The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 922: Volume 29, Distant Sword Qi, - 16, Nightmare

Chapter 922: Volume 29, Distant Sword Qi, Chapter 16, Nightmare

Accompanied by the lingering aftereffects of two forceful bombardments, the United Army had no choice but to once again endure the fierce strikes from the magic-armed guns. Nearly a hundred soldiers under the two circular impact points turned to charred corpses. Although the magicians quickly took control of the situation and the priests aided the injured soldiers with the fastest healing, there was no doubt that the morale of the United Army suffered a heavy blow. If this trend could not be curtailed, it was no false claim that the situation would further deteriorate.

However, the magicians had long been confident in their response, with a continuing barrage of magic attacks firmly enveloping the positions of the two magic-armed guns. The turbulent flow of magical elements continuously burst forth, shattering the Homer side’s weak magical defenses in an instant. The two magic-armed guns, unsurprisingly, turned into a heap of broken copper and iron. The magicians from the Church of Light could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and it was now time for these crude barbarians to face the remaining magical assaults.

Komer gritted his teeth as he witnessed the scene unfold before him. It was expected that the two magic-armed guns would be reduced to ruins, yet seeing his painstakingly crafted weapons turn to ash after only two shots was heart-wrenchingly painful for anyone. Those arrogant Light Mages even began to join forces mid-air to launch magic attacks on his infantry formations, completely ignoring the threat of his own assault troops, relying of course, on the Light Knights looming fiercely at their back.

Komer’s eyes blazed with malevolence as he stared fiercely at the magicians hovering uncertainly in the air and the Light Knights standing ready below. Clenching his fists until they were almost dripping water, he thought, Very well, Light Mages, don’t you pride yourselves on limitless mana and supreme skills? Then let me show you that there are always greater powers, and this is the perfect opportunity to settle all scores and grievances!

With a discreet gesture from Komer, the flag officers beside him, who had been hiding in the rear ready with their flag signals, arranged multiple large red flags into a particular symbol. Even in the presence of outsiders, it was completely incomprehensible why the Homer people would suddenly perform such an act, but they would soon understand that this was an outright murder in the making!

The Thunder Peng Knights lurking atop the soaring Thunder Peng had noticed the ground signals and immediately communicated with special whistles, quickly forming a triangular assault formation. The Thunder Peng, with wingspans of over five meters, leveraged the air currents to fly outward, needing a certain distance to initiate their lightning strike. Meanwhile, the Homer Knights on the ground also took the lead in leaping out of the formation, seeking to draw the attention of the Light Knights and create an opportunity for the aerial assault.

Neither Trajan and Kent, nor the joint offense by Lecler and Solonberg led them to take the situation lightly. To be frank, the early initiation of the battle of powerhouses by the Homer side was quite to the taste of Trajan’s Kent, but this was not merely a war between knights. Behind them, there were still tens of thousands of soldiers, which was the key to the war. And the duels between powerhouses were accurately described as nothing more than a complementary spectacle.

The joint challenge by Lecler and Solonberg merely prompted Kent to send out his two lieutenants to battle, while the Homer Knights behind them were impatiently met by the anxiously waiting Thunderhorse Knights. A fight thick with killing intent and close-quarter combat first broke out between the forces of the knights. The Thunderhorse Knights had to prove their status and dignity as something not to be challenged with their victory, while the Homer Knights sought to validate with the blood of their foes that secular knights could also dominate the overbearing Church Knights.

The whistling sound of Fighting Qi resonated on the Battlefield from the first moment the sides engaged, the tumultuous winds, dust, sparks, and even the slightly distorted space reminded the following infantry soldiers not to approach this area. This territory was not theirs and warned them that this was a true battle of power; anyone getting too close was undoubtedly choosing death.

Douglas and Iso’s eyes shone brightly as their Knight Spears erupted with a dazzling white light. The stark Fighting Qi of Light enveloped them in a layer of radiant silver armor, and the gently undulating light made them appear as divine beings descending to the mortal realm. At this moment, neither held anything back, resolved to defeat their enemies flawlessly as the only means to prove themselves.

