"Such a bother."
Sir Ulrich, the lich mentor, withdrew his attention from the sky above the inner fortress and looked toward the towering figures beneath the outer fortress, shouting "Bofu Clan" as they charged. He could not help frowning. "The fighting has only just begun, yet the academy's wizards have already deployed a Second Tier Battle Formation... Our children may have some trouble dealing with it."
In the eyes of old-school wizards—including demons—large-scale warfare was a long and brutal calamity. From the moment both sides entered the battlefield, to probing attacks, engagement, fierce battle, decisive battle, and finally the aftermath, it often took months or even years. Sometimes, when the high-level wizards on both sides grew excited from fighting, they would even involve the Timeline, expanding the battlefield across a span of decades or even centuries before and after the moment of engagement.
Therefore, in Sir Ulrich's view, this war that had erupted in the Black Prison World—from Leviathan breaking through the dimensional boundary to the four Legends leaving the battlefield—was merely the prelude to the war's complete outbreak. The wizards and demons were still probing each other with attacks.
Yet now, before the probing attacks had fully ended, the wizards defending the ancient fortress had already deployed a Second Tier Battle Formation, instantly pushing the intensity of the war into a fierce stage. It was difficult for it not to feel uncomfortable.
Bang!
A figure plummeted from the sky and smashed heavily into the altar beneath Sir Ulrich's feet, sending many of the bones forming the altar flying and splashing Magma everywhere.
"Roar!!"
The figure rolled across the ground, then flipped over and climbed to its feet. The five tails behind it were like long whips, lashing through the air with thunderous explosive cracks.
As if it had heard