The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Onia was somewhat surprised by the performance of the Caucasus’s lower-tier species armies. In his mind, faced with the roar of the Thunder God from the heavens, each of these inferior species should be running about in panic, but the scene before him was far beyond his expectations.

Although two infantry formations had already crumbled, there was no sign of a complete rout. To speak frankly, the effect of the thunder-based combination magic attack was not very good. These tough lower-tier species were certainly terrified of thunder magic, but that was more of a psychological fear; in reality, their thick armor and tower shields greatly reduced the damage. Even though the infantry of the Barbarian Soldiers had scattered, the opponent was clearly prepared. Officers immediately rushed forward to scold the panicked stragglers back into formation. The performance of these scattered soldiers astonished Onia; they were able to regroup behind the main camp in a very short amount of time. Although they were not yet able to return to their original combat strength immediately, this was enough to make one wary. Such an army was unimaginable for Onia.

What surprised Onia even more was the adaptability of the subsequent Barbarian and Half-Beastmen infantry formations to the thunder-based magic attacks. They kept changing their formations, on one hand evading thunder magic attacks, and on the other hand consciously speeding up their advance, hoping to make contact with the Army of Homer as soon as possible to force the mages to hold back. This intent was very clear, and it made Onia admire the flexibility of the Caucasus Army commanders.

"Onia, why do these low-tier species have such good psychological endurance and adaptability?" The Veiled Saintess, who had been silently standing by Onia’s side, also realized the abnormality of the situation and asked in a deep voice.

"Miss Iliana, it seems that the Caucasians came prepared. Not only are they aware of our arrival, but they have also undergone targeted training for this," Onia nodded, his gaze still sweeping over Battlefield, "This is not a good sign. However, now is not the time to jump to conclusions. Perhaps we should change the type of magic."

"Hmm, Light Magic is not the most effective against these low-tier species. Let Salianco and the others give these damned Barbarians a good lesson with a Fire Magic Array," the Veiled Saintess’s veil fluttered slightly, as if her mood had been affected.

"Alright, I need to go help them out. If we’re going to play, let’s finish them off once and for all!" Onia also nodded in agreement. A Fire Magic Array was undoubtedly the best way to deal with such large-scale group charges, and turning these Barbarians and Half-Beastmen into a bunch of roasted pigs was also a pleasant thought. However, it would take more than one or two mages to complete a Fire Magic Array capable of ending the battle in one go, not even a Light Saint could do it.

Detection Magic immediately conveyed to Komer the crazily dense changes of fire elements in the air, "Damn it, the scum of the Church of Light, they plan to use Fire Magic to deal with my precious Soldiers!"