CH 183

The spellcasters have always been able to create miracles. Many seemingly weak or useless spells can play a miraculous role at critical moments.

The recognized powerful spells are classified as strategic-level existences.

Although this spell guard did not achieve the highest pursuit of using minimal force to achieve maximum results, he directly suppressed the situation with powerful spells, which was also a correct choice.

But what surprised everyone was that this spell guard looked so young, unlike those top-notch figures who could be called "spellcasters" or "spell masters".

The adjutant asked in a low voice, "Is there any information about the spell guard in the intelligence?"

The messenger shook his head, "No, there is too much information, and there is not enough space to add useless words."

But Tyrion had no doubt. He could tell at a glance that the robe and staff on him were relics of spiritual equipment.

Most spell guards do not have such powerful equipment.

"Little Tyrion."

Rode helped him up and said gently, "I told you, the celebration should be left until after a complete victory. There are still many peripheral outposts of the Baila Old City that have fallen. Some guardian fires have not even been sent back to the city. There is still warmth left in the fire. Go back now and ignite them. It will consume much less fuel and firewood."

Tyrion's big face frowned. The tone of this young guard had a strange familiarity, reminding him of Lord Theodore.

"Where is Lord Theodore, the spell guard? The High Military War Department is very anxious..."

"Oh, I'm fine, don't worry. Little Lin has experienced many bigger storms. He will handle it. You should trust our First Defense Minister."

Tyrion looked at him suspiciously, and the only hair on his bald head fell down, blocking his line of sight, which he blew away with his breath.

"Annoying, having too much hair is not good..."

Rode said gently, "Little Tyrion, I don't have much time left. Go back and recapture the lost outposts quickly. Only when the flames are connected can humans stand tall and proud on this land."

Many people's blood boiled, and they just wanted to agree immediately, but Tyrion pondered and did not speak.

The adjutant said, "Spell Guard, you may not understand the current situation. We are only part of the Third Battle Zone where the Iron Armor Fortress is located. The core stronghold, Iron Armor Fortress, has not yet regained its function. A large number of high-threat monster groups are rushing towards our area, such as the corrupt snake people and the bloodthirsty beast herd."

An officer said, "As you know, another important stronghold, Laiso City, has been destroyed. A large number of abyssal monsters are attacking our defense system. The triggered abyssal cracks have not been found yet. Under multiple crises, it is already very difficult for us to maintain the current situation and ensure that the functions of the Baila Old City are not lost."

Tyrion nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "The crisis in the Baila Old City itself has not been resolved. Our spiritual energy generator has been damaged, and half of the high walls have been destroyed. The warriors are fighting against the monster groups inside the city. If it weren't for the support of the secret branch, the old city would not be able to hold on."

"Yes, we don't have the strength to recapture more outposts."

Rode smiled and said, "We will have it soon."

Tyrion frowned, "What do you mean? Is there more reinforcement? There is no news from the royal city. Commander Marin, the first commander, did not mention this."

"The monsters in the city will be cleared soon. Dean Vila can lead the members of the secret branch to recapture the outposts."

Tyrion's brow furrowed even deeper.

"The creatures attacking us are the crawling worm-like monsters from Siglas. Their outer skin is extremely thick, they move very fast, they can fly, and they can contaminate spiritual light. When in danger, they will curl up into a ball and bury themselves underground. Even if Lord Theodore himself comes, it is impossible to clean them up quickly."

Rode touched his chest muscles and smiled, "Little Tyrion, it seems that you have some misunderstandings about a legend."

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"But, the worm creatures are very tough..."

"They will soon become fragile."

"Who said that?"

"I said."

Just then, the gate was kicked open.

A warrior covered in white smoke rushed in and shouted, "Crisis! Commander! A large group of Siglas worm creatures have flooded into the city! We can't hold the west anymore!"

Bang.

Rode had already disappeared, and the tremendous wind pressure made Tyrion feel suffocated. The scattered gusts of wind swept through the entire hall, blowing all the paper documents into the air.

After the updraft ended, the falling white paper was like a festival.

