White-Hot

Attack—this was a somewhat unfamiliar command to wizards.

Especially attacks that drove straight in, plunging directly into the enemy's heart. Wizards only heard such orders in the early stages of a war, or on fringe battlefields.

At this point in time, the command to attack should not have appeared on the main battlefield.

When the order reached the frontline Legion Commanders, nearly all of them contacted the Command Department to confirm whether there had been an error.

But when they learned that the order was correct, every Legion Commander knew that the final battle for this world had arrived.

The wizards had let their pocket hang open for so long. Today, they were finally going to draw it shut.

"Attention, all personnel. Attention, all personnel. Those with soul phylacteries, confirm your soul phylacteries. Those without them, leave behind your last words.

"In twenty minutes, we will launch an attack."

"I repeat: in twenty minutes, we will launch an attack."

The Legion Commanders' orders echoed through the wizards' Mind Network. At this moment, even Old Wizards who had fought through countless battles could not help feeling a flicker of excitement.

Attack. What a pleasant command.

The new wizards were still young, at the age when their hot blood boiled. Attack was precisely the command they longed for.

The Old Wizards, meanwhile, had witnessed the golden age of Wizard Civilization. That was exactly why they yearned for attack so intensely.

Because victory existed only within attack.

At the same time, the Star River Mayflies attacking the fortress also received notification from headquarters.

"What? A spacetime storm has affected wormhole transport!"

The Mayfly Kings were briefly stunned as they listened to the information from headquarters.

They had heard of spatial storms, but a spacetime storm was something they were hearing of for the