Third Time

Benjamin had barely passed through the spatial rift when a sudden wave of dizziness struck him, as if someone had hit the back of his head with a blunt weapon.

But he immediately steadied himself and regained clarity almost at once.

"Captain?" a team member called from behind him.

"I'm fine." Benjamin raised a hand to signal them, but his gaze had already swept forward.

Having crossed the pitch-black spatial rift, their thousand-man force appeared high in the air behind the battlefield.

Ahead stood the wizard army, drawn up in tight formation—millions of wizards arrayed in ranks, rune turrets rising everywhere, energy shields gleaming faintly in the air.

Farther away, the horizon was black with enemy troops.

At that moment, the guard units behind the wizard army had already turned their weapons toward them.

"Reinforcements?" A Level 6 Wizard flew out from the formation, his voice thick with wariness. "At a time like this?"

Benjamin said nothing and directly raised his Magic Network Terminal.

A beam of light projected into the air, displaying Star-Forged Artorius's order document. The Level 8 Wizard's mental imprint at its end blazed as brightly as the sun.

The Level 6 Wizard's pupils contracted slightly, and he immediately saluted. "Verification confirmed."

He turned and gestured toward the rear, and only then did the guard units lower their weapons.

Yet the atmosphere remained tense. Confusion filled the wizards' eyes; clearly, they did not understand why a reinforcement force had suddenly appeared.

Thankfully, Lord Artorius made preparations in advance, Benjamin thought.

If that Level 8 Wizard had not withdrawn all forces from the plane to explain the situation after discovering the truth of the time loop, Benjamin would still have had to waste his breath convincing them.

But now, a single order was all it took.

Very soon,