Tyrion's heart was touched.

Many people were still in a daze, not knowing what had happened.

Suddenly, they heard their commander shouting, "Adjutant, immediately make a plan to recapture the outposts. The rest of you, follow me!"

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Baila Old City used to be a very large city ruin. After the royal city was recaptured, it became a secondary stronghold of the Third Battle Zone.

Due to the range of the guardian fire being only five miles in diameter, Baila Old City has also shrunk to within five miles.

All the buildings in the city have been converted into defensive fortifications. Besides combat personnel, the only people living here are logistical personnel and production personnel who assist in combat. They have all been transferred to the underground area of the central fire protection sacrificial field.

At this time, the warriors were fighting against the tide-like worm creatures.

These monsters were like giant lizards with human heads, huge tails, and four human-like feet.

At first glance, it was terrifying.

They moved very swiftly, not losing any speed even in the firelight. Sparks occasionally ignited on their thick skin, but they were extinguished in an instant. There were large membranes between their legs that could assist them in flying. Brownish dim light surrounded them, constantly corroding the spiritual energy of the humans fighting against them.

As more worm creatures arrived, the battle entered a white-hot stage.

Behind the warriors was the fire protection sacrificial field, and they could no longer retreat.Dean Vila, as the only master of magic, was the absolute core of this battle. He did his best to assist in the battle with magic, but all the powerful magic seemed pale and powerless in the face of the overwhelming numbers of the insect sea.

The warriors were almost overwhelmed by the sea of insects.

Vila saw a squad being overwhelmed, a student being knocked down by an insect, and in the blink of an eye, more insects covered him.

Intense pain surged through him, and he threw out a light arrow with all his strength, dispersing the insects.

The student who was knocked down was saved, and covered in blood, he got up and continued to fight, but more squads were in crisis.

Vila was overwhelmed by the situation, unable to save everyone. The trend of the battle collapsing became more and more apparent, and despair shrouded his heart like a shadow.

Suddenly, a failed magic release caused a backlash of spiritual energy that made him stumble a few steps, almost falling.

"I'm too weak!"

His hands trembled, and Vila punched himself in the face, breaking his teeth, but still unable to gather spiritual energy.

"Why am I so weak! These things... these things the Dean can easily handle with just one finger..."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Little Vila, don't panic. A chaotic heart will weaken the power of magic."

"Dean!"

Vila turned around in ecstasy, only to see Rode's face.

He suddenly woke up from the illusion, an infinite sense of loss surged up, but he immediately shook off this emotion and returned to the serious state of the dean.

"What are you doing here? Where did you go after the collapse of the Giant Stone Lighthouse? Do you know the rules of engagement?"

He pushed Rode away.

"It's dangerous here, you can't be here, go quickly!"

He tried to gather spiritual energy again, but an invisible fluctuation came and dispersed his spiritual energy.

"Little Vila," Rode said gently, "magic is not used like this."

Vila turned his head in astonishment, and only now did he notice that Rode was wearing the same robe as the dean, holding the same staff as the dean.

Spiritual energy surged in the staff, obviously brewing a powerful magic.

"You... you have the dean's soul ripple? The dean has split his soul again?"

Intense joy and helpless guilt surged up, and Vila didn't know what to say for a moment.

With a light tap of the staff, the fluctuation of spiritual energy dispersed, and the magic took effect.

[Law: Silence Prohibition]

The field expanded, all sounds were prohibited, and all illegal abilities were constrained.

A new law appeared in this space, and everything must comply with it.

In an instant, the brown light on all the insects disappeared, and the contaminated spiritual light was judged as illegal!

Vila widened his eyes. "This... this is an extremely effective prohibition law. How much of the dean's soul did he split?"

The battlefield suddenly changed. The restriction on the warriors by the contaminated spiritual light was too great. The crawling insects without spiritual light were equivalent to losing a needle-stabbing armor.

But this was just the beginning.

Soon, the light on the staff flashed, and the second magic was used.

[Law: Flight Prohibition]

The rules of the field unfolded, and a new law emerged.

Here, flight is prohibited!

