Your Tactics-Players' Minds Are Filthy
It's almost time.
As Samael listened intently, the shouts and clashes of weapons within the ruined fortress gradually subsided. He could see the Undying Army withdrawing from the chaos to aid the Persian army. His eyes gleamed with a deep, unsettling light as he murmured to himself.
Immediately, the ancient serpent summoned the Spear of Nation-Building. The spear's end struck the ground, and the crimson light, amplified by divine power, spread in all directions like countless mycelium. A crimson Sorcery Array, stretching for thousands of meters, took shape in the sky.
Under this onslaught, the Persian Spellcasters riding Flying Carpet in the sky were all trapped in a quagmire. The golden-red flames covering their bodies gradually flickered and shattered, and dozens of them were blasted apart by the lightning in a moment of carelessness.
Conversely, the Roman Magecraft and priests accompanying the army were as if they had been injected with adrenaline, feeling the surrounding ether concentration rise sharply and their activity level increase rapidly.
When inspiration strikes, they can effortlessly chant obscure and difficult divine words at high speed, and their resonance with magic is significantly enhanced.
"The Magecraft chanted one to three short verses of divine incantation, followed by three tiers of Spell projectile fired in succession!"
Mars blesses you! The priest prepares the suppression incantation, chants the exorcism prayer, archers line up at a 75-degree angle, javelin throwers prepare their stance, begin the air cleansing!
Samael, holding the Spear of Nation-Building, coldly issued his orders.
Under the Magecraft's swift counterattack, the Persian Spellcasters, though not immediately knocked down, were unable to concentrate on their Chanting Spells and could only dodge left and right, becoming utterly disheveled.
At the same time, the crimson mist surrounding the low hill surged into the soldiers' pores, thereby enhancing their mental activity, muscle strength, and magic circulation speed. The battle intent that had accumulated to the extreme within them, which could not be released, formed a blood-red smoke billowing into the sky.
As the Roman Legions who had been left to guard the vicinity methodically lowered and withdrew the shields covering the area, the priests and priests' chanting of divine incantations, which suppressed a violent and murderous aura, gradually came to an end.
Hiss!
Sharp, piercing sounds rang out in waves as the soldiers, their weapons gleaming with ghostly light and emblazoned with prayers, mercilessly attacked the Persian Spellcasters remained suspended in mid-air.
In an instant, javelins flew in like walls and forests, sweeping across and covering everything. Arrows rained down, penetrating every crevice. One by one, the spellcasters high above were pierced through the faint protective flames flowing from the magic lamps, becoming like hedgehogs, and plummeted miserably from mid-air, crashing to the ground and turning into pools of flesh.
After just three waves of attacks, nearly 20% of the thousands of precious Persian Spellcasters were wiped out. The rest were terrified and hurriedly boarded Flying Carpet, trying to escape this deadly forbidden land that was baring its fangs.
However, the crimson Magecraft traps covering the sky greatly weakened their strength, and in their confused state, they found it even more difficult to break free from the blood mist that clung to them like maggots.
Samael raised his head slightly, looking at the Persian Spellcasters were bumping around like headless flies in the blood-red sky, a hint of mockery appearing in his eyes.
The advantages and disadvantages of the Bronze Magic Cannon are obvious to anyone who has just seen it, so how could I not know?
The Magecraft actually charged over without any support units to cover him. Do you really think you're some kind of warrior in a rampage?
The superiority of military strength is enough to make you lose your head!
Did they really think we were just standing there watching the show while the Undying Army was in the city?
A bunch of arrogant idiots!
As for why I kept you here until now...
Ha, otherwise, with you noble Mages blocking the way, the Meteor Legion might have had to unleash a barrage of fire to cleanse the ground again.
Such a formidable enemy meat shield should obviously be discarded during the final retreat.
Besides, we couldn't go back empty-handed since we hadn't broken through the Persian camp. We were just killing time anyway, so why not take advantage of the situation and teach you a lesson?
The ancient serpent grinned maliciously as it watched the Persian Spellcasters flee in disarray, leaving behind piles of corpses.
Thinking about it, cutting off this little bit of flesh isn't enough.
I'm going to die!...
At this moment, Scheherazade, trapped in the Crimson Sky Domain, saw the situation worsening and his eyes widened in terror. He hurriedly threw a golden sheet of paper from his pocket, bit his finger in pain, and began to write furiously on the surface.
"Puff!"
Instantly, the golden pages flashed with light, spontaneously combusted without wind, and coalesced into a dazzling golden-red fireball, which then dispersed into several streams of flame that swept in all directions.
The crimson mist burned violently, like spider silk caught in a flame, emitting the screeching sounds of rats, and the rich color gradually thinned out.
A Persian Sorcerers with the most outstanding mastery of esoteric arts noticed that the binding force of this blood-red sky had greatly weakened. He immediately poured magic into his flying Flying Carpet, leaving his many colleagues behind, and rushed out of the area first.
Under the leadership of their leader, the Persian Spellcasters, whose numbers had exceeded 30% in a short period of time, scattered like birds and beasts.
Several hotheads who, seeing the blood mist dissipate, assumed they had the upper hand and turned to fight, along with those unlucky kids who were slow to react, were immediately left behind and became targets of concentrated fire from Spell projectile, javelins, and arrows. They were quickly overwhelmed by wave after wave of attacks.
Flame of Destiny!
At this moment, Samael, who was secretly watching the blood-red sky from the army, stared intently with a look of considerable apprehension. The hand that was holding the Spear of Nation-Building quietly lowered, and he turned to give Pompey a wink.
"Waaah!"
In an instant, Pompey extinguished the last glimmer of hope in his heart. The flag signals behind him changed one after another, and the previously rousing war horns immediately became suppressed and urgent.
The remnants of the Tenth Legion, nestled in the ruined fortress, were instantly doused with ice water, their frenzied fighting spirit receding like the tide.
Seeing that the Undying Army and Elephant Soldiers who had stormed into the city were mostly beginning to retreat, the Centurion in the city also quickly gathered their scattered teammates. Following the instructions of Magecraft resonance and flag signals, they fought their way back along the long street and broke out from the west gate at the rear.
At this moment, both the Persians and the Romans reached a tacit understanding, retreating one after another to regroup their forces.
"I've taken a quick look, and about 80% of the defensive structures here are damaged. I'm afraid we can't hold them. The Tenth Legion has already rescued what it could. I'll cover the rear here, and you take the troops and prepare to retreat to the Ninth Legion's base!"
On the hilltop, Samael noticed that as the two main forces, the Undying Army and the Elephant Army, returned, the Persian army gradually suppressed the chaos and began to stir again. With a flash of his eyes, he suggested to Pompey.
The decisive Roman general listened to the advice without hesitation. He left behind a small cavalry unit and a hundred or so Bronze Magic Cannon that were difficult to transport. He immediately signaled with flags and led the merged legions to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner, into the vast yellow sands of the wilderness.
Using the forces at his disposal, Gushe Yangzi insidiously bombarded the weak points in the Persian army's defenses for several rounds. He then decisively destroyed the bronze cannons, which were nearly destroyed due to excessive firing frequency, and led the remaining men in a swift retreat.