Chapter 61 : All Victory Lies in Whether One Has Gained His Recognition!
Chapter 61: All Victory Lies in Whether One Has Gained His Recognition!
The course of events was actually much better than Lynn had imagined.
Humans were no fools, after all.
How could they possibly stand idly by and watch their trump card get smashed to pulp?
After the Abomination shattered two Oak Giants in near-unstoppable devastation the Magicians within the four Magic Towers finally received a clear order.
They immediately abandoned the earlier strategy of suppressing and weakening the Liches’ spells.
Instead, they gathered all their focus and power with one single target: the Abomination King!
“Boom!”
Massive lightning tore across the night sky.
Solid ice formed out of thin air.
Enormous rocks shot in parabolic arcs...
The lights of the Magic Towers flared suddenly, then dimmed just as quickly.
All kinds of spells rained down like they cost nothing, furiously bombarding the Abomination.
As mentioned before, this monster’s hide was thick, its physical defense immense, and it could devour flesh to rapidly heal its wounds.
Yet it had almost no particular resistance to elemental magic!
Thus, as clouds of foul smoke rose into the air,
the Abomination roared in both pain and fury.
Its steps—those that had been pursuing the third Oak Giant—were forcibly halted.
Charred holes covered its colossal body.
“This… this finally stopped it!”
Old John exclaimed in delight—only for worry to drown that joy a moment later.
“But it’s only a delaying tactic. This monster’s endurance is absurd!”
“The Magic Towers’ stored energy isn’t infinite either. They can’t really blow it to pieces!”
Old John couldn’t help but ask anxiously, “Priest Colin, what should we do next?”
“Should we take this chance, while the enemy’s leader is trapped, to focus our fire on those annoying Lich underlings?”
Colin surveyed the chaotic battlefield.
Those Liches—hovering low in the air, shrieking and casting negative spells—were cunning as foxes.
They would strike once, then retreat immediately, never engaging for long.
Thus, Colin shook his head decisively. “No.”
“The Liches aren’t very destructive, but they’re troublesome to kill.”
“To completely wipe them out would take far too much time… and the battlefield can’t afford such a delay.”
Colin paused, a faint bitterness tugging at the corner of his lips.
“How ironic. The number of Liches we’ve managed to kill after fighting so long…”
“...isn’t even as many as the Abomination crushed by accident during its rampage.”
“Then what should we do? Just keep dragging this out?”
Taylor asked, utterly perplexed. “We won’t last forever like this!”
At that moment, the female Magician Avril lifted her gaze toward the golden figure in the sky, who remained silent throughout.
He floated with eyes closed and four wings spread wide, as if the brutal slaughter below were but the playful quarrel of children.
Avril could not help whispering softly, “Perhaps… Priest Colin already has a plan in mind, doesn’t he?”
There was no doubt in her tone, only reverence and unwavering faith.
Colin slowly nodded.
As the only bridge favored by the Angel, he had indeed received a few subtle hints from Lynn.
It was precisely this understanding that made Colin wholeheartedly approve of focusing all attacks on the Abomination.
Furthermore, Colin understood better than anyone the deeper intent behind the Angel’s arrangement!
The Angel truly possessed unimaginable might and mercy!
His descending Miracles could shake heaven and earth, moving all creation!
However, it seemed the Angel had only recently awakened from a long slumber…
like a giant stretching his limbs after deep sleep.
His divine authority and power were perhaps still gradually returning, not yet at their peak.
Or maybe His divine strength was closely linked to the faith offered by His believers?
Colin pondered all of this, his mind unusually clear.
In summary, as the Angel’s most devout follower, he must share in His worries!
It was the duty and responsibility that Colin Gilbert must bear!
Thus, as Old John, Baron Gregor Wells, and Taylor all turned their anxious gazes toward him,
Colin took a deep breath.
A calm, almost compassionate expression spread across his face.
He spoke slowly in a deep voice:
“Brothers and sisters.”
“The key to victory in this war—”
“has never been about how sharp our blades are.”
“Not about how bright our Magic Towers shine.”
“Nor about how many enemies we can slay!”
As confusion flickered in the crowd’s eyes,
Colin’s voice grew firmer and stronger:
“It lies within ourselves!”
“It lies in whether our hearts burn with the flame of courage bright enough to light our path!”
“It lies in whether our souls can hold firm, never yielding to the darkness!”
“It lies—”
Colin suddenly raised his hand, and pointed toward the golden figure blazing in the heavens.
His resounding voice carried an unshakable, blazing conviction:
“—it lies in whether we can use our courage and faith to truly move the Angel who watches over all living things!”
“To let the Angel witness our mortal struggle and defiance!”
“To make the Angel acknowledge that we are worthy of His protection!”
“Worthy of this light of hope!!!”
Wow!
Those words—thunderous and earth-shattering rippled through everyone’s hearts.
Indeed!
All eyes instinctively turned once again to that sacred, majestic angelic form.
The balance of this battle the very scale of victory and defeat from the moment they decided to lure the enemy deep and fight to the end, from the moment the Angel descended upon the battlefield, had already been lifted from their mortal chessboard!
All strategies, all power comparisons, all predictions of victory had lost their meaning before absolute divine might!
We were still scrambling, fretting over troop placement, worrying about tower energy…
How utterly foolish, to miss the essence and cling to the trivial!
Sudden enlightenment, tinged with guilt, washed through everyone’s hearts.
They had not yet fully shed their past habits had not escaped the shackles of personal heroism.
They had not yet fully merged into this new order guided by collective faith…
After a brief silence,
Baron Gregor Wells spoke, voice trembling with the deepest longing of all.
“So, Priest Colin—”
“Has the Angel… acknowledged our courage?”