Countless insects fell from the sky, and the insects could no longer move in groups.

The light on the staff flashed again, and the third magic was used.

[Gravity Art]

The agile jumping insects were suddenly bound by gravity, while the warriors were not greatly affected. Their individual combat capabilities far exceeded those of the insects, but their numbers were not as many.

The tide of battle began to reverse, and the clustered insects posed no threat.

Rode raised the staff and used the fourth magic.

[Quat Erosion]

A gray light enveloped the entire field, greatly weakening everyone's defense.

But human defense is naturally close to zero, while the insects rely almost entirely on their exoskeleton.

This was another huge weakening of the insects.

And humans were hardly affected.

In terms of rank, the insects were not strong. Their strength lay in their difficulty to be eliminated and their infinite numbers.

But when they were no longer difficult to eliminate, their numbers became insignificant.

In the blink of an eye, the tide of battle completely reversed and presented a one-sided situation.

The insects, which were as difficult to deal with as stones, became like vegetables and fruits, being cut and chopped by the warriors.

Vila could hardly believe his eyes.

These four magics, except for the [Silence Prohibition] being a ninth-level strategic magic, the others were all fifth-level regular magics.

But no one could achieve the effects seen before.

"Little Vila," Rode said gently, "remember, when releasing magic, you should sense the magic you release, not the perfect magic I once used. It's like when you're on a date with your lover, but your mind is thinking about another more perfect lover. Even if she is perfect, she doesn't belong to you, and your date will be a disaster."

In an instant, Vila felt like he had been struck by lightning, and all the hair on his body stood up.

He turned around abruptly and grabbed Rode.

"Little Rode... did the dean teach you to say this? Where did you meet him? Where is he now? How is the situation? No, I have to inform the royal city immediately. The dean must not have any accidents..."

Correct.

Rode said gently, "Vila, I don't have much time left. Clean up the monsters in the city as soon as possible, recapture the outposts, and if possible, I want to restore the city of Laiso and kill the Abyssal Serpent."

Vila instantly realized.

"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry to support the southern battlefield! Teresa is struggling alone..."

Vila grabbed Rode's arm, but he was lifted up by him.

What was this subtle sense of displacement?

Vila shook his head, quickly getting rid of this strange feeling, and briefly explained the current situation.

It turned out that since the arrival of the secret branch forces in the old city of Baira, they had been engaged in frequent battles.Because it was a battle within the city, they mainly fought in teams, and most of the members of the covert branch became team leaders or important members within the teams, playing a crucial role in this battle.

Among them, the top members of the elite class with the "strong" mark became outstanding individuals, especially Teresa and Jessica.

However, Jessica was seriously injured in the previous attack and was sent back to the base. Now, only Teresa remained, supporting the situation on the southern side.

Baila Old City was not big, and within a few dozen seconds, the two arrived at the southern battlefield.

This place had already turned into an ocean of insect people. All the "strong" marked students and the stronger combat personnel within the city were fighting against the insect people here.

Powerful spiritual fluctuations came like tidal waves, and intense explosions constantly occurred within the swarm of insects.

They had not shown signs of defeat yet, but they were already firmly trapped within the sea of insects. Once their spiritual energy was depleted, they would be devoured by the monsters.

Rode noticed that there was a golden flash moving across the battlefield. It often crossed the entire sea of insects to support comrades in crisis on the other side.

That was Teresa, the golden-shining Valkyrie. She wore a golden helmet and red armor, wielding a golden shield and red sword, fighting in the sea of insects.

The resilient insect people were like nuts being cut down in front of her. Wherever the golden light went, the sea of insects split like waves, and wherever the red sword pointed, insect corpses covered the ground.

Vera nodded slightly, "Teresa's strength is approaching inhuman."

Rode felt a combined sense of joy, which surged up from the bottom of his heart, as if it came from both Theodore and himself at the same time.

Um... is this the joy of having double the happiness?

Vera said eagerly, "Little Rode, quickly use the prohibition command again!"

