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Ifrit, derived from Arabic, is a spirit or demon in Islam and Arabic folklore.

Born from fire, it possesses the ability to manipulate flames, capable of burning and destroying life, as well as bringing warmth and light, embodying both evil and divine characteristics.

The genie residing in the lamp is a variant of Ifrit, possessing greater controllability.

These Ifrit summoned to the battlefield came from the magical lamps created by alchemists of the Persian Empire, each bearing a Magecraft mark.

Boom boom boom boom!

These burning monsters, waving their limbs that seemed to come together and disperse in the flames, hurled blazing fireballs at the Roman Legions advancing in shield formations on the open ground. Once they hit their targets, the fireballs exploded instantly.

Neither the Magecraft runes on the shields, which had limited magic resistance, nor the flesh and blood of the Roman Soldier could withstand the scorching heat.

In an instant, the Roman Legions charging into the heart of the Persian army's territory were halted. One after another, the tightly guarded hundred-man squads were torn apart as if hit by cannon fire, and then fell one by one on their way to charge as the Meteor Legion rained down arrows from all directions.

Seeing the fire spirits hovering in mid-air, wreaking havoc and causing friendly soldiers to perish in the flames, Samael's Cross Star Pupils flashed as he waved his hand heavily forward.

Immediately, a series of creaking metallic scraping sounds came from the ranks atop the low hill, and dozens of bronze cannons, engraved with intricate divine patterns, were pushed out and arranged in front of the formation.

"10 o'clock! 870 meters away! Bronze Roar, three rounds fired simultaneously!"

Samael located the positions of the sorcerers, and Sen Tong spoke. The soldiers on both sides knelt down on their left and right, responsible for adjusting the gears and readings on the cannon barrels. The Magecraft, who were waiting in neat rows, were divided into three groups and injected magic into the cannons in turn.

Hiss!

As the intricate Sorcery Array lit up one by one, the divine patterns on the bronze cannon glowed, and the concentration of ether in the vicinity instantly increased several levels. Crimson Magic Beam swept across the sky, like the scythe of God of Death, tearing through the flank of the Persian army and landing near the figure in the inner robe and hood, whose clothes were embroidered with flame patterns.

Boom boom boom boom!

Violent explosions echoed one after another, the earth trembled violently, dust billowed dozens of meters high, splattered blood stained the sand red, pink pieces of flesh and colorful filth flew everywhere, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground.

Even the sorcerers were caught off guard, with dozens killed or injured. Many fire spirits, driven by fear, roared and twisted away as they vanished.

"Don't stop! Keep bombarding the Magecraft markers as I told you!"

Samael looked at the Persian army, which had fallen into chaos again, nodded in satisfaction, patted the cannon barrel lightly, and with his back to the group of Magecraft, soldiers, and gunners, gave a deep reminder.

As the air hummed and trembled once more, the familiar Sorcery Array took shape and focused one after another, and a touch of nostalgia and emotion appeared in the ancient snake's eyes.

Although the Olympian Gods were defeated and squeezed out of Greece by Mount of Ares, they had ruled for thousands of years and still possessed some hidden strengths.

For example, these magical bronze cannons, made from remnants of Atlantis's advanced technology, were created by the Trojans.

In the past, Zeus and Poseidon were vying for power, and Apollo, who was caught in the crossfire, was banished to the mortal realm to suffer. By chance Sea King, he helped the Trojans build a city, creating a fortress that was almost impossible to break through from the outside.

Until the Trojan War, Troy still maintained the tradition of worshipping Apollo and Poseidon.

Although the War of the Giants left the Olympian Gods with psychological trauma, as time passed, it did not prevent Poseidon, who was slowly recovering his form in his divine core state at the time, from secretly giving advice to the Trojans, who were supported by the Olympian Gods, and leaving behind some means to Mount of Ares.

Unfortunately, due to various reasons, Rome, which inherited the legacy of Troy, only mastered a few of the Atlantis bronze artifacts, and gradually lost the personnel and technology to replicate them.

These bronze cannons were basically all the supplies that the Divine Ancestor had stored in the warehouse.

Samael, in this act, gathered together all the wealth and resources that the Roman Empire had hidden away and could exploit.

Nobody knows how to strategize or understand tactics, that's okay, he knows them!

Don't forget, Samael not only copied and implemented Uruk's "Divine Authority Seal Cannon," but also faced Atlantis's full suite of advanced technology.

These are all things they've already mastered back in the day.

Unfortunately, due to the precedent set by Atlantis, the Olympian Gods left the Romans with little legacy of advanced technology.

Otherwise, there would be no need for the Bronze Colossus Talos, or the True Body Machine God, which are such abnormal devices that are easy to mess up.

Even if it's the overwhelming self-controlled armaments of the Echidna Armory, the elusive black ships and giant cannons of the Deep Sea Fleet, or simply mass-producing the power armor of the Olympus Guards!

These items, even just a few of them, would be enough for the Roman Legions to easily wipe out the Persian army before them.

Oh well, it's just something I can only dream about.

Technology requires supporting infrastructure. Atlantis sank into the sea to raise fish many years ago.

It would have been virtually impossible for the Roman Empire to replicate such extraordinary magical technology using only its manpower and limited resources.

However, all things considered, Poseidon did do something good, preventing the gap between the Roman Legions and the Persian army from becoming so vast as to be insurmountable.

Just as Samael was lost in thought, a dense chanting sound came from the Persian army, and beams of light rose up, forming a superimposed Sorcery Array that tightly blocked the bombardment of the bronze cannon.

Immediately afterwards, Magecraft Flying Carpet rose into the air from the Persian army's camp, and hundreds of spellcasters, seated cross-legged on them, held magic lamps and chanted divine incantations at high speed, swooping down on the low hill where Bronze Magic Cannon were set up, like bombers taking off.

Tsk, finally come to your senses and realize the pros and cons of this thing?

Samael watched as the Persian army gradually regained order after the bombing, patted the cannon barrel, and shook his head helplessly.

Magic cannons that use ether as propulsion and ammunition are, in the end, still within the realm of mystical entities and can still be defended against by Magic Barrier.

Its advantages are simply that it saves the time of chanting and constructing Sorcery Array, has a fast firing rate, and its attack range is longer than that of ordinary Magecraft spells, allowing it to catch the opponent off guard by taking advantage of distance.

However, this thing also has obvious drawbacks: it requires human control, is difficult to move, and is easy to become a fixed target.

The other side wasn't stupid either. After getting a beating, they immediately realized what was happening and sent the Persian Empire's signature human air force, riding on Flying Carpet, to bombard them.

In this situation, without Samael needing to say anything, Pompey, who was very familiar with traditional battlefields, immediately summoned Magecraft and priests to confront the Persian spellcasters in the middle lane.

The war has once again entered a stalemate.