Chapter 492
Another Attack
Chapter 492 Another Attack
a few days later.
Standing on the launch platform atop Fortress 7, Jemin checked his equipment to make sure he was ready.
On the distant horizon, the familiar dark red and grayish-white tide surged once again.
The harassment forces of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation have arrived once again to "check in" on time.
The mixed army of about 30,000 men stopped about 200 kilometers from the defensive line. The vanguard wizards began to mobilize the elements and command the cannon fodder units, preparing to cast a round of ranged spells as usual before retreating.
But this time, the situation is different.
Just as their mental energy fluctuations reached their most unstable moment...
hum!
The entire wasteland was like a lake surface tossed with a boulder, suddenly rippling violently!
Tens of thousands of figures "emerged" from the previously empty air!
They had been lying in ambush here for a long time, blending into the environment with the help of a large group concealment barrier. Now they have removed their disguise and revealed their fangs!
The legion that Norn Works used for the counterattack has appeared!
The battle erupted in an instant!
The roar of colliding energy, the shriek of tearing shields, the howl of charging cannon fodder units—all the sounds converged into a symphony of destruction, instantly sweeping across hundreds of kilometers!
Jieming stood at the edge of the platform, looking calmly at the battlefield below that had suddenly turned into a meat grinder.
"here we go."
Viola's voice came from beside her.
She had changed into a form-fitting dark purple combat outfit, with a row of slender potion bottles hanging from her waist, and a black staff with crystals embedded at the top in her hand.
"Be careful." Jemin turned his head.
“I’m very strong.” Viola’s lips curled into a smile. “You’re the one who needs to be careful.”
After a brief farewell, Viola turned and walked to the other side—where nine wizards were already waiting, her "Blood Raven" hunting squad.
The team members exuded a sharp and capable aura, with subtle energy resonance among them, clearly indicating that they had already practiced together beforehand.
Jemin then looked away and formed a mudra with his hands in front of his chest.
Tai Xu Step activated.
Its form faded away like ink in a painting, completely blending into the environment, even its aura vanished without a trace.
He leaped off the platform silently, traversing the edge of the chaotic battlefield like a ghost without form, and swept towards the vast wasteland beyond the defensive line.
In fact, it wasn't just Jemin.
Looking around, under the cover of the battlefield eruption, figures, some hidden and some swift, are emerging from all directions of the defensive line.
As for how many of these departing wizards were genuine scouts and how many were decoys used to draw fire, no one knows.
But clearly, the coalition forces had anticipated this.
Many figures had just left the outermost attack range of the defensive line and had not flown far before they were intercepted.
Thus, amidst the roar of the main battlefield, scattered battle fluctuations began to erupt in the vast area surrounding the defensive line.
Every fluctuation represents a small-scale but potentially more dangerous life-or-death struggle.
Jemin maintained his stealth state using the Tai Xu Step and flew outwards at high speed.
As he moved, he continuously released "spatial stability".
This is a lingering effect of the assassination attempt by the Crystal Wizard.
On the other hand, looking around, almost all the wizards in the Norn Workshop, and even the wizards on the Allied side, were doing similar things: either releasing spatial confinement to prevent enemies from teleporting away, or setting up spatial stabilization fields to interfere with possible pursuit.
For a time, the space within a radius of tens of thousands of kilometers was filled with various spatial witchcrafts that conflicted, overlapped, and interfered with each other.
For an ordinary wizard to perform a precise spatial jump in this area, the difficulty would likely be so high as to be almost hopeless.
Just as Jemin flew about 800 kilometers away, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from his side and front.
Four figures were rapidly approaching him—strictly speaking, three figures were desperately fleeing, while one figure was hot on his heels.
The three fleeing individuals were all dressed in the distinctive crimson robes of the Chaos Cult, and bore obvious signs of injury. As they fled, they would occasionally turn back to unleash intercepting spells.
The pursuer was dressed in a gray robe from the Norren Workshop and held a longsword burning with blue flames. Each strike of the sword left a spatial rift in the air that lingered for a long time.
