The Vastness of Magical Destiny

Meanwhile, two Black Warrior Kings also moved to the rear of the Windriding Knights’ formation to launch an attack, their Bone Spirit Flame Swords swirling and stirring up billowing dust and smoke, shrouding the entire battlefield in layers of thin mist. This was the poisonous fog created from burning putrid bones, lethal when inhaled by ordinary people, and even for those strong in martial arts, easily penetrating through the skin to cause indirect harm.

The Dark Flame Demons roared, wielding their Trident Magic Halberds as they charged into the circle that the Windriding Knights had deliberately weakened to form an enclosing trap. They seemed completely unaware of the trap’s existence, and the attacks launched by the three Dark Flame Demons wielding Trident Magic Halberds and Bone Spirit Flame Swords naturally merged together. Purple-black fireballs and flame orbs continuously spouted from their weapons, scattering in all directions and clashing with the Fighting Qi unleashed by the Windriding Knights, stirring up a dazzling array of colorful lights.

Caesar watched all this with a cold gaze, undeniable, the strength of this bunch of undead was quite formidable, and from the outside, it even seemed that the undead swarming from all sides had the upper hand. But Caesar had absolute confidence in his Windriding Knights; the twelve sharp formations were enough to destroy any evil that dared to stand in their way, let alone the undead!

The twelve offensive sharp circles continuously shifted shapes, now enclosing the Ghost Knights, now dragging down the Black Warrior Kings, but their main attack force was still concentrated on the front of the Skeleton Warriors’ formation.

They were well aware among these forces, while the Skeleton Warriors were more numerous, they were significantly weaker in individual strength compared to the Ghost Knights and Black Warrior Kings, not to mention the Dark Flame Demons. If they could destroy the Skeleton Warriors’ phalanx from the front, then the remaining Black Warriors and Dark Flame Demons would fall into the enclosing circle of the Windriding Knights. Even if the Ghost Knights could escape the attack with the help of their Ghost Warhorses, by that time, the mere presence of two Ghost Knights would no longer matter.

Komer also keenly noticed this, the black fog was getting thinner, and the speed at which the shattered Skeleton Warriors were replenished was also slowing down. It was clear that unleashing so many undead had also significantly impacted Uma’s Dark Force. But it was not enough to stop the Windriding Knights’ assault.

A high-level advanced enhancement spell quietly formed in Komer’s hands; he had to provide Uma with a power supplement. Otherwise, Uma might have difficulty launching a stronger offensive. Komer did not want Uma to take any risks; the trace of enlightenment within Iliana was always a scourge. If he didn’t retain enough Dark Magic Power to suppress it, perhaps the moment the magic power was pushed to the limit would also mark the end of Uma’s life.

"Lord Komer, are you thinking of intervening?" Noyola’s penetrating gaze fixated on Komer’s movements, "We agreed not to interfere in their war."

Komer cursed inwardly, now was apparently not the best time to trigger a full-scale war; he still needed to observe the changes in the battle.

Xerob and Welch had taken their positions, but the problem lay in Vazinsky and Frenster’s traces also appearing around Damarlinsk Castle. Komer was certain they were also observing the battle through their particular means. Only by maintaining balance could he prevent them from approaching Damarlinsk Castle. Once a melee erupted, Komer could not guarantee if Vazinsky and Frenster would not intervene, and whether Welch and Xerob would be willing to make a move, or if they could withstand the combined force of Vazinsky and Frenster after they acted. All this was beyond Komer’s control; he did not want the situation to become uncontrollable. It was all in his hands.

"Lecler, what are you waiting for?" Komer’s gaze darkened, stabbing at Lecler and his companions like a sharp spike, "What, are you reluctant to take action, or do you want to sit back and watch the fight unfold?"