Inside the Portal.
Long Zhan saw that the Winged Demons had scattered, with fewer than a hundred escaping back to their main camp.
He ordered in a deep voice:
"Enough. Stop pursuing. We've achieved the desired effect!"
"Have all drones land where they are and stand by. Conserve battery power."
The soldier replied, "Yes, sir!!"
He couldn't expend all these precious drones in one go.
Rather than use them all up, it was better to keep them for emergencies while also maintaining a measure of deterrence.
High above the valley, the expressions of several members of the Holy Human Race riding Pegasi froze on their faces.
Their earlier disdain and contempt for those "iron birds" had now turned entirely to horror.
The elderly mage's old eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open far enough to fit a dragon egg.
"Holy Light above... those creations without the slightest trace of magical fluctuations actually... actually..."
He kept repeating "actually" for ages, unable to form a complete sentence.
Beside him, the fifth-tier Mage Adept who had rebuked the others wore an equally remarkable expression beneath his faceplate and muttered to himself.
"No chanting, no mana, not even a caster... what kind of weapon of war is this?"
This completely overturned everything they had understood for centuries, even millennia.
On the Terra Continent, power was inextricably tied to a caster's mental strength and magical talent.
Yet now, a group of mortals, a group of fragile ordinary people, had easily slaughtered nearly a hundred Winged Demons that even knights found troublesome, all from another world.
This wasn't how magic worked!
High Archbishop Kael, who was maintaining the Teleportation Array, was more shaken inwardly than anyone else.
He continued reciting the ancient, lengthy incantation, every syllable flawlessly precise.
Dividing his attention, he saw