Chapter 528: Ferryman of the Dead
A battle of tremendous scale was splitting the stars in the Spiral Stair galaxy. Energy blasts shot left and right—summoned beasts roared, smashing through dozens of cultivators, as powerful fighters went amok behind enemy lines. Magic was everywhere. The Dao was asunder.
Elder Boatman oversaw the battle from its midst. Besides the leading Archon of each army, who were fighting their own cataclysmic battle far to the side, he was the leader here.
This was one of the largest scale clashes between them and the Immortals yet—a rare chance where their troops had outmaneuvered their enemy, temporarily earning the right to victory. A triumph here would mean a lot for the Church, both in morale and troop balance.
They couldn’t fail.
A squad of veterans charged out of the Church’s lines, impacting heavily on their opponents’. Each possessed a Dao suitable for breaking through a mass of enemies—different Daos were more or less balanced in individual combat, but in large scale battles like this, the Dao configuration of a squad was vital. Most of the battle’s tactics revolved around positioning the right cultivators at the right spots to counter the enemy.
Long lines of wizard cultivators unleashed energy blasts at the enemy from afar, protected by defense-oriented cultivators. The assault specialists of each army tried to flank the other, while a mass of mostly Physical cultivators duked it out in the middle. Everyone found their place to die.
Boatman couldn’t help reminiscing. This reminded him of his mortal years—it was infantry, cavalry, and artillery all over again.
Besides the arrangement of specialized cultivators, however, there were more stratagems at play.
The previous squad of veterans, which Boatman had been watching, had now broken deep into enemy lines. Hundreds of enemies swarmed them, pelting them with attacks as the veterans’ momentum ran out. They were too deep—they could not return, and they could not be rescued. The enemy commander must have seen the end goal of this—he’d already ordered his soldiers to retreat, no doubt, but it was difficult for the people in the melee to react in time.