Chapter 205: Shook The Wall
The storm of attacks descended without mercy. Arrows pierced through the air in dense waves. Their sharp whistles overlapped into a continuous shriek as they rained down upon Red’s army.
At the same time, magical attacks followed right behind them. Fireballs tore through the front lines, beams of condensed Ether slammed into clustered groups, and streaks of light carved across the battlefield with brutal precision.
The impact came instantly.
Men at the front didn’t even have time to react. Their bodies jerked violently as arrows pierced through armor and flesh while others were swallowed by explosions of fire and light, their bodies thrown back or simply erased under the overwhelming force.
Screams erupted everywhere.
Some of them tried to raise their weapons or attempted to form defenses too late because Red didn’t give them any orders. So, against a coordinated barrage like this from above, hesitation meant death.
One by one, they died.
Those who lacked the strength or the ability to defend themselves died almost instantly, their bodies collapsing or scattering across the ground before they could even understand what had hit them.
And in the middle of it, Red didn’t move.
He didn’t even glance at them.
His gaze remained fixed upward. His grin didn’t change one bit, as if the chaos unfolding around him had nothing to do with him.
A thin layer of bloody orange Ether spread across his body to form a faint barrier that shimmered just enough to be seen. It wrapped around him like a second skin, pulsing softly as the incoming attacks collided against it.
Arrows shattered before reaching him. Magic dispersed on contact, breaking apart into fragments of fading light and heat.
Not a single attack reached his body.
Behind him, a small group stood firm.
Peter and ten others—his elite—moved with precision. They raised their weapons to deflect the incoming arrows with clean and practiced movements or activated their abilities to form shields or disperse the magic before it could land.
They hold on and alive, unlike the rest.
Because the rest... They were dying.
Screams echoed across the battlefield, overlapping into a chaotic chorus of pain and panic. Bodies fell one after another, their formation breaking apart under the relentless assault.
And still, Red didn’t care.
Up on the wall, Michael saw everything. His jaw tightened.
"He is still the same... " he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with rising anger.
Nothing had changed. Even with everything he had gained, even with that power growing inside him, Red remained the same person.
Someone who treated others as nothing more than expendable tools.
No one around Michael looked surprised. They had all seen it before.
Red was never respected because of how he led. He was feared. Respected only because of his overwhelming strength.
And that strength alone was enough to keep people following him... even as they died for him.
The barrage continued for several more seconds, relentless and unbroken.
Then it stopped.
One by one, the attacks stopped. Bows lowered. Magic circles flickered and faded. The glow of Ether dimmed as exhaustion set in.
The ranged attackers had spent too much and now their MP ran dry.
Silence slowly returned to the battlefield, broken only by the fading echoes of destruction and the occasional weak groan from those who still clung to life.
Smoke and dust lingered in the air.
And as it began to clear, the aftermath revealed itself.
Bodies scattered across the ground.
Some were unmoving while others barely breathing.
The once-large army had been torn apart before the battle had even properly begun.
But at the very center of it all Red still stood, completely unharmed.
The faint bloody orange barrier faded slowly from his body, dissolving into the air as his grin remained.
Then his grin widened slightly as the dust settled and his eyes finally scanned the aftermath, but still with clear disinterest.
Broken and unmoving bodies lay scattered across the ground behind him, while faint groans lingered in the air from those who hadn’t died instantly. The destruction was absolute. Yet none of it seemed to matter to him.
He tilted his head just a little, as if mildly curious.
"That’s it?" Red called out, his voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "Is that all you’ve got?"
His tone wasn’t mocking in an obvious way. It was worse. It sounded genuinely unimpressed.
Up on the wall, Michael didn’t answer.
His silence stretched, heavy and controlled, but the tension in his body said everything. His jaw remained tight, his eyes locked onto Red without wavering. Around him, the others also stayed quiet. The earlier momentum from their attack had faded, replaced by apprehension.
Because even after everything they had just thrown at him... Red stood there completely untouched.
And worse, He didn’t care. About the damage, about the dead lying behind him. Not even enough to spare them a glance.
Red’s eyes narrowed slightly as the silence continued. Then, without another word, he raised his arm slowly.
He pointed forward directly at the crystal wall.
"Attack."
The command came sharp and immediate.
The reaction was instant.
The ten elites behind him moved without hesitation.
Three of them stepped forward first, their hands already glowing as Ether gathered rapidly around them. Magic circles flared into existence beneath their feet, brighter and denser than anything the defenders had shown earlier. The air warped slightly around the concentration of power before they released it all at once.
Blasts of condensed energy tore forward.
Dark violet beams twisted with streaks of burning orange, spiraling as they shot across the battlefield and slammed directly into the crystal wall.
At the same time, the remaining seven moved.
Their bodies blurred as they surged forward at high speed, closing the distance in seconds. Among them, Peter led the charge, his figure cutting through the air with precise and controlled movement.
They didn’t hesitate. They went straight for the wall.
The first impact came a heartbeat later.
The crystal wall trembled.
A deep, resonating sound echoed outward as the ranged attacks struck first, waves of energy spreading across the surface of the translucent structure. The glow along the wall flickered violently where the attacks landed. The layered Ether crystal wall rippled like disturbed water under immense pressure.
Then the melee fighters reached it.
Weapons collided against the surface with explosive force. Weapons and enhanced strikes slammed into the wall repeatedly, sending visible shockwaves across its structure.
The entire wall shook. Not a small vibration, but a heavy sustained tremor that ran through its entire length.
Cracks didn’t form yet, but the stability wavered.
Up above, the boy controlling the wall flinched as his body jerked slightly. The glow beneath his feet flickered unevenly as the strain transferred directly to him.
His breathing hitched. The pressure wasn’t normal. It felt like something was trying to tear through his ability by force.
Another round of attacks hit.
The wall shook harder this time.
The layered Ether composing it distorted visibly, the once smooth and stable surface now rippling under continuous impact.
The sound of repeated strikes echoed relentlessly carrying enough force to make those standing on top feel it through their feet.
"Prepare to open the gate," Michael ordered the boy.
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