was not as good as the mages who were focused on chanting spells.
She could easily cut open the enemy's front line and defeat the strong invaders, but she could not erase the enemy's morale. In particular, she did not care about the battlefield in front of her, and the strength of the enemy was still obvious. The soldiers who could not face the power of the White Fog directly still had the thought that victory was in their hands, and their morale was high.
But for Mira Salian, the alarm bell in her heart rang. An indescribable intuition seemed to be urging her in her ears. Hurry up, hurry up, before things get out of hand, hurry up and stop all of this.
On the battlefield next to the magic tower, under the command of the nobles, the soldiers lined up and passed by the hostages who were tied up and kneeling. Their role was only to prevent the tower master from casting strategic magic, and their existence was enough. If the soldiers were to engage in close combat and invade the tower, these ordinary people would become an obstacle for the invaders. So, they were left to fend for themselves on the battlefield instead of urging them to stand at the forefront of the battle line. This was the mercy of this group of people who thought that they were civilized.
The first layer of the encirclement began to move at the same time. The soldiers in the direction of the south gate were naturally the first vanguard of the invasion. The people in the east carried a long ladder and were ready to break in from the gap between the second and third floors. The soldiers in the other directions held the destructive sledgehammers diagonally in front of their chests, and the noble knights who led the formation took out destructive magic scrolls and were ready to break the wall.
Perhaps magic was ever-changing, but there were only a few strategies to attack the tower, and all of them were head-on battles and sacrifices. Everyone was clear, but no one was afraid. The rewards and compensation promised by the nobles were enough for them to sacrifice their lives. If they were allowed to make a great contribution, they would be able to enjoy the opportunity to be honored as knights.
Riding on his horse, Marquis Neumann stood in the center of the main array and looked at the silent magic tower. This was the first time he had experienced such a large-scale war. In the past, it was just a conflict between nobles. Hundreds and thousands of people would stand in formation and shout at each other. After a while, there would be a result.
The key to victory was not only the number of people, but also the motivation before the battle and the challenge on the battlefield. He wanted his soldiers to believe that he was on the side of justice and that the other side was a group of people who deserved to die. According to this plan, victory would be within reach.
However, it was also his first time attacking a Mage Tower. They could only follow the examples given by their predecessors and make some changes according to local conditions. Then, it would depend on the performance of the soldiers under their command. What he was not used to was that magic towers were different from fortresses or enemy formations. Magic towers were silent, and he could not see any change in morale.
Devouring the lives of their subordinates in silence was not without pressure for these nobles who were in charge. However, the treasures hidden in the tower were coveted. He could only hypnotize himself with the beautiful scene after the victory that everything was worth it.
Suddenly, the third floor of the magic tower lit up with dense green lines. The Arcane Eye kept twitching in different directions, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes forward, sometimes backward. The changes were so fast that it seemed to be foretelling that something bad was about to happen.
Everyone still couldn't believe that the Tower Master dared to risk universal condemnation and use strategic magic. If he accidentally hurt ordinary people, he would have to face even more intense revenge from the entire maze world.
After telling himself for the third time that it was impossible, Marquis Neumann noticed that the Arcane Eye had calmed down and stopped twitching. At the same time, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and then he felt a burning sensation in his chest.
What happened?
He lowered his head and saw that the shiny and luxurious armor had been pierced through. There was a big hole in his chest, and blood kept flowing out. The smell of blood even came out of his throat. The marquis tried to maintain his usual elegance, but he could not stop the blood from flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
He had used magic in the end.
That was the last thought that flashed through the marquis' mind before he fell off the horse. The last scene that entered his eyes was the scene of countless light bullets shooting out in all directions from the top of the tower.
It was the third stage of the strategic light bullet attack array, a specially improved version of the Tower of the Great Sage. After making sure that the troops outside did not intend to retreat, Lin started the magic attack. The powerful detection ability of the Arcane Eye made the original attack locking mode even more effective. All the light bullets were aimed at the place where the enemy had the most energy. For humans, that was the heart.
The attack frequency was 300 to 450 light bullets per minute. With the four magic arrays attacking at the same time, it meant that the attack frequency was over 1,000 light bullets per minute. It was lower than the Fifty Machine Guns that Lin had touched during his compulsory service on Earth. It was not that he could not do it faster, but that Lin did not think it was necessary. Using the most basic attack speed did not seem to be enough to deal with so many enemies. Therefore, he could only set the parameters based on his feelings.
This was not so much a war, but for Lin, it was just another experiment or game. Sitting in a closed room and watching the numbers change, it was like playing a strategy video game in the past. How many people died and how much HP was lost were just numbers in the game.
