Evolution

Like meteors falling from the sky, forty-six boulders burning with fel-energy flames struck the ground and erupted in massive explosions.

From above, it looked as though dozens of cannonballs had smashed into a densely packed field of Lego bricks.

Waves surged across the sea of sand, sending the desecrated machines flying in sheets. Their flimsy structures burst apart, cheap liquid metal splashing across the battlefield like blood... Oh, there really was some blood. It seemed Miss Chen Ligu's servant army had been caught in the blast.

But it was fine!

As long as it wasn't witches who had been accidentally hurt, most witches wouldn't care... Hence, the delight on Miss Chen Ligu's face outweighed her heartache.

Yet that delighted expression was truly inappropriate for the moment. Though Chen Ligu had never read The Art of War or any similar military texts, she knew that if the commander-in-chief showed delight when her own side was struck by friendly fire, it would be a devastating blow to the army's morale.

So her little face tightened, her lips pressed together as though she were an iron-blooded little girl getting an injection, warning herself, Hold it in, don't cry. Don't be like those Lutherites beside you, crying over a tiny little needle.

The next second, magic power as deep as an abyss and vast as an ocean descended.

In her sight, an elegant figure fell from the sky and crashed into the densest cluster of desecrated bionic robots, triggering a horrifying explosion!

At the same time, a tide of darkness surged out from the point of impact, flooding the enemy's "deployment point" in an instant, like a child pouring boiling water into an anthill.

Now the iron-blooded little girl cried...

Even amidst the battle formation, Miss Chen Ligu had to cover her mouth as