"Then... we'll see who can hold out to the end! Lulianman, you have full command here. Keep attacking!"
With that, the thousand-meter giant suddenly transformed into sparks that filled the sky and vanished before everyone's eyes. Walking within True Time, he crackled and flashed; several thousand meters away, thunder exploded. Amid the interweaving light and darkness, he reappeared through elemental teleportation, then vanished once more into True Time.
"Yes!"
As Green's trusted wizard, and a Level Three Grand Wizard who had already completed her elemental qualitative transformation, Lulianman's face was now full of wrinkles. Raising her magic staff high, with Little Eight and Yeye standing on her shoulders, she cried out in a hoarse yet ringing voice.
"All wizards, heed my command! Attack with everything you have!"
Lulianman then took the lead, charging forward alongside the many Rain-Dew Avatars amid Little Eight and Yeye's cries.
Seeing this, the Demon-Hunting Wizards—wizards who had grown up after the War of Civilization—had long since had their blood set ablaze by the war raging across the skies. One after another, they charged into the metal robot army ahead without regard for their lives.
Who knew whether, if the Wizard World one day won this war, anyone would still know all that had happened here? Would anyone sing of these obscure, tiny, humble ancient wizards scattered across the vast battlefield, or would they only mourn those great beings who had left behind eternal craters?
Ancient wizards were merely a collective term. It did not refer only to those powerful beings, but also to the countless lowly wizards who, for the Wizard's Will and the inheritance of civilization, cast away their heads and spilled their blood, and who would protect the tranquil, peaceful, beautiful world behind them even if their hearts and guts were torn asunder.