The Might of a Forbidden Spell

At noon, the sun hung in the center of the sky, and its gentle sunlight bathed the earth, dispelling the winter chill.

Two armies, having formed their battle formations, met on a vast plain. They closed the distance step by step, a tense atmosphere permeating the air.

Behemoth Emperor, who was in charge of the central army camp, stood straight under the commander's banner, showing no signs of old age.

At this moment, he was scrutinizing the enemy that had appeared on the horizon with sharp eyes.

Although it was intended as bait, he still gathered all the elite troops in the vicinity to make the act more convincing.

There were a full thirty-five elite legions, and countless cannon fodder troops.

Such a lineup is enough to wage a war that would destroy a nation.

The troops in front of them were only a portion of the forces participating in the battle, but they were all elite troops from both sides.

If these human armies can be annihilated in one fell swoop, the Alpha Kingdom's defenses will be rendered worthless, and the vast plains will be at their disposal.

"Infantry advance and engage the enemy in close combat!"

The Behemoth Emperor gave the order without expression.

Beastfolk are skilled in melee combat, and in every major battle, their first choice is to quickly close the distance and engage in close-quarters combat.

Suddenly, the advancing human army stopped in its tracks.

Suddenly, a sun appeared in the sky, and the fire element in the world surged wildly. An experienced Beastfolk Ritual hurriedly exclaimed in alarm:

"Your Majesty, get out of the way! This is Forbidden Spell — Hellfire!"

Upon hearing the "Forbidden Spell," Behemoth Emperor darted to the rear, retreating several miles before stopping.

His agility was almost beyond the reach of the naked eye, making him a true expert.

The fiery sun descended from the sky, but its target was not the commander's flag; instead, it landed on the Bearman Heavy Infantry legion ahead.

Although everyone heard the Ritual's warning, it was clear that evading the Forbidden Spell was beyond the capabilities of ordinary Beastfolk.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, countless bear-men soldiers were reduced to ashes before they even knew what was happening, their armor turning to molten iron.

A full-strength Bearman Legion was wiped out, and the aftershocks of the flames also affected the nearby Beastfolk army.

Those who were sent directly to meet the Beast God were fortunate; the worst off were the Beastfolk soldiers who were affected but did not die immediately. One of them was roasted into a suckling pig and even smelled the aroma of his own flesh before he died.

Even though they were used to seeing life and death, this kind of death still exceeded the mental capacity of many Beastfolk.

The elderly Behemoth Emperor was also furious. He had only thought about escaping when he heard the "Forbidden Spell," which ruined his image of being wise and virtuous.

After calming down, he cursed himself for being foolish. How could a powerful human being possibly kill him before he even obtained the Longevity Secret Method?

It's no exaggeration to say that now even Forbidden Spell have to go out of their way to avoid him.

The Behemoth Emperor was furious with the Ritual. His anger was secondary; the key issue was that the enemy had prepared Forbidden Spell, yet he hadn't even bothered to interfere.

This Ritual in a difficult position, as the "Hellfire" arrived far too quickly, leaving no chance to intervene.

There's only one explanation for the enemy's ability to unleash Forbidden Spell so quickly: they have a large enough number of powerful individuals.

The speed at which Forbidden Spell is cast depends primarily on the amount of energy required. The energy needed for Forbidden Spell is terrifying, so the time required to gather it is naturally considerable.

That only applies to individuals. When a large group of mages joins forces, the time it takes for energy to gather will undoubtedly be greatly shortened.

Judging from what we just saw, the enemy not only gathered a group of fire mages to attack together, but also used a large number of fire Magic Crystal Stone to accelerate the energy gathering with the help of Magic Array.

Before they could explain to the Behemoth Emperor, the wind elements in the world began to gather again. Seeing this, the Ritual hurriedly intervened.

Unfortunately, it was too late. By the time they started to disrupt the elemental sea, countless shimmering wind blades had already appeared in the sky.

"This is a forbidden wind-type Forbidden Spell — Hellwind Blade Dance! Get down!"

As expected, the old priest's reminder came a tiny bit too late.

The wind blades, flying everywhere, had already entered the Beastfolk army and begun their harvest. The cavalry suffered the most; those who stood high could see far, but those who sat high died tragically.

The wind blades flying everywhere do resemble a dance, but while watching other dances costs money, watching this one costs your life.

Compared to the previous Hellfire, Hellwind Blade Dance has a significantly larger coverage area, covering tens of thousands of square meters.

It's far from enough to destroy a city, but in this particular situation, the damage caused is by no means small.

Having been struck by Forbidden Spell one after another, and with their own Ritual order failing to deliver, the already undisciplined Beastfolk army, gripped by panic, descended into chaos.

