The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 611: Volume 16: Mists and Illusions, - 4: The Performance Begins

Chapter 611: Volume 16: Mists and Illusions, Chapter 4: The Performance Begins

The rough cold wind swept across the wasteland, bringing with it howls and roars, as all the Iron Cross Corps Soldiers defending atop the City Wall felt a twofold chill that involuntarily made them want to wrap their leather armors tighter around themselves. The charging Minotaur soldiers were not undisciplined and swarming up as they had in the past—this time they clearly came prepared, and their display was frightening.

Although their formation appeared somewhat disorganized, it was, after all, roughly structured—far from the chaotic sprints of old days, and most importantly, these Minotaur soldiers were no longer holding up the crudest ladders to initiate their attack. Instead, they stopped at a distance from the City Wall, dozens of Battering rams divided into several attack points, seemingly the Beastmen also wanted to leverage their numerical advantage to attack multiple positions at once, putting the Iron Cross Corps in a situation where they couldn’t defend everywhere simultaneously.

Feltermites felt a bitterness in his mouth. When had these Beastmen become so cunning? The aimless charges of yesteryear had been replaced by an attack formation that was beginning to take shape, coupled with the awe-inspiring Battering rams, Feltermites felt an increasing sense of helpless sinking within. However, it wasn’t time to despair yet; that somewhat eerie Mage had become Feltermites’ only hope.

"Mr. Cawendi, the Beastmen’s assault is about to begin. Can you tell me why they’re concentrating their Battering rams together?" Seeing the Beastmen begin their charge, the Iron Cross Corps Soldiers on the City Wall were already prepared under the command of the officers, the Trebuchets had started to unravel their tarpaulins to load the rocks, the Crossbowmen had already inhaled and drawn their bows, just waiting for the Beastmen to come into range before striking them a head-on blow. However, Feltermites knew that they couldn’t stop the impact of the Battering rams pushed by the Beastmen, these weapons specialized for attacking fortifications made of Magic Metal and Heavy metal were extremely fierce, hard rocks often shattered after several blows. The only way to counter it was to completely destroy it, but now, with the Beastmen’s cautious protection, achieving this purpose depended on the Mage’s magic.

"Hmm, it’s simple. If the Beastmen spread out their attack, we will have no way out. I and the two Magicians can’t cover so many Battering rams. Usually, just three to five rams given enough time can break through a segment of the City Wall, so rather than being broken through piece by piece, it’s better to let them break through in one place; attract more rams to amplify their results. I’m going to give the Beastmen a profound lesson right here." The pale-faced Mage, even when smiling, possessed an indescribably eerie manner that sent chills down Feltermites’ spine. He didn’t explicitly tell Feltermites what he was planning to do, but at this moment, Feltermites had no choice but to fully trust him. Having come this far, it was time to go for broke.

The heavy footsteps and laborious breathing quickly became rapid as the Minotaur soldiers, encouraged by the high-pitched beats of the Millennium Python Skin Drum, began to run. Each step pressed deep marks into the ground, and the Minotaur soldiers, half a head taller than Mortals and selected from the strongest of the Cow Tribe, donned simple leather armor, a helmet with horns, and armed with a scimitar or assault spear, became the standard equipment for the Minotaur soldiers. The running Minotaur soldiers resembled a moving stronghold, and when tens of thousands charged at you, anyone would feel the terror of being crushed into powder.

"Swoosh swoosh rustle rustle", scores of longbow arrows whizzed into the air, forming a dense mesh of feather-like net, blanketing down over the rushing Beast Warriors. The rough Round Shields were held tightly to protect vital areas of the body, but the dense volley of arrows still took down some of the brave Minotaur soldiers, those hit in the legs, arms, waist, and back struggled painfully on the ground; some reckless ones simply snapped off or pulled out the arrows, with bulging red eyes, they roared and continued to charge forward. The Great War had finally begun.

The Trebuchets began to focus their strength on hitting the Battering ram attack direction, but the Beastmen’s vine nets served as excellent protection. When it became clear that the Trebuchets couldn’t inflict substantial damage on the Battering rams, Feltermites decisively commanded to stop targeting the rams, shifting instead to strike areas around the Trebuchets where the Minotaur soldiers were crowded together, which immediately had a significant effect. Though the Minotaur soldiers were incredibly strong, each giant stone the size of a basin fell caused several to cry out in pain and collapse; such a physical attack that the body couldn’t block had almost no better defense than to dodge.

