Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 1028 - 609 Shadow Duel Arena_2

Chapter 1028: Chapter 609 Shadow Duel Arena_2

The terrifying scene silenced the entire battlefield, and everyone stared dumbfounded at the aftermath of hundreds of Fireball Techniques.

Less than half of those who could still stand remained, most of them injured, reeking of smoke and scorched odor, whether they were Goblins, Jackalweres, Hobgoblins, or Orcs, their gazes somewhat vacant.

This was nothing like the motivational propaganda they had heard before the battle. Weren’t they told this was a mere migrant army? Their entire force was less than ten thousand soldiers, the rest as frail as lambs, with armor seeming to be the only barrier protecting their tender flesh, which was supposed to be theirs for the taking once breached.

Their firepower was so fierce that they felt as though they were not facing a migrant group, but the Purple Dragon Legion of the Komeer Kingdom. Only such a perverse nation would equip so many War Mages in its army, only they would assemble spellcasters into corps for combat.

Their allies had fallen in droves before even engaging the enemy?

How were they supposed to fight this?

Ahead lay a wall of chariots, three meters high, bristling with densely packed long spears.

With no time to consider their options and the tactic of overwhelming numbers already spurred into motion, there was no possibility of retreat; the Monster Soldiers surging from behind would push them onward.

The longer they stayed here, the greater the peril they faced, for the Conqueror Army’s mid-to-long-range attacks were not limited to Fireball Techniques but also thousands of arrows raining densely across the battlefield.

The continuous arrow volleys were perfect for harvesting the bloodied enemies who had survived the onslaught of the Fireball Techniques, many lying on the ground barely able to defend or evade.

But even without this wave of arrows, their chances of survival were slim. The continually arriving Monster Army did not care whether they were dead or alive—huge feet would mercilessly trample down, and it wouldn’t be long before they were trampled to death, a fate in the arrow rain that would almost be a mercy.

"Kill! Charge in and wipe out those humans, all their wealth is ours."

"Kill all the males, and take all their wealth and women."

"Victory is ours!"

Those monsters, enduring bombardment, arrow showers, and magic blasts, finally closed in on the Conqueror Army only to be stopped by a giant wall of chariots.

Technically, this was the first real battle where the flanking chariot formations were used.

In the defense and counter-attack at Blood Canyon, the main force wasn’t formed by these flanking chariots but by tower war chariots. At that time, a hundred tower chariots had filled the canyon, with the flanking chariots forming a second line of defense and providing support.

These uniformly manufactured flanking chariots, when aligned end to end with the compartment-side facing out, allowed soldiers wielding long spears to stand atop and dominate from a height. They could shoot through the specially designed gaps or use their spears to stab downward, keeping the enemy at bay beyond the wall.

There were Monster Soldiers like Golia and Mad Frogmen capable of leaping three meters high, but they were in the minority.

Moreover, this tactic only hastened their deaths.

Spear bearers at the front, often new recruits or those less brave, could simply rely on the chariot wall for defense and stab blindly.

The real Elites were either crouching in the rear ranks of the flanking chariots or beneath them, waiting for the stronger monsters to breach the wall before swiftly cutting them down.

Those who rashly leapt in would face not one-on-one duels but mob attacks.

It wasn’t until the area in front of the flanking chariots was densely packed with bodies and the entire wall began to shake wildly that the Monster Army retaliated with their Fireball Techniques, and a second, even more fiercely hurled round of fireballs impacted, with numbers greater than the first round.

The Conqueror Army’s fearsome firepower was, in fact, thanks to Efanso’s Arms, the creature undoubtedly fitting of Archduke Mammon, the devil of greed and desire. He took greed to an extreme, hoarding more than a thousand magic wands and over a hundred magic staffs in his Portable Dimensional Hole—eight hundred of which were Fireball Magic Wands.

While a single Fireball Magic Wand was not expensive, about five to six thousand each, obtaining them in small numbers was easy, but purchasing them in bulk, like ten or eight at a time, was troublesome.

Many factions treated them as strategic reserves, unavailable for sale. As for making them oneself, that required at least six Mage-level professionals fully mastering the principles of the Fireball Technique, each wand taking a minimum of eight hours to craft.

Hoarding hundreds would require ample time, gradually accumulated, or resources like the Komeer Kingdom, with plenty of medium-level Mages at disposal—unlike Magicians, who are mainly spell users. Crafting magic items like magic staffs or wands would involve extensive time spent studying and learning the relevant magic principles and craftsmanship.

And Mages skilled in the craftsmanship of magic items were exactly what Gaven was most in need of; the Roinhein Clan had sent him six Female Mage operatives to treacherously aid him.

With these eight hundred Fireball Magic Wands, the Conqueror Army instantly gained eight hundred artillery pieces, each with a capacity of sixty rounds—Gaven had always placed great emphasis on training Battlefield Spellcasters. The Professional Level of third was not hard to achieve; just by mixing with the Conqueror Army, it would naturally improve. The difficulty was previously the lack of