The Behemoth Emperor, completely absorbed in the enemy's Forbidden Spell attack and unable to extricate himself, was now too shocked to speak.

So many years have passed, and I never expected to encounter Forbidden Spell again.

He wanted to reprimand the Ritual group for their incompetence, but seeing the small number of accompanying Ritual, he swallowed his words.

Expecting a few hundred Ritual accompanying the army to fight against a much higher-quality human mage army is clearly putting the beasts in a difficult position.

Even if it's just interfering with spellcasting, this is beyond their capabilities. But the human race has invested heavily this time, producing a large group of powerful individuals.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Behemoth Emperor wouldn't have believed that so many old immortals were still alive among the human race.

At best, concentrating the Ritual of the entire Orc Empire could only disrupt the enemy's spellcasting. Only the Orc Empire at its peak, when it dominated the continent, could suppress this enemy mage force through a Ritual order.

"Withdraw!"

Behemoth Emperor decisively gave the order.

The enemy is unruly; we can't stay here and get beaten any longer.

It's unlikely that Forbidden Spell will be released continuously. Fire and wind Forbidden Spell have been released, but what about the other magicians who haven't made their move yet?

Theoretically speaking, if two Great Sorcerer or a dozen Magister join forces, along with a large group of mages of the same school, it is possible to unleash Forbidden Spell.

Of course, this lowest-level Forbidden Spell is not only weaker in power, but also takes an unusually long time to cast.

The human Forbidden Spell gathered so quickly just now, and its power is not small among Forbidden Spell. The powerful beings who made the move must have been more than just that.

Even after eliminating the two magic systems, the Behemoth Emperor still dared not stay to fight. Especially after sensing the subtle magical fluctuations, he dared not linger here.

Death is common in war, but we can't let soldiers die like this.

With a single Forbidden Spell, he took away tens of thousands of elites. If the mages of each human element took turns attacking, more than half of the elites he brought would likely be lost.

This trip is to lure the enemy, not to contribute to their victory.

If this entire army were lost, the Orc Empire's military strength would drop by 30%. There would be no point in continuing the war.

"The Behemoth Emperor is trying to escape! Chase after him!"

A cry of surprise rang out, Grand Knights charged out. Their unstoppable momentum pressed down on the Beastfolk army like a mountain.

Before immortality, any Beastfolk who dares to stand in their way will regret ever being born.

These once-rare top experts have now become the vanguard of the army, and the real slaughter has begun.

The Beastfolk soldiers responsible for covering the rear had no idea what was going on before they were thrown directly into the arms of the Beastfolk.

If the battlefield hadn't been so chaotic that they couldn't find Behemoth Emperor's location, they probably would have abandoned their army and charged there.

"All troops, attack!"

After realizing what was happening, Marshal Campbell hurriedly gave the order.

When it comes to the deepest hatred for the Beastfolk, the Alpha Kingdom is undoubtedly number one. How could the Kingdom Army possibly miss such an opportunity to strike a fatal blow against a weakened enemy?

Enemy cavalry are no match for them; those guys are hard to catch. But as for foot soldiers, Marshal Campbell isn't going to let them go this time.

The enemy's morale has been shattered, and their combat effectiveness has been reduced to seventy or eighty percent. Complete annihilation may be unrealistic, but crippling them is still highly promising.

The army collapsed Behemoth Emperor, who was in charge of the central army, experienced what it meant to flee in panic.

I originally thought that after a fierce battle, I would gradually fall into a disadvantageous position and then make a strategic shift to lure the enemy into a trap.

Unfortunately, no matter how cunning he was, Behemoth Emperor underestimated the allure of the Longevity Secret Method.

The number and quality of the human experts drawn out this time exceeded his expectations.

Not only had the army suffered heavy losses, Behemoth Emperor had no idea whether the traps he had set could bury so many enemies.

Looking back at the group of creatures flying in the sky, Behemoth Emperor involuntarily quickened his escape.

The scene was absolutely brutal. The Eaglemen Legion, responsible for harassing the enemy from the air and buying time for the main force to retreat, were being slaughtered by those old geezers, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

A group of Sky Knight and Great Sorcerer were flying above, Behemoth Emperor was feeling bitter!

It's all the fault of our ancestors' squandering of wealth. If the Orc Empire hadn't declined, we wouldn't have been bullied by our enemies like this.

Sending in experts to intercept them is out of the question.

Although the Behemoth Emperor was protected by experts of the same level, and he himself was no weaker than those guys, the difference in numbers between the two sides was simply too great.

Reason told him that the Behemoth Imperial Court had not accumulated such a small fortune with great difficulty, so it was best not to squander it.

