Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1308 - 1306: Farewell

The Sika Magic Knight Commander finished speaking and led the way by controlling his horse to leap forward, his subordinates following quickly.

The horse’s four hooves left the ground, moving forward in the air, descending after a moment, gradually approaching the ground.

At this moment, an unexpected event occurred—a wind wall, initially just two meters high, suddenly surged to five or six meters. Consequently, the two-meter wide "ravine" also expanded to five or six meters wide, causing the horses not to land on the ground, but to step into the "ravine," the wind wall.

The Magic Knight Commander paused, slightly surprised, instinctively sensing a crisis due to his cautious nature. Although he could not pinpoint what was wrong, he felt this situation should not be happening. He swiftly attempted to steer his horse away, eager to leave the wind wall area.

However, things did not go as planned—each step forward he made, the wind wall extended, ensuring he remained atop the wind wall.

By now, most of the Magic Knights behind him had also stepped onto the wind wall, making it difficult to turn back without exposing their backs or sides to danger. Compelled to forge ahead, the Magic Knight Commander steeled himself, remaining prepared for any spell attacks, his teeth slightly clenched: though he had little confidence in completely deflecting all incoming attacks, he was confident he could block most, even if gravely wounded. The remaining combat power should suffice to annihilate the Alliance Central Army.

Thus, the mission would still be accomplished.

It would still be accomplished.

Thinking this, the Magic Knight Commander accelerated his horse’s pace, but despite galloping for some time, he did not encounter the spells he anticipated. Around him, few changes occurred—just the continuous expansion and elevation of the wind wall.

What? Elevation?!

The Magic Knight Commander was stunned, eyes widening as he noticed the wind wall had, unbeknownst to him, risen over a meter during their advance, ascending higher and higher.

What!

The Magic Knight Commander froze, momentarily unable to grasp the purpose and reason for such changes.

Within seconds, the wind wall’s ascent accelerated, like riding a rocket, rapidly reaching heights of tens, then hundreds of meters.

Hundreds of meters!

Upon reaching hundreds of meters, the Magic Knight Commander finally understood, his body instantly chilled as realization struck.

He looked towards Richard, who was seen floating expressionlessly in the air, his hands slowly rising, causing their altitude to continue increasing.

One hundred and fifty meters, two hundred meters, two hundred and fifty meters.

Three hundred meters!

Ultimately, the five Magic Knight Battalions rose to a height of three hundred meters, becoming the highest point on the battlefield, drawing the gaze of many—from both the Sika Kingdom and the Soma Alliance. Even soldiers engaged in battle couldn’t help but glance over, watching the Sika Magic Knights timidly yet expectantly.

The Sika Magic Knight Commander at three hundred meters, his face had turned pale, just like his magic knights behind him, all halting their steeds, standing fearfully.

They all watched Richard, observed his actions.

Richard stared back at them, still expressionless, yet somehow, they perceived a chill as cold as Death God on his face.

Richard spoke, saying a phrase.

The voice was soft; the Magic Knight Commander did not hear it, only guessing through faint lip movements phrases like "ready?" or "begin."

In the next instant, the wind wall beneath their feet, once expanding, began to contract.

The contraction was swift; in no time, the wind wall’s area halved, forcing the Magic Knights to cluster at the center.

After a while, the wind wall halved again, stretching only beneath the Magic Knights’ feet.

This forced the Magic Knights to dismount and ruthlessly shove their non-speaking "comrades" off the wind wall, plummeting to the ground as a heap of smashed flesh.

After dozens of seconds, as contractions continued, all horses were pushed off, leaving three hundred meters in the air with Magic Knights densely packed, each having only a precarious foothold. Further contraction could only lead to pushing people down.

At this moment, the wind wall stopped its contraction.

Richard uttered a sound, still soft, but the Magic Knight Commander clearly heard it.

"You should see the situation clearly; where you stand now is a dead end, no one can save you, staying here only leads to death. Out of humanitarian consideration, I can now offer you a chance to surrender. Given your status as Magic Knights, you should be forgiven by the Sika Kingdom by paying a ransom; this opportunity should be quite favorable for you. So, what do you think?"

The Magic Knights listened, expressions hesitating, looking at each other with complex eyes, unsure of how to respond.

They naturally wished to live, yet surrender instinctively repelled them, unlike the civilian soldiers whose capitulation meant irrevocability. Nonetheless, surrender would leave an indelible mark of disgrace, even if returning to the Sika Kingdom, the prospects would be bleak. This left them in a dilemma.

The Magic Knight Commander hesitated too, pondering for half a while as if deciding before gritting his teeth and shouting at Richard: "We are loyal warriors of the kingdom, sworn to the Sika Royal Family from the day we enlisted. Surrender is an insult to us, an insult to our honor. We will not yield, but regarding your display of goodwill, we do not wish to utterly refuse it; if you agree..."

"No." Richard interrupted the Magic Knight, shaking his head, "I will not agree to any of your demands; your surrender carries no conditions—just answer yes or no."

"But..."

"Is this a refusal then? Such a pity." Richard shrugged.

The Magic Knight Commander’s eyes widened sharply: "You can’t..."

"Oh, but I can. Farewell!" Richard coldly uttered, snapping his fingers.

"Crash!"

The wind wall beneath the Magic Knights at three hundred meters did not contract but instantly dissipated, leaving all Magic Knights without support, screaming as they plummeted.

The sky suddenly poured a rain of screams.

"Ah—boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Magic Knights fell, voiced trailing off, hit the ground, causing the earth to tremble, flesh and blood flying, the scene indescribably tragic.

Every one present watched this scene unfold in shock, though its actual impact on the battlefield’s outcome was minimal, merely a fraction; the spiritual shock was far greater.

For the first time, all witnessed how Magic Knights could die—so terribly, so tragically; this scene etching deep into the soldiers’ minds of both countries.