Chapter 149: The Battle of the Legion!
December 18, 2015
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
All four Sorceresses of Modo are in position.
Although there are still many demons in front of them, the appearance of Gloria, the Fallen Witch, Vivian, and the High Priest has completely reversed the situation on the battlefield.
—“Mind Blast!”
—“Flame Whip!”
—“Dominate Demon!”
—“Blizzard!”
Four beams of Spell Light instantly envelop the entire battlefield. Vivian takes the lead, gathering a Flame Whip out of thin air in her palm, and with a casual swing, a blazing fire spreads out. As the half-sister of Soren, despite being a gifted Divine Sorceress, she still possesses impressive melee skills. In this world, no Spellcaster is without any physical strength; every wizard can endure close combat, but their capabilities simply do not match those of melee professionals.
The Fallen Witch moves effortlessly among the demons.
As the contractee of the Succubus Queen, she seems to possess certain abilities of high-level succubi, such as a peculiar charm spell and the special ability to dominate lower-tier demons.
With the four Legendary Sorceresses attacking together, the demon army finally poses no threat.
Although their numbers are still large, it is nearly impossible for them to breach the walls. Although Gloria and her companions have the advantage, they do not launch a counterattack. There are certainly devastating spells capable of determining the outcome of a war, but most require high levels of resources. The current situation does not allow them to use overly resource-intensive spells.
Such as Meteor Swarm.
If anyone could use this spell, there’s no doubt it could end the battle in an instant.
But!
What would be the consequences of using Meteor Swarm?
First, the terrifying impact would obliterate all these demons, and then the meteorite would entirely alter the nearby terrain structure upon hitting the ground. Following that, the powerful shockwave would sweep everything nearby—the walls, houses, residents, and farmland. Meteorites from the Astral Realm are likely to have radiation; a spell with such lethal potential also means incredibly destructive power, and this town could easily turn to ruins in an instant.
The effect of a Meteor Shower might be slightly better.
However, it can only be used to attack from the rear, and if it’s any closer, none of the guards fighting near the town could survive.
In this stalemate, to avoid harming allies, eight-circle spells are already the limit.
What they need to do now is stabilize the situation and wait for the Modo army to arrive and completely eliminate these demons.
A dragon’s roar sounds!
The High Priest looks up at the sky, and then opens a mental barrier. Accompanied by a surge of Dragon Pressure descending from above, a young Shadow Dragon appears on the battlefield.
—“Dragon Breath!”
A horrific poisonous mist envelops the battlefield. Although the young dragon is not as powerful as an adult dragon, its strength is still enough to suppress many demons. After all, dragons are apex predators in any plane.
A beam of Spell Light appears.
Although he has been in Modo for a long time, the wizard Saruman, who hasn’t shown himself in quite a while, now teleports to the vicinity of the battlefield.
Seeing so many demons, he is startled, and then flies towards a breach in the city wall.
Some strange seeds are scattered down.
—“Magic Vines!”
—“Magic Plants!”
—“Growth Spell!”
For a long time, Saruman has been studying the strange mutated plants from the Overseas Islands, most of which are extremely dangerous and filled with carnivorous properties. Now, under the power of magic, these seeds quickly sprout from the ground, turning into poisonous vines and carnivorous plants with sharp teeth. Even some bizarre plants that appear as if they could be ghostly faces. These plants attack frantically the moment demons come close; the mutated carnivorous plants from the overseas islands are already biological level 5 or higher, more dangerous now than ever, quickly sealing off the breach in the city wall.
“Stand back,”
Saruman says to the guards beside him, gripping his staff. “Go help elsewhere. I can handle this area.”
Dozens of venom-seeping vines swirl around.
At this moment, Saruman looks more like a unique type of Druid, controlling these mutated plants in a peculiar way, killing the nearby demons one by one.
“What is this!?…”
“It seems his research has yielded results!”
Gloria notices the situation, fully aware of what Saruman has been researching. Soren and she both know that while this type of experiment is somewhat dangerous, they have tacitly approved of Saruman’s work. Now, seeing the performance of these carnivorous plants on the battlefield, it seems Saruman has had a breakthrough, having cultivated controllable products using the method of making magical plants.
The power of the vines is immense, easily strong enough to strangle mid-tier demons.
They constantly ooze deadly toxins; just touching the skin can corrode even demons, with severed vines regenerating instantly, but eventually wilting after a certain point. At this time, Saruman would sprinkle some more seeds and begin casting again.
The battle continues.
However, the demon’s offensive is considerably weakened; the battlefield gradually shifts to below the city wall, with hardly any demons able to scale the walls anymore.
