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Chapter 512 - 512 89 The Power of the Forbidden Spell_1

512: Chapter 89, The Power of the Forbidden Spell_1 512: Chapter 89, The Power of the Forbidden Spell_1 At noon, the sun hung directly overhead, bathing the earth with soft sunlight and dispelling the winter chill.

Two well-arranged troops met on a vast plain.

With each step, they gradually reduced the distance between them, and a tense, deadly atmosphere filled the space between heaven and earth.

The Bimon Emperor, who presided over the central army camp, stood erect under the marshal’s banner, showing no signs of frailty.

At this moment, he was observing the enemy on the horizon with sharp eyes.

Despite being bait, to make the play more convincing, he had summoned all the elite forces nearby this time.

A total of thirty-five elite legions, and countless cannon fodder troops.

Such a lineup was capable of launching a nation-destroying war.

The forces in front of him were only part of the participants in this war, but they were all elites.

If they could wipe out these human forces in one fell swoop, the defense line of the Alpha Kingdom would become paper-thin, and they would be free to romp across the vast plains.

“Infantry, attack and engage the enemy in close combat!”

The Bimon Emperor coldly ordered.

Orcs excel in close combat.

In every war they have fought, their first choice has always been to rapidly close the distance and engage in close combat.

Suddenly, the advancing human army stopped.

At some point, another sun appeared in the sky.

The fire elements between heaven and earth were surging crazily.

The experienced orc sacrifice shaman hurriedly exclaimed:

“Your Majesty, take cover.

This is the forbidden spell—Flaming Hell!”

Hearing the words “forbidden spell”, the Bimon Emperor swiftly retreated several miles before stopping.

The agility of his movement was almost beyond the naked eye’s range of sight.

A prime example of a strongman.

The fiery sun descended from the sky, but it did not aim for the marshal’s banner but fell right in the middle of the Bearman Heavy Infantry Corps up ahead.

Although everyone heard the warning from the sacrifice shaman, evading the forbidden spell was clearly not something ordinary orcs could do.

Under the roasting flame, countless Bearman Soldiers didn’t even know what happened before they turned to ashes, their armor melted into molten iron.

An entire Bearman legion was wiped out, and the aftermath of the flames even reached the nearby orc troops.

The ones who were sent to meet the Beast God directly were actually better off.

The worst fate belonged to those orc soldiers who were caught in the blast but did not die immediately, ones who were roasted like suckling pigs, scenting their own meat before dying.

Even though everyone was used to seeing life and death, this way of dying still exceeded many orcs’ capacity for emotional endurance.

The aging Bimon Emperor was also frustrated.

As soon as he heard the word “forbidden spell”, he thought about running for his life, which completely destroyed his image of wisdom.

After calming down, he secretly cursed himself for being foolish.

Without having the longevity technique in his hand, how could the human strongmen possibly want to kill him?

Frankly speaking, now even the “forbidden spell” has to take a detour when encountering him.

As for the sacrifice clan, the Bimon Emperor was now filled with anger.

Implicating them was one thing, but the key was that the enemy had prepared a forbidden spell, and they had no idea to interfere.

This made it difficult for the sacrifice shaman.

The “Flaming Hell” came too fast, not even giving them a chance to disrupt it.

The enemy’s ability to release the forbidden spell so quickly could only mean one thing: they had enough strongmen.

The speed of forbidden spell release mainly depends on energy.

The energy required by a forbidden spell is terrifying, and naturally, gathering time will not be short.

But that’s for individuals.

When a large mage corps works together, the energy gathering time will undoubtedly be greatly shortened.

Considering the situation just now, the enemy not only gathered a group of Fire Series magicians to work together, but they also used a large number of Fire Series Demon Crystals, accelerating energy gathering using magic formations.

Before he could explain to the Bimon Emperor, the wind elements in heaven and earth began to gather again.

Seeing this, the sacrifice clan hastily interfered.

Unfortunately, everything was too late.

When they disturbed the Sea of Elements, countless shiny wind blades had already appeared in the sky.

“This is a wind series forbidden spell—Hell’s Windblade Dance, get down!”

Unsurprisingly, the old priest’s warning was just a little too late.

The wind blades dancing in the sky had already entered the orc army and started to reap lives.

The most miserable ones were the cavalry.

Those who stood tall saw farther, those who sat tall died horribly.

The wind blades dancing in the sky indeed looked like a dance, but unlike other dances that required money to enjoy, this dance demanded lives.

Compared to the previous Flaming Hell, Hell’s Windblade Dance covered a noticeably larger area, spanning tens of thousands of square meters.

It was still far from destroying a city, but in this specific situation, the damage caused was not small at all.

After consecutive attacks by forbidden spells and having their own sacrifice clan not aiding, the orc army, which was already lacking in discipline, immediately descended into chaos under the influence of panic.

The Bimon Emperor, immersed in the enemy’s forbidden spell attack, was so shocked that he was lost for words.

It had been so many years, and he had not anticipated encountering a forbidden spell again.

He had wanted to scold the sacrifice clan for their incompetence, but when he saw the few army accompanying sacrifices, he swallowed his words back down.

Expecting a few hundred accompanying sacrifices to confront thousands of higher quality human mage corps was clearly an unfair demand.

Even mere spell disruption was beyond their capabilities.

Why did the humans invest so much this time, producing a large group of strongmen?

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, the Bimon Emperor wouldn’t have believed that there were so many of these mortals in the human race still alive.

Gathering all the sacrifices of the entire Orc Empire would just disrupt the opponent’s casting.

Wishing to suppress the enemy’s mage corps with the sacrifice clan could only be achieved by the Orc Empire during the peak times when they ruled the continent.