Thirty thousand war hammers brimming with battle qi—each one personally forged by the dwarves, using the finest materials they had accumulated over their lifetimes. Even the worst of them were high-grade magical weapons, and every blow carried enough force to smash down a city wall.
Faced with such a blanket assault, the heavy cavalry of the Dragon Wing Legion's First Cavalry Division was utterly annihilated. Apart from a handful of Heavenly Knights who narrowly evaded the attack with their agile movements, everyone else was pounded into pulp by the war hammers.
Kalong stared fixedly at Long Cheng, the spear in his hand continuously letting out a low hum. More than a dozen generals under Kalong's command clustered around him, each possessing strength at the lower Saint level or above. They were the core elite of the Dragon Wing Legion, important pieces Yun Jun had painstakingly placed within the Caesar Empire.
Other than them, the Dragon Wing Legion's forces here consisted of only nearly a hundred mages and some twenty-odd Heavenly Knights who had escaped the storm of war hammers. Surrounding them were more than a hundred thousand elite soldiers brought by Lin Qi; for over a dozen miles in every direction, the area had been tightly encircled by Lin Qi's men.
"All mages, offer me soul oaths and hand over a trace of your soul imprints, and you may live!"
Alda's voice descended from the sky. Wearing a black-haired, black-eyed Phantom God Puppet, the arrogantly triumphant Alda slowly floated down. "If you refuse to submit, I don't mind extracting your souls. Oh, sweet souls, delicious souls—I can hardly wait to taste the flavor of your souls!"
Wave after wave of powerful magical fluctuations crushed down from above. The Dragon Wing Legion's accompanying mages looked at one another, and before long,