Battle of the Skyreach (10)

The Gargoyle's claws fell upon the believer. The next moment, the immense force tore the frenzied, already-sacrificed believer in two.

After killing its enemy, the Gargoyle raised its head blankly. It could no longer sense the world around it. Born from extraordinary mineral veins, Magic-Immunity Stone possessed an instinct uniquely sensitive to the world.

They could detect even the slightest fluctuation of magic, yet now they could not even tell whether the world's magic was active.

This sent the Gargoyles into panic. Quite a few were killed by the believers' divine arts due to their sudden nervousness. Their bodies were Magic-Immunity Stone, but divine arts were not magic.

Count Pascal raised his head. He too sensed that something was different, though he attributed it all to Legends.

Yes, the power of a single Legend was enough to alter the course of a war and affect the course of history. Yet the number of Legends appearing on this battlefield had already exceeded ten, and none of them were weak.

Not one of them was an ordinary Legend who had become one through mere hard work and talent. Every Legend here stood at the forefront of the extraordinary path.

Take Kiartiel, who had already withdrawn from the battlefield. His Sun Wheel's Mark had carved a three-hundred-meter fissure into the earth, but that was nothing remarkable. Before that, the strike had left a golden sword scar stretching down from ten thousand meters in the sky, one that had yet to dissipate. It remained there, forcing the mages and knights flying overhead to carefully avoid it.

That was merely the power of one Legendary Knight on this battlefield. The remaining Legends possessed equally destructive strength. Regardless of who won this war, the area surrounding the royal capital of the Nantes Kingdom was already doomed.