As for the surveillance footage outside the tower, it was just a few fixed positions and angles of long-range cameras. For a former otaku who was used to watching Hollywood blockbusters, he felt that the images were a bit fake. However, he had never thought that the people inside the tower would feel like they were in hell.
From the first light bullet, when Marquis Neumann fell to the ground, nobody realized what was going on. When the light bullets filled the sky and scattered in all directions, accurately hitting each person's chest and opening up a large bloody hole, some people began to realize that the situation was not good.
When the dead, who had lost their strength, rolled their eyes and fell to the ground in the dust, and when they saw the bloody holes in their chests, panic really spread.
No one would be able to maintain their courage in hell. Everyone, regardless of whether they were civilian soldiers or noble knights, threw down their weapons and shields. Some of the faster ones even took off their armor and turned to run.
Formations and whatnot were no longer important. In the face of a Forbidden Spell, any formation of an army would not be able to bring about any hope of survival. Those high and mighty nobles were no different from civilians in the face of death. Their noble bloodlines did not bring them any courtesy. All they were worth was a light bullet.
The collapsed army fled into the forest like a receding tide. This could not change their fate. More people died on the way out. The light bullets from behind were still accurate. They pierced through the armor, spine, heart, and out of the chest.
However, they had no other choice but to run for their lives. Just like in the maze world, what was the only way to deal with a forbidden spell? The only way was to run. Run away from the attack range and the area covered by the forbidden spell, and you could survive.
Some people hid behind trees with their backs against the towering ancient trees. They naively thought that as long as they hid in a blind spot, they could avoid the magic light balls from the tower. However, their exploded chests showed that reality was cruel.
Some people held back their comrades beside them. They thought that as long as they were one step ahead of others, the person who would die would be him, not them. However, the outcome did not change much. The difference was only a breath's time. They all fell into the pool of blood they created.
Countless selfish or selfless acts were played out in front of the God of Death. Then, without exception, they all fell into the arms of the Underworld.
When Mira Salian, who was desperately rushing back, saw the first soldier who fled in panic, she knew that the situation she did not want to see the most had happened.
For the owner of the magic tower, it was never an option to not use strategic magic in the face of an invading army. Any small trick was just to buy some time to attack. When the tower owner's sense of crisis overshadowed his conscience, it was the beginning of the disappearance of countless lives.
A large number of fleeing soldiers ran past her. They did not care about stopping or capturing the Royal Revival Army alive. They did not even dare to stop and warn the group of people who were coming toward them. The light bullets of magic bombarded mercilessly. Every shot would take away a life.
Seeing the fleeing soldiers fall one after another, Mira Salian realized that she was in the attack range of the Forbidden Spell. It was not difficult for a strong person like her to stay alive in the Forbidden Spell. Perhaps the price would be a little high. However, for more than a year, the old officials who had followed the royal family loyally and had pinned their hopes on her could not be saved. Even her two subordinates of the Temple of Light were in danger.
She ordered everyone, "Stop! Circle formation! Raise your shields!"
The order was quickly carried out. Or rather, the others did not know what to do at this time. The instructions from the people who were loyal to them were unconditionally carried out without any hesitation.
On the contrary, the group of pursuers who were following closely behind did not know what was going on for a while. All the soldiers stood in place, at a loss. They looked at their comrades who had gathered under the same flag. They called for help, fled for their lives, and then died.
The light bullet attack array did not spare this group of soldiers who were in charge of blocking the Royal Revival Army and did not appear beside the magic tower. When the first light bullet penetrated one of the soldiers, panic broke out in an instant. They understood the reason for the escape, but they did not have time to complain about why no one reminded them. The escape had become an unstoppable disaster for the commander.
Leaning against her comrades, Her Royal Highness the Princess Royal was protected by the group of meddlesome old officials with shields. She pushed aside the people around her and squeezed to the outermost edge of the shield formation. The qi she released condensed into a peach-red cover in front of her, protecting others as much as possible. At the same time, she saw countless light bullets flexibly shuttling through the forest and detouring before hitting the circular turtle formation formed by the shields.
She did not think that she could escape. She only regarded this scene as the pattern of the Forbidden Spell itself. This large-scale offensive spell had a prelude, a climax, and an end. It would not be static. Then, only His Majesty, who was in charge of fate, could know where she would die.
Suddenly, a wave of dense light bullets filled her field of vision. This female warrior who had fought against Demon Lords, slain evil dragons, participated in the War of the Divine Kingdoms launched by the Mysterious Lord against other gods, and received countless blessings, also found that those memories that were worth remembering appeared one by one in front of her eyes.
They swept past her, and then returned to normal.
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