Fall and Temporary Retreat

The misstep in the first round of curse probing—costing them the combat strength of one Level 7 Wizard and more than forty Level 6 Wizards.

The misstep in the struggle over the Fate Line—costing them three Level 7 Wizards.

Because of this seemingly negligible loss of combat strength, their breakthrough speed had lagged by a fraction when facing the traps laid by Noren Workshop's vanguard legion.

And that fraction had given Noren Workshop's vanguard legion time to lay three additional rounds of traps.

Those three rounds of traps had further slowed their advance by 1.2 seconds.

Then came the second round, the third round, the fourth round...

"One step slow, every step slow."

Mordiggian opened his eyes, which were filled with bitterness.

In the end, they had arrived a full four minutes and seventeen seconds later than the scheduled "optimal attack window."

Those four minutes and seventeen seconds had turned Noren Workshop's defenses from "initially formed" into "impregnable."

Those four minutes and seventeen seconds had turned what should have been a lightning raid into a brutal war of attrition in fortified positions.

And now, less than twenty minutes into the war of attrition, their cannon fodder units had already suffered losses exceeding three billion.

Although the overwhelming majority had been miscellaneous troops below Level 3, the number was still shocking.

More critically, on the high-level wizard battlefield, in order to suppress Clark, the Level 6 Wizards taking turns unleashing high-intensity attacks were nearly out of mental power.

At most, they could hold on for another five minutes before a large number of Level 6 Wizards lost their combat capability due to the intense drain on their mental power.

And what about Noren Workshop?

Their defensive line was growing steadier and steadier, while the roar of artillery fire became denser and