Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2146 - 663: The Game of Famous Generals (Part 8)
"So many mages?" Richard stood on the city wall, utterly stunned. Today was likely the largest magic battle in Aegean history. Whether the Zeppelin aircraft and Phantom Beast Knights, along with Super-level Warcrafts, appeared from the east, south, west, or north of Sand City, the magical tempest on the ground erupted like a volcanic explosion, so densely packed that it seemed magic had entered a dream era of cheap wholesale!
"Don’t say I’m stingy. Besides the newly purchased ’Whale Bladder Poison Fog Missiles,’ our stock of aerial bombs has been completely depleted by Rommel today." King Sal pouted at old Liu: "I really don’t understand you, Richard. Have you changed your mind? Why do you let this handsome guy mess around? We’re not planning to start a full-scale war!"
"I don’t know what he’s trying to do either. This bastard’s army formations have always been unpredictable. He dares do this, so he must have his unique purpose." Richard smiled indulgently: "It doesn’t matter! We’ll use ’Poison Fog Missiles’ in the future. Do we still need other bombs? Clearing the stock is good, saves space! Rommel promised me that as long as I give him authorization for the air force, bombs, and the human mage group, he can help design a plan to reclaim the Alps Valley of Forgetfulness, so we can make a big splash in front of humans and hold our heads high!"
"He talks so lightly!" King Sal shook his head with a bitter smile: "Obischillaci! Now the Sea Clan has received assistance from the Demon Clan, Black Obsidian. The Forbidden Magic effect of the Totem Pillar of War Songs has become a mirage. Look at the magical lineup they’ve demonstrated today! Reclaim the initiative of the Alps Wetland? How? Damn it, this is at least fifteen regiments of mage power! The number of mages nearly matches the number of warriors of the War God’s Whip!"
"To be honest, I also feel it’s very challenging to reclaim the Valley of Forgetfulness now, but if we don’t take it back, humans might be doomed. No matter what, if there’s an opportunity, we must try it..." Richard bared his teeth and took a cold breath: "... These Sea Clan folks, I don’t know what they eat to grow so many mages..."
King Sal also sighed deeply. Recently, His Majesty closed the door to examine the current magical lineup of Beamon, once had a moment of extreme confidence, believing himself to be the number one in the world, invincible, eager for defeat. But witnessing the Sea Clan’s mage strength today, that bit of confidence and arrogance vanished instantly.
"Immediately replenish magic power! We’ll join the battle!" Richard didn’t want to engage in meaningless discussions anymore and turned to instruct all the Medusa priests and the Dubin Beast King: "Today, you’ve caught up with what is definitely the largest-scale magic war in Aegean Continent’s history!"
"How do we ascend?" Fat Luo reminded the boss of a fact: the Zeppelin aircraft had been fully requisitioned by Rommel. The over three thousand priests and beast kings hastily returned from the Demon World, plus half the Magic Protector group and the charge department, wanted to ascend altogether would be powerless.
"The back of the Heavy Phantom Beast is broader than a road. Quickly install some simple railings for emergency use!" Richard stomped anxiously; the situation was intensely dramatic over there, while a large group here could only stare helplessly, which made him furiously frustrated.
"Wait..." King Sal held the frantic old Liu about to call craftsmen to make railings, his expression bewildered: "Our military plan doesn’t say today we’ll start a decisive battle, right?"
Richard, blown by the wind, calmed down and thought about the King’s words, thinking indeed, there wasn’t a plan for a decisive battle today, so why all worked up?
Seeing the massacre legion safely returned, Rommel immediately led all air cavalry formations to return. When they took a break, the grandiose magical interception on the ground also ceased. It wasn’t the Sea Clan being polite, but rather for the aerial teams stationed at safe altitudes, only extremely skilled mage spells could truly pose a threat. However, such top-notch mages were few in number; even if their eyes were bloodshot and they wanted to force their way through, it was impossible to break the air cavalry’s interception power, better to stop here and conserve magic power.
The Sea Clan commander, Maria, Duchess of the High Tree, sensed something ominous. The Beamon air force’s attack waves had a regular pattern, every air formation dropping bombs and returning to rearm inside the city had other formations timely fill their spots, never a break in bombing. Why did the Beamon air force collectively withdraw this time?
"Could it be..." The Sirens Duchess’s face turned pale.
Rommel’s Di Listening Silver Elephant returned using ’Shrinking Thousand Miles,’ speed comparable to rapid flashing, the first to sprint back to the city wall.
"You weren’t planning on using ’Poison Fog Missiles,’ were you? Damn it, I just got some, haven’t warmed the seat yet..." Richard was ready to complain a few more words when Rommel interrupted with a wave of his hand.
"Time and my predictions are about right, don’t stand there dumbfounded, Richard..." The handsome officer ordered old Liu in an impeccable commanding tone: "Immediately prepare for magic teleportation!"
"Teleportation? Where to? Not continuing to fight the Sea Clan?"
"Fight! Of course, we’ll fight!" Rommel glared at old Liu: "Didn’t you notice I’ve maneuvered all the Sea Clan mages to the Donau Wasteland? They spent two hours and fifteen minutes on two-way teleportation!"