Finally, under Feltermites’ anxious gaze, the Battering rams reached the base of the City Wall. During this distance, the Trebuchets only managed to damage one ram, forcing it out of the battle; the thorough defense of the Beastmen had come to fruition. Accompanied by "creak" and "clang" sounds, the first Battering ram to arrive withdrew its vine net and initiated its bombardment. The thick ram arm lifted the lantern-sized hammer, which burst forth in a flash, cracking rock on the first strike, shattering stone on the second, and turning stone to dust on the third!

At each attack point, several Battering rams concentrated on continuous firing, quickly creating a ten-meter-wide breach. Although stones and Pouring Boiling Oil poured down from the City Wall caused heavy losses for the Half-Beastmen below, the Round Shields simply couldn’t withstand the high ground’s stone and log attacks; flames ignited causing the Beastmen to roll in agony at the foot of the wall. But the Battering rams, encased in thick leather all around, had significantly improved their fire resistance. The special scale leather insulated against flames well, and even though the Pouring Boiling Oil caught fire, it was difficult to inflict real damage on the rams.

Perhaps seeing that the breach continued to widen while the speed at which the mortal soldiers mended the wall couldn’t keep up, the Beastmen Commander immediately waved a small flag to direct more battering rams to this spot, attempting to expand their victory and breakthrough the fortress in one fell swoop.

Feltermites’ gaze was tightly fixed on Cawendi’s figure as the three Magicians and Mage all focused their attention here. Following the Magicians’ instructions, Feltermites deliberately ordered the soldiers to slow down the repair of the damaged wall. Seeing victory within reach, the Beastmen grew increasingly excited and ferocious, with more Beast Warrior soldiers and battering rams clustering around this spot. The wall seemed on the verge of spreading; the soldiers above showed signs of despair, while the officers were furious, cursing at those repairing the wall.

"Mr. Cawendi, the situation is extremely dangerous now, please cast your spell quickly!" Feltermites couldn’t wait any longer, knowing that the other party was definitely waiting for the perfect moment—but wasn’t the scene before his eyes enough? Did they have to wait until the wall was breached for the perfect moment? By then, even if they cast a spell, it would be too late.

Cawendi remained unmoved. Even more battering rams converged on this spot. Several Beast Warriors climbing the wall was inconsequential; the crucial task was to destroy the enemy’s rams. Below the wall, more than ten battering rams pounded frenziedly against it; each hammer blow caused the wall to shudder, dust to fly, and clouds of gray to rise. Segments of the stone wall fell from time to time. Although the Iron Cross Corps Soldiers resorted to bows, rocks, and boiling oil in retaliation, against the fierce Beast Warrior soldiers, these interception efforts couldn’t stop the Beastmen from slowly converting their advantage to victory. If the Iron Cross Corps didn’t come up with an effective countermeasure, it was possible that within moments, the city would be breached, and the people would perish.

Without needing a reminder from Feltermites, Cawendi raised his Magic Wand high. The ash-gray magic staff, its material indiscernible and covered with patterns resembling thunderclouds, suddenly started to emit an infinite mist that enveloped it as a deep chant of the spell came from the Mage’s lips.

As Cawendi gave a gentle shake to the Magic Wand, the mist around it dispersed as if flung into a suddenly forming vortex of air. It began to spin rapidly, climbing skyward, as if drawing all the surrounding clouds into its ever-accelerating embrace, forming a massive spiral of airflow extending from the sky to the ground. Suddenly, fierce winds arose, the colors of the heavens and the earth transformed. Both the rampaging Beast Warrior soldiers and the desperately defending Iron Cross Corps Soldiers were attracted by this sudden change in weather, to the point where even the rhythm of the battle slowed considerably.

"Great God of Wind, grant your devotee the power to cleanse the dust of this world with a Storm Tornado!" Cawendi’s face blushed with an odd flush, clearly indicating that this spell of grand proportions was somewhat beyond his capabilities. Despite using two Excitement Magic Scrolls to aid himself in controlling the Mana and with two Magicians supporting to their utmost, Cawendi still felt as if he was being drained of all his strength. However, all of that no longer mattered. What mattered was that the Storm Tornado had finally been successfully cast as desired!

The ash-gray tornado descended like a fierce Wind Dragon, carrying an unmatched momentum as it swirled over, emitting piercing howls that nearly tore the eardrums apart. Amidst the misty rain, a massive upside-down funnel of swirling air violently made contact with the ground, sucking dozens of panicked Beast Warrior soldiers within, as the Storm Tornado finally came crashing down!

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