War

The Blood Array Fringilla had set up encompassed the entirety of New Basilicata City. Every tower served as a focal point of the formation, an extension of her will.

After her small test at Battery Number Two, Fringilla felt she was about to fall in love with this sensation of being seemingly omnipotent. If those English spellcasters had not used a special holy relic to break through her blood domain, every last one of them would have died in her sea of blood.

Texas was not particularly wealthy to begin with, but because spellcasting talents were scarce, the spellcasting materials acquired in Texas over the years had not been sold off in bulk for fear of attracting covetous attention. A large stockpile had accumulated, and Fringilla had put all of it to use.

The wolf spellcasters followed Fringilla along the way, assisting her while learning from her, and gained a great deal. At the very least, after Fringilla left, they would be able to maintain the formation properly, preventing it from exploding due to disrepair after losing its primary controller.

Inside the English camp.

The officers of the German Federation advisory group watched intently as airships rose one after another into the sky, flying in groups of three toward the enemy overhead.

"Each group of English Floating Airships consists of one main warship and two escort ships. A fleet has three such groups, and they can deploy four formations of this scale at once—nearly forty armored airships."

An air force general from the advisory group could not help but marvel. The entire newly established German Federation air fleet did not even possess that many Floating Airships combined, and this was after the English army had already suffered heavy losses.

"Do you think the Texans still have a chance to turn