Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 436: Six Apostles

The stalemate was ultimately temporary; the overwhelming resources and reserve forces of the United Legion began to gradually show their decisive role.

As the soldiers of the Native Alliance Army dwindled, the Awakened grew increasingly fatigued, the demons suffered heavy losses, and weapons and energy supplies became increasingly stretched.

Yet fresh troops were still arriving from the direction of Iron Rock City to the Wizard United Legion side — brand new golem units, green-skinned orc squads, and more strange slave creatures from different planes were sent into the battlefield.

The defenses of the Native Alliance Army, though resilient, started to show signs of fatigue under the relentless attrition and mounting pressure.

In some secondary areas, the thickness of the defense lines noticeably thinned, and the intensity and frequency of counterattacks were diminishing.

They were like a rubber band being stretched to the breaking point.

Duke keenly sensed this change; he noticed that the fierce fighting spirit that characterized desperate counterattacks on the Alliance’s defense line was gradually being replaced by a heavy, hopeless fatigue.

And the United Legion’s offense, though slow, carried a cold, unyielding inevitability.

This was also one of the roles of the Slave Creature Legion; due to the presence of the slave mark, even if the slave creatures felt fear and fatigue, they had to accept orders to charge forward in battle.

No matter what their minds thought, their bodies had to follow the command, always on the path of assault until they completely collapsed.

Moreover, the slave creatures of the United Legion seemingly had an endless supply, constantly replenishing.

The Native Alliance Army was dwindling as they fought, while the other side grew larger.

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Seven days later.

The flames of war burned fiercely on the Sobbing Blood Plain, not ceasing for seven days and nights.

Time lost its meaning here; only the rising and setting of the sun barely marked the cycle of slaughter.

The high-intensity consumption over seven days turned this ancient plain into a true hell on earth.

From a bird’s-eye view, what was once just reddish land was now covered by countless layers of corpses and shattered war machinery, truly transforming into a terrifying carpet of flesh and steel.

In the core areas repeatedly contested by both sides, the height of piled bodies exceeded several meters, forming towering walls of corpses, forcing soldiers to step on the remains of comrades or enemies to continue charging.

A pungent stench permeated every inch of air, a nauseating mix of the rusty scent of congealed blood, the stench of exposed viscera, the sweet decay of highly decomposed bodies, and the smell of gunpowder and ozone.

Heavy negative energy accumulated due to the sea of death, forming gray, light-distorting fogs of death in certain areas of the battlefield, where low-grade undead element creatures spawned and wandered, attacking any living being indiscriminately.

The Native Alliance Army’s defense line was riddled with holes, like a giant battered yet still gnashing its teeth to persevere.

Most fortifications were flattened, and the glow of defensive energy shields became extremely dim and unstable.

The natives were exhausted to the extreme, many relying on weapons to stay upright, their eyes dull and hollow, sustained solely by the will to defend their homeland and the last trust in the commanders behind them.

The number of Awakened visibly decreased, and most survivors were wounded, their attacks no longer as fierce and mighty as at the beginning, becoming brief and conservative.

The United Legion also paid a huge price; the corpses of slave creatures covered the path of attack, and numerous golems turned into alchemical waste, dragged back for recovery.

Not to mention the wreckage of floating airships lying like metal tombstones, spewing strands of blue smoke.

However, the balance of the stalemate started to irrevocably tip in this brutal consumption.

The nearly inexhaustible war resources of the United Legion began to play a decisive role.

Every day, new Slave Creature Legions arrived from Iron Rock City direction to fill the gaps at the frontline. Damaged golems and magic-guided cannon carts were dragged back, rapidly repaired or replaced in rear workshops, ready to be deployed again.

But on the native side, every soldier’s fall, every Awakened’s death in battle, was a loss difficult to compensate.

Their reinforcements became less frequent, combat effectiveness visibly declined, and the defense line was pushed farther back, becoming increasingly thin.

This was the reason the United Legion had the confidence to engage in a war of attrition—they could afford it, the other side could not.

At twilight of the seventh day, the sun set like blood, dyeing the entire plain with a layer of tragic and fierce colors.

An indescribable, vast pressure exploded from the core of the Army’s defense line, instantly sweeping the entire battlefield.

The pressure was so intense that it caused a moment of dead silence on the deafening battlefield, all beings below a certain energy level felt their hearts stop, as if a giant invisible hand was strangling their throats.

Six dazzling beams of light shot into the sky like pillars supporting heaven and earth.

These were Apostle-level Awakened, equivalent to Level 3 Mages, who suddenly entered the scene.

The moment these six appeared, the situation on the Sobbing Blood Plain reversed instantly.

One transformed into a hundred-meter-tall giant of thunder, inducing a sky full of storms, clearing vast sections of the battlefield in an instant. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Countless slave creatures were turned into charcoal under the lightning strikes; with the speed of the opponent’s appearance and action, along with the wide coverage of lightning, there was simply no time to react or space to evade.

Another could control the earth, altering terrain, cracking the land to swallow armies, and summoning stones as soldiers.

Among the six, a red-haired woman opened her arms, surrounded by pale flames that seemed capable of burning souls, melting even large golems in their wake, reducing slave creatures to ash and easily extinguishing energy attacks.

Moreover, there was a burly man clothed in animal skins, who let out a primal roar, causing the corpses of dead or even not yet entirely dead demons on the battlefield to burst open, their flesh and bones reassembling madly into horrifying patchwork behemoths, roaring as they charged back against the United Legion’s line.

These dead bodies became weapons in his hands, forming a considerable army of patchwork behemoths in an instant.

The impact force of the patchwork behemoth army was formidable, each one comparable to Level 2 Life.

The United Legion’s line was instantly breached, the situation rapidly turned upside down.

The simultaneous impact from the six Apostle-level strong individuals was akin to a natural disaster descending.

The United Legion’s fierce offensive collided with an invisible wall, instantly curbed, shattered, and even pushed back.

Large areas were cleared, countless expensive war creations turned into scrap metal under the Apostle-level might.

The morale of the Native Alliance Army soared, echoing with thundering cheers as they launched a full-on counteroffensive.