They plowed straight through, sending everything flying.
For Lynn, that meant that although the enemy had commanders, their overall command might as well have vanished.
It was completely unobstructed—completely unobstructed!
The beachhead position was officially established!
The merfolk began checking for personnel in the tunnels and continued carrying out targeted demolitions.
Afterward, the elite forces began advancing toward the hilltops.
Lynn ordered the Earth Magic mages to immediately construct a land airfield.
He dispatched Magic Masters to scout the island's interior.
No, rather than an island, it was a small continent.
In any case, it was enormous—large enough for a medium-sized country.
The equivalent of tens of millions of people.
There was plenty of fighting ahead.
"Sir Lynn, um, what are we doing next?" Iliana, the merfolk Saintess said to be the Water God's Saintess, saw that things had settled down. With a hand over her chest, she asked with lingering fear, "If the war continues, the Devil Race may assemble a navy."
"Do we really stand a chance?"
Lynn reached out and flicked Iliana, the merfolk Water God's Saintess, on the forehead. "What do you think?"
"However many come, we'll fight them all."
Lynn pointed several hundred meters beyond the beachhead position, where the terrain had originally been devastated.
But a group of mages stood shoulder to shoulder, pressing both hands against the ground. The radiance of magic flowed from their palms, seeping into the earth like golden roots. The formerly soft tidal flats began to rise, compress, and level out in orderly fashion.
From a scientific perspective, this magic should have been called modular engineering magic.
Geological shaping—remolding irregular terrain according to construction blueprints, stabilizing the elements, infusing solidifying magic, and bringing the soil up to the strength of compacted ground.
In magical terms, it was called [Earth