Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree-Chapter 434: Mourning on the Sobbing Blood Plain

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: Mourning on the Sobbing Blood Plain

The natives of the Devourer Plane also attempted to fly over to intercept those Floating Airships, but the outcome was quite tragic.

Because flying high in the sky made them living targets, the Wizards’ firepower easily shot them down, and there was nowhere to hide.

Additionally, those Floating Airships themselves possessed strong combat capabilities and were not easily intercepted.

The sky was even more the Wizards’ domain; the aerial combat abilities of the Devourer Plane’s natives were too weak.

Moreover, the natives discovered that these three holes were actually very distant; while they seemed to be in the sky, they truly were not.

Flying over was nearly impossible; at the very least, after attempting, they found the distance was beyond their current reach.

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Seven days later.

The tide of war accumulated by Iron Rock City finally reached a critical point.

Accompanied by a horn that resounded through the sky, representing a full-scale attack, the steel legion of the United Legion set off.

Like a breached black flood, countless Slave Creature Legions surged out from the temporary constructed launching positions. Their sole target: the dark red plain ahead and the coalition defense line at the plain’s end, built from countless lives, fortifications, and determination.

The ground trembled violently under the trampling of innumerable feet, hooves, and crawling legs. The raised dust obscured the sky, merging with the shadows cast by the colossal floating fleet overhead.

Duke’s Seventh Squad, at this moment, followed a mixed assault force composed of green-skinned orc warriors and heavy golems from the side and rear.

Their task was no longer logistics but to function as a battlefield support unit responsible for clearing remaining resistance on the battle’s periphery, suppressing small groups of Awakened, and protecting the flanks of the main force.

Though the task was described as such, in reality, they were just doing odd jobs and weren’t actually expected to go into frontline battles.

In simple terms, they were just to linger around the battlefield’s rear and edges, which held some level of danger, though not too high.

The flood of steel from Iron Rock City poured out, finally spreading out along the edge of this ancient plain named the Sobbing Blood Plain, halting their advance.

From a high vantage point, the plain appeared vast, nearly boundless.

The ground had an unsettling dark red hue, as if permanently stained by the blood spilled over numerous epochs, even the sporadically growing vegetation carried a rust-like withered color.

Ancient wind-worn stone pillars, like giant tombstones, were scattered across the plain, silently witnessing the passage of time.

The flat terrain had only slight, barely noticeable undulations, allowing one to gaze unimpeded into the distance.

In the distance, a long defense line constructed of earthworks, cheval de frise, trenches, and fortresses flying various banners sprawled like a giant serpent lying on the ground, stretching across the northeast of the plain.

That was the final barrier assembled by the coalition of city-states. Above the defense line, the glow of energy shields resembled an enormous, inverted transparent bowl, rippling violently when bearing invisible attacks.

Behind the defense line, more flags of reserve units and raised dust could be vaguely seen, showing that reinforcements were continuously being added, their determination not to be underestimated.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the plain, the United Legion’s line equally stretched infinitely, unreachable to the eye.

The black slave creature phalanxes resembled a thick, viscous tar, one after another, covering the land.

Amidst these waves of flesh and blood, the even more daunting iron forest arose.

Ranked heavy golems reflected a cold metallic luster, sinister Magic-guided Cannon vehicles adjusted their elevation angles, and massive Floating Airships floated like suspended mountains, casting suffocating shadows.

Further to the rear, those recently assembled Alchemy war machines, interference towers, wall builders, shakers, etc., stood like strange metal beasts, silently awaiting the moment to unleash a deadly strike.

The entire plain transformed into a giant Gladiatorial Arena, two giants gathering strength, the oppressive silence exuding a terrifying pressure thick enough to congeal the air, with only sporadic cannon shots from afar and the wailing of winds through the stone pillars heralding the coming storm.

Finally, a piercing, sky-piercing horn sounded from the rear of the United Legion, tearing the brief silence.

In the next moment, it was as if the gates of hell had opened wide.

The Slave Creature Legion at the forefront of the United Legion let out thunderous, mad roars, the black tide began to surge. Initially slow, their speed rapidly increased, like a flood after a dam burst, crashing towards the distant coalition defense line.

They were innumerable, and when they ran, the entire ground began to hum and tremor dully, the stirred dust instantaneously transforming into a moving sandstorm.

At almost the same time, the coalition defense line also erupted with earth-shattering war cries and roars.

Countless soldiers clanged their shields; Awakened radiated diverse energy glows from their bodies, and the defensive line’s crossbows and catapults thundered.

The defense line, composed of countless coalition soldiers, Awakened, and coerced Demons, also moved. They didn’t guard the fortifications but launched a desperate charge as well.

Because they knew, on this plain devoid of natural defenses, once the opponent’s steel flood and slave tide fully approached and suppressed them, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Courage and flesh must be used to keep the enemy beyond the defense line.

In an instant, from a high vantage point, you could see two vast boundless waves charging towards each other with destructive momentum, heading fiercely toward the center of the plain.

No words could describe the moment these two forces collided, the sound being neither merely a noise of collision but a soul-shattering boom composed of countless howls, roars, weapon clashes, bone cracks, energy explosions, and dying wails mixed together.

The frontmost edge of the battle line instantaneously transformed into a bloody grinder.

Slave Creatures and coalition soldiers fell like wheat being reaped, life in this moment was cheaper than dust.

And above these land-bound waves, the war’s dark clouds also violently collided in the sky.

The United Legion’s Floating Airship fleets pushed forward with full force, side cannons unleashed completely, torrenting scorching energy beams and dense alchemy explosive bombs like a deluge towards the rear of the coalition defense line, attempting to suppress the opponent’s long-range firepower and subsequent reinforcements.

On the side of the Native Alliance Army, countless flying demons soared into the sky, shrieking toward the massive airships, and numerous powerful Awakened figures shot up; some summoned thunderstorm, others transformed into energy forms, directly attacking the airships.

The sky instantaneously filled with interwoven energy beams, exploding fireballs, tumbling wreckage, drifting feathers, and blood.