I Received System to Become Dragonborn-Chapter 1202: Need To Unite

The battlefield did not give them time to breathe. As the next wave of undead Elves advanced, something changed.

The Magic around them warped. It was no longer flowing in clean streams but twisting in on itself and darkening in color.

Their chanting grew deeper and more chaotic, no longer carried by individual throats but by the ground, air, and the ruined landscape around them.

The undead Elves began to change.

Their cracked bodies stretched unnaturally as bones bent and realigned with wet, grinding sounds. Arms split at the elbow, forming extra limbs wrapped in rotting robes and flesh.

Their faces peeled apart, revealing glowing symbols carved directly into skulls beneath. That was the only time those symbols were revealed, when their face flesh was opened.

Their mouths multiplied, all whispering different spells at once, overlapping until the chanting lost meaning.

"They’re changing!" Adrien shouted as a surge of warped fire slammed into his Magical shield and detonated, throwing him backward.

Billy skidded to a stop beside him and raised his hand. "It looks like they’re rewriting their bodies to cast more at once! Shit!"

King Gulben felt it immediately. The Magic pressure doubled, then tripled. The golden barrier shuddered as corrosive shadows and fractured lightning struck it simultaneously.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the sigils before he roared and forced more power into it, reforging the structure through sheer will.

"They’re no longer just spellcasters," Gulben said grimly. "They’ve turned themselves into conduits for the curse spells."

Aurdis moved without hesitation. She shot three Magical arrows in rapid succession, each one splitting midair into spectral duplicates.

They punched through an undead Elf’s chest and head, but instead of falling, the creature fused its wounds shut with blackened Magic and continued advancing with a broken body.

"Tch," she hissed, landing beside Aerchon as a wave of binding spells tore through the space she had occupied moments earlier. "They’re destroying themselves just to keep casting." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Aerchon grunted and slammed his sword into the ground, releasing a shockwave that shattered several advancing forms.

"Elves were always dangerous because of our control," he said through clenched teeth. "These things don’t care about control anymore. I hate it. It feels like watching myself drowning in the same things."

These sights were indeed disturbing for the Elves. The curse spells destroying their image and twisting it into the worse version of themselves.

Saeldir felt anger coil tighter in his chest as he unraveled a massive curse formation before it could fully manifest.

His hands moved faster than his thought. Spell circles stacking upon one another as sweat ran down his temples.

Adrius staggered as a warped illusion spell split the battlefield into overlapping false terrains in front of him.

He clenched his jaw and flooded the area with pure light, burning away the deception at the cost of draining himself further.

"Undead or not, they’re still using Elven fundamentals," he said, breathing hard.

Lysander nodded grimly beside him.

Another undead Elf screamed, its body collapsing inward before erupting into a mass of floating limbs and spell glyphs.

The explosion of Magic ripped through the ground, sending the fighters stumbling.

Sylmira barely raised her guard in time as shards of corrupted wind charged at her and Arty.

She then steadied herself as the last blast moved past her, shards of corrupted wind shredding the ground where she had stood a moment earlier.

Her breath came fast as she lifted her gaze and took in the battlefield as a whole instead of the threat directly in front of her.

They were scattered.

Small clusters fought desperately across the ruined ground, each group holding on by instinct and force alone.

Magic power overlapped without coordination. Defenses formed too late or in the wrong direction. Every time one undead Elf fell, another surged forward to exploit the gap.

"If this continues we’ll be torn apart one by one." she realized grimly.

She turned sharply to Arty, who had just crushed an advancing undead with brute force but staggered under the backlash of curse residue clinging to her arm.

"We can’t fight like this," Sylmira said quickly. "They’re forcing us apart. If we stay separated they’ll overwhelm us."

Arty followed her gaze and saw it too. The pattern was impossible to ignore now.

She clenched her jaw and nodded. "You’re right. We need to regroup now."

Sylmira didn’t hesitate. She drew in her Magic and layered it with resonance and amplification, shaping it carefully despite the chaos pressing against her senses. Then she shouted.

"Everyone! Fall back and regroup! Unite your positions now!"

Her voice thundered across the battlefield, carried unnaturally far as Magic reinforced every word. It moved through the chanting, the explosions, and the screams.

King Gulben heard it instantly.

He turned his head toward Sylmira’s position, golden light flaring as he drove back another wave of attack.

"Formation!" he roared. "All units, return to formation! Now!" His voice followed hers with a deeper and commanding tone that was impossible to ignore.

The response was immediate.

Aurdis changed her direction while she was fighting in the air and covered the retreat with precise volleys of Magical arrows.

Aerchon moved to anchor the center with his blade raised and kept slashing.

Saeldir shifted his spellwork from offense to suppression, tearing open a corridor through the cursed pressure.

Adrius and Lysander pulled back together, their light reinforcing the regrouping line.

The fighters finally converged again, closing ranks as practiced instinct took over.

The battlefield shifted.

What had been scattered resistance hardened into a unified front once more.

King Gulben did not allow the momentum to stall. He raised his sword and his voice cut through the battlefield without hesitation.

"Front line, hold and anchor!" he commanded. "Do not chase them."

His gaze snapped to the rear. "The Archmages, suppress their chanting. Break the formations, don’t target their bodies."

"Aurdis, Aerchon, center with me," he continued. "Saeldir, counter their curses attack only. But don’t excess your output."

Then he said to the rest, "Strike when their spells collapse. Move together or don’t move at all."

Magic surged in disciplined rhythm as everyone started moving.

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