The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 791: Volume 24, Beacon Fires Link the Camps, - 4, In Progress

Chapter 791: Volume 24, Beacon Fires Link the Camps, Chapter 4, In Progress

"Welcome, Saint Iliana, on behalf of our Homer People, I offer our heartfelt thanks for your and your companions’ arrival. I will bear in mind the support of the Church of Light, and Homer will forever be a faithful diocese of the Church of Light."

Although Philip’s face was covered in smiles, he cursed the others internally. These damned outcasts of the church, only now do they arrive at such a late time, letting the entire Busen Plain and Odessa fall into the hands of the inferior races, and having to bear such harsh conditions himself, it was unimaginable that they were the high and noble representatives of holiness. The gods are blind to have chosen such rubbish as their representatives in the world of mortals.

"Your Highness, please believe that if your heart is true, the God of Light will bless you. Demons and heretics may be arrogant for a moment, but under the supreme divine light of the God of Light, all filth will be cleansed!" The melodious voice of the Veiled Saintess rebounded in the air, as if it were a hymn praising the gods, entering the ears of all present, making it irresistible to bow down in worship.

Lecler coldly surveyed the almost theatrical scene. Unlike Bronin, he was not a devout follower of the Church of Light and did not hold much reverence for the Church in his heart. However, he conceded that indeed, the Church of Light was filled with talent. He had objections to the compromise with the Church of Light this time, but he could only agree as the dire situation in Homer could no longer be delayed. Relying solely on Homer’s own strength was indeed difficult to contend with the forces of the inferior races from the South. It was a sad affair–that a sovereign of the first rank in Nicosia had been driven to retreat by a rabble of barbarians and Half-Beastmen, stirring endless lament in Lecler’s heart.

Carl Libukneisi watched the scene before him with complex emotions. The high-and-mighty demeanor of the other party was distasteful to him. Although he was not a Homerite, Duke Philip had been gracious to him, and he had to repay the Duke with all his ability. As for the performance of these church members, it held little importance for him. He just needed to do his own duty well.

Onia noticed that Saint Iliana’s behavior did not seem to win the favor of those present. The supercilious attitude made it difficult to gain the approval of these people. Onia also felt somewhat embarrassed; although he was the chief mage dispatched to the Royal Court Magicians by the Church of Light, he spent more time dealing with these local power-brokers to maintain local interests while striving to consolidate the Church’s foothold and expand its influence in these regions. Especially now, when the Kingdom of Nicosia was in a state of disintegration, these local factions needed to be courted even more. He did not want this discordant atmosphere to affect future cooperation.

"Gentlemen, the war that Homer is waging against those inferior races from the South is actually a key battle for us mortals to resist the invasion of inferior races. The Church of Light has always been the guardian messenger of mortals. We cannot tolerate such blatant provocation against the rule of our mortal world. This time, we will use our real power to teach these insolent inferior races a lesson, to show them that the Cordillera Wilderness is their true place. If they dare to trespass, they must pay the price in blood! This time, the Church of Light has dispatched its strongest contingent to help the Duke defend our interests in Homer and the honor of mortals. Trust me, we will join hands to completely eradicate this pack of foes from our sight!"

Seeing that the mood among those present was not very good, Onia had to use this means to divert their attention.

If they harbored resentment against each other in the face of a formidable enemy, then this war would be indeed perilous. The opponent was not as simple as they verbally claimed. Onia’s memories of Lord Komer were fresh. He was now certain that Malone’s death was his doing. Thinking of how this man was not only skilled in Dark Magic but also had the methods of an assassin, Onia felt an immense pressure weighing on him. The opponent must know that the arrival of his forces was enough to change the course of the battle, yet they dared to accept this challenge, which meant they must have something to rely on. However, Onia’s worry could not show; a time like this called for morale to be boosted, not sapped. Moreover, Onia was confident that whatever move the opponent had, it would disappear like mist before the combined might of himself and the three Saints.

Philip also realized that the atmosphere inside the tent was not very harmonious. He could not be unaware of the condescending attitude of the others, but now was not the time for these concerns. After this battle, there would be plenty of time to contemplate. A lack of patience can ruin great plans–Philip understood this principle well.

