Direct Clash

"Move out, Swift Array!"

Information from the Expedition Nest—the Mother Nest—traveled through the Mind Network between the mayflies and reached the souls of every Star River Mayfly.

The wizards had moved. Those turtle-like wizards had moved again!

The massive battle groups began to shift. Across the northern reaches of the entire Wilderness World, all Star River Mayflies began to act.

This was how wars between civilizations worked. Both sides were masters of worlds; every word and gesture of theirs could set tens of millions into motion.

The Star River Mayflies began to gather, while the Mixed-Blood Legion launched into a full-speed advance.

More than a million members of the Mixed-Blood Legion charged toward their designated target. Above them, War Airships cruised like a school of sharks, scouting for aerial assaults—among the Star River Mayflies were special subspecies whose innate abilities allowed them to carry living creatures freely through the gale layer above eight thousand meters.

Even combat airships struggled at such heights. Only Small Floating Cities could overcome the violent storms formed by frenzied wind elements and operate normally.

The struggle between the two world masters had begun. Now it was a question of who was faster.

If the Mixed-Blood Legion could open the connection between the two war zones first, they could swallow the Star River Mayflies trapped inside the breach in a single bite, successfully force the wizard legions to contract, and raise the defenses of the wizard-controlled territory to another level.

Otherwise, the Mixed-Blood Legion and the remaining three million Heroic Spirit Legion soldiers would be surrounded. Unless Richard intervened, the Heroic Spirit Legion would certainly consume a considerable amount of Faith Power.

The loss could be so great that it might even drain Richard's current pool of Faith Power dry.

But if Richard acted, it would