Douglas and Iso understood that this was not a common fight; this battle was crucial for internal dynamics within the Church of Light and the secular forces of both Nicosia and the entire northern Blue Continent. If they could deal a heavy blow to their opponents on such a special occasion, it would undoubtedly greatly elevate their status and image, providing a significant boost in the subsequent competition for the position of Thunderhorse Knights’ Leader. Although their opponents showed formidable strength from the outset, for knights, the stronger the enemy, the more it roused their fighting spirit. Only in this close brush with life and death could they truly experience the thrill of supremacy. Only by defeating the strong could they demonstrate their commanding presence.

The unpredictable currents and a myriad of complex elements continuously swirled above the Homer formations. The soldiers of both the Furious Wave Corps and the Rock Corps felt the divine Pressure from the heavenly realm, but rigorous training and multiple baptisms of blood and fire had forged their wills and discipline of steel. Even if their comrades turned to ash beside them, if they still had a breath left, they would carry out their orders unflinchingly, for only such an Army could achieve final victory in war!

The Homer-Caucasus Allied Wizards began their move, continually invoking large magic arrays to bolster the defense of their massive central forces, a critical task. They also organized effective magic attacks against the enemy’s camp. Given the strength of the opponent’s mages, Rebry ultimately chose a defense-oriented strategy, believing that as long as their infantry’s strength was preserved, victory would surely belong to them in the final conflict. The prerequisite was that their infantry troops must survive this magic confrontation battle.

Six gargantuan Thunder Pengs, under the deliberate control of their knights, cautiously concealed their innate thunder-based magical power. This was an inherent ability they possessed, but at that moment, it could have led to a premature detection by the enemy mages, thereby impacting the effectiveness of their surprise attack. What they needed then was time, not anything else.

Like six silent, mammoth ghosts, swirling within the airborne tempest of wind and clouds, these phantom figures stealthily descended to the low altitude just over ten meters behind the United Army. The strong beat of their wings sent dry grass and leaves on the ground scattering. However, at that moment, everyone’s attention was drawn to the intense battle ahead. Even powerhouses like Trajan, Kent, and Lorenzo, were all uniformly engrossed awaiting the scene of the Army of Homer crumbling under the ferocious magic attacks.

It appeared that there was nothing that could turn the tide of the battle, even though Komer had already dispatched his trump card, the Dark Knights, to the field. Nonetheless, they failed to change the situation. Kent alone met the challenge of three Dark Knights, including Vladimir Koff, while four Fallen Knights were firmly pressed to the edge of the battlefield by the triangular phalanx of Three Tianpeng Knights.

Trajan could even observe all this with a relaxed and leisurely stance. Behind him, several dozen Thunderhorse Knights and Heavenly Peng Knights were eagerly awaiting his command to attack. If it weren’t for Kent’s impatience, Trajan wouldn’t need to step into the fray himself to send these damned Dark refuse to hell. It seemed there was nothing that could change the scenario before him. Trajan sighed. Although the enemy apparently still had some forces yet to reveal, such as the Beautiful Female Knight and that strange Undead Summoner, Trajan was confident that the enemy had nearly played all their cards. Compared to the dozens of battle-hardened Light Knights behind him, the enemy’s hand seemed far too limited.

But he was thinking too simply. They had forgotten that their opponent was never one to passively respond to attacks.

A piercing scream of wind whizzed overhead, and the strong currents nearly lifted the helmets off the United Army soldiers. Knowing full well that one must not look away from the battle, the soldiers still instinctively looked up.

Six massive shadows passed over the heads of the United Army soldiers from back to front, close overhead. The soldiers only felt a darkness flash before their eyes as the shadows sped by like lightning. The Thunder Pengs, having suddenly ascended, soared like drawn swords straight toward their target—those Light Mages floating in midair, fully focused on gathering Mana for their magic attacks.

With talons like a ship’s anchor and feathers like steel whiskers, they swept across the sky. Accompanied by the deafening sound of a thunderous explosion, the Thunder Pengs’ long-suppressed thunder-based magic power was finally unleashed through both talons and feathers, sealing the fate of the complacent Light Mages.

Blood rained down amidst pitiful howls in mid-air, as the mages’ dismembered bodies fell, sprinkling down upon the stunned knights and soldiers below, like a hellish nightmare unfolding before their eyes!

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