307 Getting Impatient with the Waiting_1

Meteor showers, ice storms, infernal lightning...

A variety of spells with a wide range and powerful forces gushes out from the magic cannon's barrel.

From afar, the cannon fire targets the approaching undead army. The spells' various attributes unleash a wave of devastation.

Of course, the primary targets are the intangible spectral ghosts or wraiths in the air, who have high resistance to ordinary physical attacks.

The warriors had been fighting tirelessly in Har City and had not expected Taram to suddenly pull out so many magic cannons. Naturally, Catherine, who was commanding the undead attack, couldn't have anticipated this either.

Watching a large number of ghosts or wraiths wailing and falling from the sky, the soul fire burning in her empty eye sockets intensifies.

She is currently filled with extreme rage...

However, she quickly suppresses her emotions. Casting advanced spells with magic cannons consumes an immense amount of magic crystals.