Magical Attack

Translator: Cinder Translations

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With a loud explosion, a wave of scorching air suddenly spread from midair, the hot gusts arriving in visible shock waves over the soldiers in the back half of the Faithful' formation.

The soldiers directly beneath the explosion seemed to have been slapped by a giant hand, all falling to the ground—some face down, some on their backs.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Mom!"

"Merciful Father!"

Screams echoed around, and among those who fell, some struggled on the ground, others could only slightly squirm, while some forced themselves to stand again, but all felt a buzzing in their ears, dizziness, and the entire world spinning before their eyes.

"So hot!"

"Hiss~ hiss~!"

Many of those who endured the impact of the heat showed signs of burns on their bodies.

Although it seemed that few had died, the explosion had a terrifying effect on the entire Faithful' army.

The massive display stunned everyone on the battlefield—both the injured Faithful and the reinvigorated Eaton army. For a few seconds, both sides fell into a silent stillness, aside from those struggling on the ground and crying in pain.

The commander of the Eaton army, Duke Elliot Cabre, who was personally fighting in the fray, now had his armor and helmet covered in marks from swords and blades. Though his top-tier armor had protected him from lethal injuries, he bore no bleeding wounds, even the best armor couldn't completely guard against blunt force attacks.

The duke now felt pain all over his body; surely, many areas were already bruised. Every time he swung his great sword, he let out a cry of pain. However, to others, this was merely a warrior's roar—full of rage, invigorating Eaton soldiers while intimidating the Faithful.

In the heat of battle, Duke Cabre heard the massive explosion and realized the spellcaster's plan was underway. Amidst the crowd, he couldn't clearly see the devastating aftermath for the Faithful but could hear the cries of pain and fear coming from that direction.

Looks like the effect is good!

Duke Eaton glanced toward the rear of his army, where more than ten figures in red robes stood in perfect formation on higher ground. They were a group of spellcasters, holding their hands half-raised in the air, as still as statues when the spell was cast.

Among them were Duke Cabre's wife, Helen, and her teacher, Lady Marianna.

Helen was breathing heavily, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling violently as if she had just undergone intense exertion, beads of sweat trickling down her cheeks, caught in her hair.

Among the spellcasters, aside from Lady Marianna, the others, like Helen, were panting heavily. The male spellcasters especially were breathless, disregarding decorum.

Helen lowered her hands and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face.

"Teacher, did we… succeed?"

"It seems so."

Lady Marianna, with her fiery red hair, observed the Faithful' formation from afar, carefully examining the spell's effect.

Her condition was much better than that of her fellow spellcasters; aside from a slightly flushed complexion, she appeared the same as usual.

"Congratulations, Lady Scarlet Flame," a male spellcaster addressed her with the title from the secret council.

"You have finally improved the spell to the point where it can be used in actual combat."

Lady Marianna smiled slightly, "It's just barely usable. We still need to improve it further. Factors like the number of spellcasters, casting distance, casting time, target accuracy, power, and coverage range… there's still room for optimization."

The male spellcaster bowed to Marianna, "You are as ever diligent in seeking perfection."

Marianna replied, "Only in this way can magic continue to progress."

She looked at Helen with a reassuring expression, saying, "Helen, you did well. I'm surprised you managed to coordinate so well after just a few practice runs."

Helen beamed at her teacher's praise, momentarily returning to her childhood days of receiving magical guidance.

However, anxiety soon returned to Helen's face as she gazed at her husband, still leading the Eaton soldiers on the battlefield, her eyes filled with worry. "Teacher, when will Nathan and Xita launch their support? The Faithful' cavalry seems to be in retreat."

Lady Marianna gently stroked Helen's back, "Defeating the cavalry must have taken a toll. Only with adequate rest can they perform at their best. Don't worry; that time should be approaching, and they will soon come to support your husband."

Reassured by her teacher's words, Helen felt somewhat relieved.

Lady Marianna called out to everyone, "Everyone, hurry and recover; let's aim to strike them again before the Collins completely collapse."

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"What just happened?"

Including Fedotov and Harper, the commanders of the Faithful stared in shock at the explosion that had just occurred above their soldiers' heads.

Harper, mouth agape, took a long time to close it. Trembling, he raised his right hand and pointed at a small group of people behind the Eaton forces. By some instinct, he managed to identify the instigators of this disaster.

"It must be them! General Fedotov, I can feel it; those neatly arranged people must be the sorcerers from Eaton."

"They must be using evil magic to harm our soldiers."

Fedotov followed Harper's pointing direction and instantly sensed the strangeness of that group. The people there didn't issue commands with banners or make any other movements; they stood stiffly, half-raising their arms as if performing some kind of ritual.

Harper's intuition might be right; those were Eaton's sorcerers casting spells.

"Damn it!"

Fedotov furiously snapped his riding crop. If his cavalry were still intact, he could have immediately sent them to encircle and wipe out those embodiments of demons.

Who knows what other evil spells they might cast next? Oh no, that last attack was already terrifying.

The Faithful' formation became chaotic under the magical attack; the officers overseeing the troops struggled to reorganize the soldiers, shouting until their voices were hoarse.

Fortunately, the Faithful still had a numerical advantage over Eaton, and the front ranks were unaffected by the explosion; otherwise, a counterattack from Eaton could have caused a complete collapse.

"Chain Demon! Chain Demon!"

Suddenly, Harper cried out in terror, pointing toward an approaching group in the distance.

The Faithfuls' true rout had finally begun.

(End of the Chapter)

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