The pursuit continued, but the number of troops following the Behemoth Emperor was dwindling, and the enemy's pursuers were getting closer and closer.

Throughout his escape, countless Beastfolk soldiers paid the ultimate price to intercept the enemy and buy him time to escape.

These military operations were all spontaneously organized by the most loyal generals. The scheming ruler, having long realized the pursuers' target was the Behemoth Emperor, had already broken away from the ranks.

Even though he knew that his loyal subordinates' actions were meaningless, Behemoth Emperor could only pretend not to see them.

Being bait isn't easy; once the enemy realizes something's wrong, all your efforts will be wasted.

They're all old foxes, seasoned veterans who've seen it all. Those who've lived to this age are no ordinary people.

"Closer, even closer!"

With their destination within reach, Behemoth Emperor's eyes gleamed with hope.

Faster, faster! The charging Behemoth had already left the army behind, with only a small number of experts able to keep up.

"Something's not right. The enemy has broken away from the main force. Is Behemoth Emperor really among them?"

A mixture of truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.

That old man, Behemoth Emperor, is quite capable in warfare; there might be a trap here!

Morrison, you know this old neighbor best. Is there anything you'd like to say?

An old Magister spoke up.

As one of the top experts in the Alpha Kingdom, and a retired member of the royal family, Morrison has spent most of his life dealing with Beastfolk, participating in countless battles, large and small.

My knowledge of my old rival Behemoth Emperor, is so limited that I'm only concerned with what he eats every meal.

"After all, it's an old-established hegemon, so it's understandable that it possesses some special methods."

Tell everyone to be careful and to take immediate action if anything seems amiss.

I have a feeling the enemy is deliberately leading us this way; there might be something waiting for us in the valley ahead.

Morrison's words made everyone's expressions slightly solemn.

However, having come this far, giving up was out of the question. Their strength gave everyone ample confidence.

With so many top experts gathered here, even if the Orc Empire had a few Holy Domain powerhouses lying in ambush here, they could handle it.

On the Aslant Continent, there is nowhere they cannot go. If there is, perhaps only the legendary Dragon Island.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion rang out, and for a moment the valley was filled with flying sand and stones, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

The astonishing turn of events left the Behemoth Emperor and his entourage, who had entered the valley, with extremely grim expressions. The enemy hadn't even entered yet, but their attack had already begun.

"Your Majesty, the enemy seems to have sensed something and is not in a hurry to follow us in."

Let's start the Blood Sacrifice ahead of schedule!

At this distance, they wouldn't be able to escape once the Abyssal Gate opened.

If we let them continue probing like this, all the sacrifices we've prepared will be wasted, and we might not be able to attract enough powerful Demons.

The old priest's reminder instantly brought Behemoth Emperor to his senses.

"Okay, you can host it!"

The others should prepare themselves so that we can leave immediately once the Abyssal Gate open.

There must be no hesitation whatsoever; apart from Ritual, all living beings are their food.

Once they lock onto my aura, it will be a huge problem.

Seeing the Behemoth Emperor's solemn expression, everyone nodded in agreement. They had no desire to partake in the feast prepared specifically for the powerful humans.

Ancient Ritual chants resounded, and a tiny crack appeared above the Altar. Blood droplets on the ground emitted an evil aura and drifted away through the crack.

A group of young men and women, escorted by soldiers, had their wrists cut off. Blood flowed slowly down the blood pool, resembling a deep, dark river stained with blood droplets.

On the other side of the slit, as if a drug had been released, Demons from the surrounding area began to drift over.

One by one, they squeezed in and out along the crack, trying to cross the boundary and enjoy the feast.

Unfortunately, it was swallowed up by the spatial turbulence in the middle as soon as it peeked out, as if to warn outsiders: those who cross the boundary will die!

Such a small difficulty clearly cannot frighten the greedy Demons. Living daily in the abyss, absorbing chaotic energy, his negative emotions are amplified infinitely.

The spatial turbulence devoured some of the Demons, but more and more Demons continued to join in, and the Spatial Rift continued to expand thanks to the combined efforts of all the Demons.

Upon seeing this, the old priest smiled slightly, as if he were appreciating the most beautiful music.

Suddenly, he focused his mind and muttered to himself, "Dozens of them died just now, and it seems that the number of catalysts is not enough to unleash the full power of these blood beads."

Well, since we're all going to die anyway, let's make use of this waste!

I imagine His Majesty wouldn't object. If he were truly a close confidant, he wouldn't have assigned him this deadly mission.

"You few, immediately go and gather all the soldiers in the valley. I have some instructions to give."