Rode smiled and shook his head, "Little Vera, magic is not used like this. Among all the soul attributes, magic talent is not outstanding. We can become one of the seven major attributes because we can utilize wisdom."

With a light tap of his staff, countless rays of light shot towards the warriors on the battlefield.

[Golden Oath]

[Blessed Weapon]

[Spiritual Ignition]

[Shelter of the Shadows]

In an instant, all the warriors were strengthened. They felt their spiritual energy boiling in their souls, exhaustion and pain diminishing. Their weapons became extremely sharp, and a powerful force surged within them.

Among them, Teresa was particularly enhanced. A golden radiance enveloped her entire body, and the insect people around her fell like cut wheat.

The insect people were far inferior to these formidable combat personnel to begin with. After being enhanced, the gap crossed the critical point, and the battle instantly became one-sided.

Vera's mouth had never been opened so wide before, and her jaw was dislocated.

Kimberly, the head of the first branch, lost his dignified image.

Rode laughed, "Little Vera, don't just stand there. You have also been enhanced, go and fight."

Vera looked at him complicatedly, comforting herself that the person standing behind this guy, who was not even half his age, was the dean.

She waved her staff and also rushed forward, throwing fireballs into the swarm of monsters, roasting the insect people sizzlingly.

Not far away, Commander Tyrion also led his men into the battlefield, contributing his own strength.

Finally, with the combined efforts of everyone, the monsters within the city were exterminated.

Rode then used the ninth-level strategic magic [Command of Return] again, miraculously repairing the city walls and the spiritual energy generator.

At this point, the crisis in Baila Old City was completely resolved.

The survivors surged out of the underground shelter, and cheers resounded through this ancient city.

Once again, the human race became the mainstream existence on this land.

Tyrion and Vera even had a surreal feeling, as if all of this had happened in a dream.

But as leaders, sensibility could only occupy a small part of their thoughts. If they couldn't stabilize and further expand their advantage in such a good situation, it would be an insult to their intelligence.

They quickly arranged various post-war tasks.

Treating the wounded, restoring spiritual energy, cleaning up the battlefield, collecting ashes, contacting the higher-level command post, reporting information to the royal city, and preparing for the expedition to reclaim more strongholds.

The combat personnel, on the other hand, could relatively enjoy a longer period of happiness. While dealing with their injuries, restoring spiritual energy, and cleaning up the pollution caused by prolonged contact with the monsters, they enthusiastically discussed the process of victory and speculated which master magician had come to their aid.

Only a few people knew that the super master magician who supported them turned out to be Rode.

Teresa was one of them.

Dean Vera called her over and briefly explained the cause and effect of the matter, intending to arrange for her and Rode to form a sharp blade to clear obstacles for the recapture of strongholds.

Teresa looked radiant and the long battle had not made her the least bit tired. Instead, it accelerated her blood flow and excited her spirit.

Upon hearing that it was Rode who had saved them, Teresa's eyes were filled with curiosity. She specially found Rode in the command room and smiled, "Little Rode, I didn't expect you to really come and save me..."

Rode touched her golden breastplate and smiled, "Little Teresa, your growth has surpassed everyone's imagination. You are a born warrior. Even an ordinary soul attribute like acceleration can radiate such a dazzling light on you."

Teresa looked at him curiously and leaned close to his ear, asking softly, "Little Rode, do you want me to take off my breastplate?"

Cough cough cough!

For a moment, it seemed like everyone in the command room had caught a cold, and the sound of coughing filled the air.

Tyrion held back his laughter and said, "Young people should be mindful of the occasion."

Vera's face immediately fell, driving Teresa out and turning to Rode sternly, "Don't use the dean's soul ripple for such things!"

Just then, a silver light flew in and transformed into a spirit raven, delivering a letter to Tyrion's hand.

"A message from the royal city has arrived!"

After reading it, he quickly spoke."The Supreme Military Command plans to recapture Laisuo City. An elite combat group has already advanced into the third war zone. Lord Dalin requests that Rode immediately inform Lord Theodore to provide support."

As soon as the words fell, Rode had already disappeared, leaving behind only one word.

"Okay."