The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Philip and Carl Libukneisi looked grimly at the scene before them. They had exerted all their power and hadn’t even left a reserve team, yet they hadn’t anticipated that the seemingly invincible Royal Court Magicians and the Three Saints of the Church of Light would be so ineffective against the enemy’s restriction and harassment. Even Maldono had been severely wounded by the enemy’s undead assassins, which shocked both Philip and Carl Libukneisi. The enemy’s strength was formidable. Without the support of the Royal Court Magicians and the Church of Light, Philip and Carl didn’t know what direction the battle would take, but even now, the situation seemed to be increasingly turning against them.

"If that damned Light Saint is to die, let him die," but he stubbornly clung to life, necessitating another Light Saint to take on the responsibility of saving his fading life. This significantly tied down their own mages’ power. Onia and those three haughty Light Knights were also firmly suppressed by two giant undead giants; the slightest misstep could lead to a collapse. The Veiled Saintess, however, proved somewhat capable; under her full effort, the Heavenly Sacred Flame had greatly hindered the Black Warrior Battle Group. Perhaps with a bit more persistence, they could completely annihilate this group of undead.

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But upon seeing the situation ahead, Philip and Carl’s hearts couldn’t help but sink. The Mage Corps’ victory did not mean a victory in the overall battle. True victory eventually had to be achieved through the military success on the Battlefield. Seeing the flood of magic attacks falling upon the Knights Regiment and the following Infantry Formation also suffering from this calamity made Philip and Carl feel like crying without tears. They had thought that their powerful mages could deliver a devastating blow to the enemy’s infantry, but now the situation had reversed. The magic attacks of the Caucasus now fell upon their own troops, and their own mages were exhausted from the onslaught of the undead.

Now their only hope rested on the Nirvana Knights, who were conducting a flank attack. If they could seize the opportunity to break through the Caucasus camp’s flank and disrupt their deployment, the war could still belong to Homer. But the question was, could the Nirvana Knights deliver this fatal blow? Why had they still not seen a shadow of them?

Cooklin and Falcon exchanged doubtful and alarmed looks. The shadows circling in the sky were increasing, now numbering more than ten. Even if they lacked experience in fighting with Barbarians, they realized this might be a secret weapon from those lower races. Encountering such a situation less than ten miles from the Battlefield, Cooklin harbored an ominous premonition. The battle cries from the west were faintly audible, indicating that the intenseness of the main battlefield was heating up. According to their plan, their Nirvana Knights should take advantage of the enemy being unprepared and launch a sudden attack on the flanks, completely crushing the enemy’s side defenses and thus breaking the overall enemy lines to win the war. But now, it seemed the enemy had long detected their plan, as evidenced by the increasing shadows overhead.

"Cooklin, be careful, those damned beasts seem to be lining up to attack!" Falcon suddenly cried out louder, who had been observing the activities of those swirling raptors above, "Oh, by the gods, there are people up there! There are actually people riding them?!"

Falcon’s tense voice made Cooklin’s heart leap. Falcon was right, there were indeed people mounted above, and they were fully armed warriors—from their attire, clearly Barbarian Warriors from the Caucasus. They had managed to tame such massive and fierce birds? What kind of birds were these?!

Before Cooklin’s doubts had a chance to be addressed, the first wave of air assault had already been launched!

Five giant birds spread their wings and swooped down in a "V" formation. The Knights of the regiment were already prepared, holding their spears slantingly, forming a forest of spears pointed towards the sky. If those damned beasts dared to swoop down, the Knight Spears, swiftly thrusting upward, combined with the Fierce Wind Fighting Qi, would let these ignorant beasts taste the true valor of the Nirvana Knights.

Sate’s eyes nearly burst into flames. Seeing the main battlefield right ahead, yet blocked by these damned beasts, the speed of the Knights Regiment slowed significantly. The few miles had become so distant, leaving him feeling powerless. All of this was due to the two cowards in front, and he couldn’t understand why Duke Zellin would let Cooklin, the coward, be the Knight Leader. Sate had always believed that he was more suited to the position, reflecting the Knight’s inviolability and sanctity.

Muller calmly surveyed the dense Knights Formation below. The calmness and composure shown by the opposing side made him realize that this group of knights was a formidable foe. However, his duty was not to inflict major damage to the opponent but to delay these powerful enemies from entering the battlefield as much as possible, to win time for their comrades on the main battlefield. This was fairly easier than having to confront these knights face-to-face.