The only existing threat is those Demon Spiders, against which the witches do not dare to let their guard down.
“小黑!” (Xiao Hei!)
“Kill them!”
Vivian’s figure retreats; she seems to dislike these grotesque spiders and is reluctant to approach them. She then calls up to the sky, and a massive Bipedal Wyvern swoops down.
This Bipedal Wyvern should have been given a touch of divinity by Vivian; otherwise, it wouldn’t have grown so large in such a short time.
The dragon’s roar sounds again.
There are even more this time, but the Dragon Pressure is not as intense.
“The Dragon Knights have arrived!”
Huge shadows appear at the edge of the battlefield, followed by the Drow Warrior riding the Bipedal Wyverns. Currently, Modo has only one combat formation.
There are a total of five Dragon Knights.
Ordinary humans cannot meet the requirements to ride and control Bipedal Wyverns. Even among the Drow, only those trained in riding and battle with petrified lizards can achieve this.
Such talents number only about a dozen even within the Drow.
This means that even if Modo could tame enough Bipedal Wyverns, they could only produce two Dragon Knight formations in the short term with about twelve Dragon Knights.
While their numbers are scarce, the combat power of the Dragon Knights is incredibly strong.
The combat prowess of the sub-dragon species is already astonishing, paired with the Drow Warriors’ superior skills, they can achieve one-hit kills against mid-tier demons!
The toughness of their dragon hides is sufficient; long-range attacks do not have much effect on them.
—“Dragon Tail Sweep!”
Seemingly sensing that the demons are poorly equipped, the Shadow Dragon realizes that most of the demons cannot inflict serious damage on it due to its dragon scales. Coupled with the divine techniques occasionally granted by the High Priest for healing, it simply descends from the sky and executes a Dragon Tail Sweep, knocking away more than ten demons in an instant and clearing a space of nearly thirty meters around.
—“Dragon Wing Strike!”
The two combo moves of adult dragons are moves even Soren once dared not take head-on; these demons undoubtedly cannot resist. The Shadow Dragon seems to enter a double mode in the midst of the demon army.
Clang, clang, clang!
The heavy sound of hooves resonates, accompanied by the fluttering of black flags in the wind. A squad of fully armored heavy cavalry appears on the battlefield.
Heavy Cavalry.
Currently, Modo has fewer than five hundred personnel because the overseas regions lack war horses; this heavy cavalry unit has not expanded in number.
“Lance!”
The Sir slowly lowers his visor, galloping ahead of the heavy cavalry line, shouting, “It’s time to show those bastards our strength! Let’s not let them always mock us as mere decorations!”
“Knights!”
“Let a glorious victory tell them—In true warfare, we are the protagonists!”
Modo values the ocean.
For a long time, this cavalry unit has been in an awkward position, as they never had the opportunity to showcase their strength in naval battles, and there are not many places on land where they can be utilized. Generally, there are no enemies in land warfare requiring Modo to deploy heavy cavalry. The Sir, born into a fallen noble family, is a member of Modo’s pirate leaders, and as the captain of this heavy cavalry, he has endured a fair amount of scorn from others. Now that they finally have a chance to fight as cavalry, he naturally rushed to the battlefield at the first opportunity.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lances are raised, and the knights, enveloped in their black heavy armor, have a suppressed yet fervent war spirit in their eyes. The heavy cavalry unit has always been one of the mainstays of land warfare, but maintaining a cavalry unit costs far more than other troop types. Due to the long absence of opportunities to prove their strength, even within Modo, some factions argue they should be disbanded.
They feel angry.
But more so, they yearn to give some shortsighted folks in Modo a resounding slap in the face with a glorious victory!
Even if the enemy before them is a group of demons!
Thunderous hoofbeats resonate.
With the fluttering of black war flags, the Sir leads the heavy cavalry around to the side of the demon army. The sound of fewer than five hundred heavy cavalry thundering resembles that of thousands of troops, shaking the ground slightly.
—“Courage Spell!”
—“Blessing Spell!”
—“Protection from Evil!”
The High Priest temporarily halts combat and starts reinforcing the heavy cavalry unit with divine spells. As holy light showers down, the heavy cavalry feel a surge of power within them.
“Charge!”
“Charge!”
“Charge!”
The passionate roar rises!
The warhorses begin to accelerate.
The upright lances are gradually lowered, and the knights start to hold their long lances horizontally under their armpits, driving their warhorses to increase speed as they charge toward the enemy in front.
As their speed increases, they ultimately transform into an unstoppable torrent of steel!
………………(To Be Continued.)
