Tier 2 Enchanted Armament (2)

Ang looked at Preston and opened his mouth, but for a moment, he did not know what to say.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Preston seemed to sense Ang's silence. He patted Ang on the shoulder and said as lightly as he could, "Don't worry. I'm Imperial royalty, after all. As long as I don't directly face the Abyssal Race, coming back alive... shouldn't be too much of a problem."

Ang's heart stirred slightly as he caught the key point in Preston's words.

He raised his head and asked seriously, "Your Highness, does that mean mages who go to the God-Demon Battlefield... don't need to directly fight the Abyssal Race?"

At those words, Preston's previously relaxed expression gradually faded.

He had not intended to say much, but when he saw the inquisitive yet determined look in Ang's eyes, he eventually sighed and relented.

"Indeed, most mages on the battlefield serve as logistical or support personnel," Preston explained slowly.

"They are mainly responsible for repairing Enchanted Armaments, maintaining magical defenses, brewing Magic Potions, or assisting in the operation of large-scale magic arrays."

"The ones who truly need to charge into battle are mostly Great Warriors and certain specialized combat mages."

Hearing this, Ang nodded slightly, his expression turning more serious. "Then mages really are much less likely to be in danger... but that doesn't mean there is no risk at all, does it?"

A bitter smile touched Preston's lips. "You're right. Although the chances of direct combat are low, there is never absolute safety on a battlefield. Especially with those lunatics from the Abyssal Race. Once they break through the defenses, no one can hide."

He paused, looked at Ang, and added with a faintly amused expression, "Don't tell me you're worried that after you break through someday, you'll have to