As Miracle Fire spread, the World Fortress began spewing out enormous quantities of components.
These components were products of the rear Alchemy factories. With only a little assembly, they could form combat platforms.
This war would last a long time. If they only purified and did not expand, the Wizard legions would soon find themselves with no room to retreat.
For a legion, that was a grave taboo.
Making a last stand with one's back to the river was useful, but they could not keep fighting with their backs to the river.
The advancing Wizard legions soon clashed with the phantoms of the past summoned by the Civilization Devourer.
Rather than remaining in their fortresses and waiting at ease for the exhausted enemy, the phantoms of the past chose to take the initiative and attack.
It was not because they possessed any chivalric spirit, but because on this battlefield, relying on turrets and fortresses to wear down the enemy was nothing more than a slow death.
Before legions of sufficient scale and the spell support from the rear, turrets and fortresses were merely living targets.
Only when enough legions held back the enemy legions could those things prove useful.
Counterintuitively, on this battlefield, legions could actually be viewed as mobile fortresses, while turrets and fortresses were instead powerful-firepower soldiers.
Boom!
Scarlet spherical lightning streaked across the sky, instantly exploding into a field of thunder. An Alliance legion crashed headlong into it, only to discover that their ever-reliable Gravity Barrier had suffered a slight loss of control within the thunder field.
Though the malfunction could only be called minor, on this battlefield, the consequences of any mistake were fatal.
The next instant, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, instantly shattering the Gravity Barrier and annihilating dozens of Giant Fighters.