"Green Beast, something feels off."
Standing atop the high platform of the Fourth Battle Line, Green's wise, erudite, mysterious, towering figure drew the reverent gazes of passing low-level wizards. The War of Civilization was precisely an era in wizard history when legends were forged. If one could achieve something in the War of Civilization, it was almost equivalent to having one's name resound through the ages.
Without question, in this War of Civilization, at least within this base, the name of the Annihilation Tower Stigmata Wizard had quietly begun to spread among the wizards stationed alongside him.
Among these wizards, some would inevitably survive until the war's end by sheer luck. Through them, the name of the Annihilation Tower Stigmata Wizard would be passed down to later generations, becoming material for future wizards to sing of the heroic bearing of ancient wizards and forge the Wizard's Will together.
"Indeed... something isn't right!"
Green stared ahead. It was not merely that the Space-Based Planet-Killing Cannon's single-shot power was far weaker than before. On the distant battle line, the Void Fleet had not attempted to launch an assault through the breach in the wizard battle line torn open by the Space-Based Planet-Killing Cannon. Instead, it was carrying out an all-out offensive across the entire front!
Were they preparing for the final decisive battle?
If that was the case, then in terms of reserves, the First-Ring Holy Tower Base still held the upper hand. This Metal Destroyer legion was the first to be unable to endure.
Wooo...
The long, resonant horn spread across the Fourth Battle Line. Behind them stood the Wizard Shield barrier, where repair wizards were racing against time to restore the energy nodes. Another huge wave of otherworldly creatures from distant spacetime had fallen into the Radiation World, only to