"Gentlemen, we have already secured an absolute advantage. Our faithful allies, the Nirvana Knights, have reached the vicinity and they will deliver a fatal blow to the enemy during the battle. Coupled with the formidable power of our Royal Court Magicians and the support from the Saints of Marco for our brave Homer Knights and warriors, I’m firmly convinced that this battle will be the key to reunifying all of Homer," Duke Philip paused before continuing, "Now, let us have Viscount Saliman, the overall commander of this battle, proceed with the tactical arrangements on my behalf."

Saliman, his spirits rallied, stood out. He had been haunted since the last attack by the Undead during the battle at Bruce Fortress. He was unsure whether the attack was due to the peculiar environment of Bruce Fortress or if the opponent possessed the power of the Undead. He was inclined to believe it was a power possessed by the opponent. If that was the case, the enemy would surely make use of this force in this war as well. Fortunately, the Church of Light had sent an unparalleled Mage force which somewhat settled Saliman’s anxious heart. However, the abrupt fall of Takros Fortress still cast a shadow over his confidence, and the formidable attack power of the lower races only added to his unease. Seeing the somewhat dampened morale of the Homer warriors, he didn’t hold high hopes for this battle, but now he had no choice.

"Gentlemen, in every aspect of this war we have the absolute advantage. We have powerful knights regiments that are unstoppable on the plains; we have the valiant Storm Infantry warriors, who will be our most solid shields; we also have allies from the Nirvana Knights, who will help us strike a heavy blow from the rear; and we have the magical striking power from the Royal Court Magicians and the Church of Light. With their support, those lower races will scramble before us like frightened pigs and wolves!" Saliman was quite eloquent. "Now, I will give the orders!"

Seeing one infantry formation after another start to move in the Mirror of Thousand Miles, Fran knew that Homer’s assault was about to unfold. A team of flag bearers behind him were already waiting for orders, ready for Fran to command. Komer stood by, observing the changes in the formations through the Mirror of Thousands Miles, while also waiting for messages from the black dots in the sky—the Thunder Peng Knights were closely monitoring the Nirvana Knights, who were marching at high speed ten kilometers away. Before launching an attack, the Nirvana Knights should have a brief period of rest. It was essential to stay aware of the Nirvana Knights’ movements at all times so they could adjust the formation in readiness for battle.

As the little flags danced, the infantry formations, standing like solid rocks on the plain, finally began to move. With the steps adjusting into place, the war drums on both sides started to thunder almost simultaneously, sending soul-shaking sounds rolling across the wilderness, spurring the soldiers’ courage to surge forward. The rhythm of the marching increased wave upon wave, starting from a steady march to a brisk march, and then to a trot. Two thick black lines rapidly spread across the wilderness, forming slightly uneven arrowheads that thundered toward the front.

Lecler gently squeezed his horse’s sides, his knight spear held aloft slightly, his gaze drifting sideways. Bronin was pulling down his iron visor, not a single combat but a battle where random arrows frequently injured combatants. Covering one’s face was a wise move. The Knights formed a wedge-shaped assault unit, with Lecler and Bronin personally leading the charge. They needed to completely shatter the damned Barbarians and Half-Beastmen formations in the shortest time possible—they were determined to prove that even without the intervention of Mage power, they could crush any enemy daring to stand in their way!

With the knight leaders raising their spears suddenly, the explosive sound of hooves accompanied by the trembling of the earth emitted a dull thud. The steadily advancing Knights regiment began to accelerate, pulling away from the infantry formation behind them. They needed to tear open a fracture for the following infantry to pass through, utterly shredding the enemy’s formation, turning those damned lower races into mush under the powerful charge of the cavalry!

The infantry on both wings also began to accelerate into a jog, taking advantage of the high ground on the hillside. Saliman had noticed that the enemy had arranged up to six infantry formations as reserves, while only seventeen infantry formations were truly exposed in front of their attacking formation. Facing the absolute advantage of three knight formations and sixteen infantry formations, a faint smile brushed Saliman’s lips. He did not reserve any backup because it was unnecessary. In a situation where they had the absolute upper hand, a swift and decisive strike would destroy the enemy—that was the conclusion he, Onia, and Lecler had reached together. When those damned Barbarians and Half-Beastmen started their surge, they would first be greeted by a sky full of Magic Attacks!

Mihailovich, somewhat anxious, spurred his horse forward. Members of the Mage Corps followed closely behind. Komer had also caught up, having entrusted the operation of the battlefield to Fran, now he would join the battle as a Mage.

(To be continued. If you wish to know what happens next, please visit WWW.CMFU.COM for more Chapters, support the author, and support authorized reading!)