"Three Chaos Mystic Cult wizards were being hunted down by one person?" Jemin's eyes flickered slightly.
He slowed down and observed from the sidelines.
The two sides fought as they fled, and the Norren Workshop wizard who was chasing them was clearly overwhelmingly stronger.
His swordsmanship was exquisite and sharp, always able to anticipate the opponent's escape route and block it in advance. His control over energy was also extremely precise. Each attack forced the three of them to join forces to defend, greatly reducing their escape speed.
But Jemin, being an outsider, saw things more clearly.
Although the three Chaos Cult wizards appeared disheveled, their escape route was not chaotic but rather subtly pointed in a specific direction. Moreover, the interception spells they cast were more about buying time than actually trying to repel their pursuers.
"There's a trap ahead," Jemin judged instantly.
They were either teammates lying in ambush, or a deadly magic array set up in advance.
In either case, if the three manage to escape to their designated location, the pursuing Norn workshop wizard will likely be in grave danger.
In the blink of an eye, Jemin had made his decision.
He quietly changed direction, circled around to the side and front of the three fleeing wizards, and immediately a dozen floating talismanic artifacts appeared in his hand.
Jemin didn't plan to use the Blazing Annihilation Divine Light; that thing's attack was too loud and could easily be dodged by the opponent.
Therefore, he chose a more "conventional" approach, opting for the long-unheard choice of using talismanic artifacts.
hum...
On Jemin's chest, more than a dozen talisman-inlaid magical artifacts simultaneously glowed faintly.
then……
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Tens of thousands of energy beams, like a bursting dam, poured out from the void in front of Jemin!
Each light projectile is only the size of a fist, yet it contains highly compressed elemental energy.
The flight paths intertwined to form a three-dimensional firepower network covering an area of several kilometers, precisely blocking all the advance routes of the three Chaos Mystic Wizards!
"what?!"
"There's an ambush!"
"Scatter! Run in different directions!"
The leader of the Chaos Cult wizards roared in shock and anger, trying to squeeze through the gaps in the barrage of fire.
But Jemin's attacks were too frequent.
After all, he never intended to repel the enemy with these light bullets from the beginning, so the position of each light bullet was carefully calculated, forming a layered, mutually complementary barrage wall.
The three even felt like fish caught in a net, freedom seemingly within reach, yet utterly powerless to attain it.
In that brief moment of delay, the sword light of the Norren Workshop wizard behind them arrived like a shadow!
"die!"
A deep shout rang out.
The cyan sword light split into three in the air, like three venomous snakes ready to devour their prey, precisely piercing the backs of the three Chaos Mystic Cult wizards.
The three hastily turned around and joined forces to defend, with layers of deep red shields rising up.
However, the tearing law contained in the sword light was too sharp, and the shield was pierced through layer by layer like thin paper.
In the end, the three sword lights pierced the chests of the three men respectively.
puff!puff!puff!
The blood mist exploded.
The three wizards froze in mid-air, their eyes quickly losing their light, and then fell from the sky like puppets with broken strings.
The Norren workshop wizard sheathed his sword, the blue flames on the blade slowly dying down.
He turned to look in the direction where Jemin had hidden and nodded slightly.
Although he couldn't see Jemin's figure, the trajectory of the wave of spell artifacts' attacks was enough for him to determine where the aid came from.
Jemin did not appear, but responded with a slight mental fluctuation.
The two didn't even exchange names.
On this battlefield, cooperation between wizards of the same faction is as simple as possible—offer a helping hand, nod in greeting, and then continue with their respective tasks.
The wizard from Norren Workshop turned around and transformed into a streak of blue light, speeding off in another direction.
Jemin also activated the Void Step again, his figure disappearing once more, and he sped deeper into the wasteland.
As he flew, he glanced back at the three falling corpses.
"With the bait laid in an ambush... it seems the allied forces are also prepared."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he increased his speed even further.
(End of this chapter)