Six War Zones

Highland City.

As the royal capital of the Sacred Co-Prosperity Kingdom, a major power on the continent, its peace and tranquility had been utterly shattered after the upheaval in the Sea of Hope.

Now, the city had become a bustling construction site. Countless strong orcs moved busily through the streets. Under the direction of large numbers of human architects, small fortresses rose one after another, followed immediately by Magic Pattern Masters in Mage Robes, who stepped forward to inscribe magic patterns and reinforce them.

Meanwhile, the harbor extending into the sea was equally busy. Thousands of earth-element mages rapidly waved their staffs. As they chanted, an astonishing sight unfolded: behind the harbor, enormous quantities of stone, timber, and soil seemed to come alive, swiftly rising into the air before continuously fusing and hardening.

In the blink of an eye, a city wall more than ten miles long surged from the ground like an awakening earth dragon.

At the same time, outside Highland City, wave after wave of imposing soldiers clad in severe armor strode into the city. Their numbers were impossible to count, endless beyond measure. Across the plains hundreds of miles away, the land had already been blanketed by a black sea.

But that was not the most shocking sight. The most eye-catching scene was undoubtedly in the sky.

Countless Dark Angels covered vast stretches of the heavens like black clouds. Flapping their enormous black wings, they worked together to laboriously pull massive Magic Crystal Cannons, each more than ten meters long and wide, through the air.

Every time a Type II Magic Crystal Cannon landed, the ground shook violently, erupting with thunderous booms.

At that moment, Roland stood with his hands behind his back atop the Legendary Mage Tower, which had borne the title of never-extinguished since its