The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Twelve mages turned into a mess of defeated limbs and bodies in that fleeting moment. As the blood rained down, the nauseating scent of gore overwhelmed the knights, who were yet to react, their eyes wide with fury.

"It’s the Cordillera Wasteland Thunder Peng! Curse those barbarians!" Trajan and Kent realized almost simultaneously, roaring as they leapt up, trying to intercept the Thunder Peng. But the lightning-fast creature had already streaked past, and all they could do was watch helplessly as six dark shadows disappeared into the distant sky.

The Thunder Peng’s squad was quite pleased with the slaughter of the twelve mages. Although they couldn’t completely eliminate the threat of the opposing mages, they had already inflicted severe damage on the mage force of the United Army.

Komer couldn’t help but clap in admiration; this dark move was truly indescribable. It immediately crushed the arrogance of the Light Mages. Looking at the remaining mages’ pale faces and their unsettled eyes, Komer believed that even if these men were to launch a magic attack, they would be distracted as they’d constantly fear the aerial assassins from behind. The Light Knights hadn’t kept their promise; they had failed in their duty to protect.

The Thunder Peng circled around and hovered above the United Army’s camp. The crossbowmen posed no threat to them at this range. They didn’t need to attack at this moment; merely circling around the United Army’s camp was enough to exert tremendous psychological pressure on the mages, especially witnessing their recently cheerful comrades being dismembered right before their eyes. Despite the Light Mages’ efforts to calm themselves, they were unable to do so for quite some time.

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The heavy casualties suffered by the Light Mages significantly eased the pressure on the Union Mage Squad, which had been tirelessly resisting magic attacks. Various magic elements that had shrouded the Homer Camp also began to dissipate. Seizing this opportunity, Rebry switched from defense to attack. The Star Space Formation built jointly by Newman and others was immediately activated. The vast sky above the United Army’s camp roiled, and though it was daytime, the sunlight faded, turning the originally azure sky a strange shade of green.

Lorenzo’s face shifted slightly. He was not adept at Star Magic, but he knew that in such a large-scale military confrontation, Star Magic was undoubtedly the most effective means of attack. If the power of Star Magic were to fall into their camp, the morale, already battered by unexpected strikes from magic equipment and the Thunder Peng, would drop even further. And he could almost predict the outcome of the upcoming formal confrontation; he absolutely could not let this happen.