Caesar saw the situation was unfavorable and quickly drew his sword, roaring:
"Mages, chant the Divine Words, sections one to three, within five hundred meters ahead, unleash the barrage of Cursed Bullets!"
On the low hills, a group of mages accompanying the army chanted the name of the Chief God loudly, cooperating with the priests, sacrificing magic power, and casting a large-scale ritual curse.
"Great God of All Gods, Father of All, Bax (God of Wine), flames are your true form, lightning is your roar! Divine Power, arise! The enemy shall be obliterated!"
Rumble rumble rumble...
The sky was filled with dark clouds, and a fierce wind blew. Forked, densely extended thunderbolts tore through the clouds, with hundreds of dazzling blue-white light arcs striking all around.
In the blink of an eye, Persian war elephants and many Persian spellcasters were pierced by the thunderbolts.
They didn’t even have time to scream before they turned into flying ash together.
But quickly, the Persian spellcasters in mid-air reacted.
They all raised specially crafted Divine Lamps, chanting the Divine Words at high speed, initiating a counterattack:
"Our Master of Light, Father of Flames, Mitra, flame is light. With this Flame Spirit, dispel darkness, purify the unclean!"
The lamp flames erupted from the spouts, forming a golden light membrane, burning fiercely, covering the advancing Persian army, shielding them from the strikes of the thunder arcs.
Moreover, the Persian Secret Masters, having a hand free, had the leisure to cast spells upon ordinary Roman soldiers.
Red-black Cursed Bullets and Magic Beams continuously bombarded the low parapets, blowing the Roman soldiers hiding behind and the walls into pieces.
Indeed, the numbers were too different; the spellcasters were completely suppressed, and there was little hope of relying on them for now.
Caesar looked at the approaching Persian elites, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he had to give another order:
"Priests, prepare the Suppression Spell, chant the Dispel Prayer. Archers, form ranks in a 75-degree overhead shooting position, Spearmen, get ready. Venus above, the gods bless you all!"
"Apollo of Light, Diana of the Hunt, the two major deities above, grant us protection, bring death and injury to our enemies!"
The accompanying priests chanted blessings, providing protection to the archers.
As the sturdy cedar bows were drawn, the enchanted Secret Text Arrows shimmered with a chilling glow.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The bowstrings vibrated, and hundreds of arrows broke through the air, falling with a sharp whistling sound, piercing towards the Persian elephant soldiers, who posed a significant threat to the defensive line.
In an instant, several soldiers standing on elephant saddles were pierced in the chest and head, falling to the ground, and were immediately trampled into pulp by the elephant hooves.
However, more arrows were blocked by the raised Round Shields and the sweeping elephant trunks. The damage caused by this wave of arrow rain was, in fact, extremely limited against the Persian army.
"Second round, begin chanting the Divine Words, activate the inscriptions, release!"
"Rotate in sequence, don’t stop!"
Caesar struggled to maintain composure, conducting orderly commands, but his brows furrowed more tightly.
At this time, the advancing war elephants were pricked like porcupines, but due to their thick skins, their actions were not affected at all. The vague pain made these thick, sluggish monsters emit angry screeches, their eyes blood-red, their long trunks swinging stone blocks the size of millstones, hurling them towards the Roman army’s defensive line.
The massive stones crashing down hit the ground with a roar, archers fell in swathes, blood and stones mingling.
With no more suppression and harassment from the archers, the Persian Secret Masters and elephant soldiers furiously unleashed firepower towards the Roman army’s positions.
Whistling Cursed Bullets, falling stones, and projected arrows rained down continuously, inflicting heavy losses on the Roman Legion, who were pressured by relentless attacks.
Seeing signs of collapse in their own line, Alexander gritted his steel teeth, drew the sword from his waist, and slashed fiercely forward.
Two Thunder Bulls, flying kicks pulling an ancient Bronze Chariot, charged out from the Magic Array.
"Wedge formation, charge with me!"
Alexander jumped onto this relic left by his late father Zeus, leading his Companion Cavalry as the spearhead, charging into the enemy formation.
The pitiful thunderbolts containing divine power shot out in all directions, unstoppable.
In an instant, the tough skin of dozens of war elephants was torn, their skulls pierced. The remaining elephants were thrown into chaos, frenziedly crashing or mournfully falling to the ground.
Nearby, the Undead Army and the archers, Secret Masters on the elephant saddles, unaware for a moment, were trampled and crushed, turning into pools of flesh.
The remaining Persian soldiers were pushed back under the impact of the Companion Cavalry.
Thus, the third round of offensive and defensive battle ended.
Rome, at a nearly tragic cost, maintained its precarious line, gaining a brief respite.
A dusty Caesar and Alexander looked at each other, a trace of bitterness flowing in their eyes.
All of those tactical maneuvers to gain an advantage, only to have it instantly equaled out once high-level power made its appearance. No wonder the Persians didn’t care much about the casualties of the auxiliary troops and ordinary people and didn’t focus on training strategic tactics.
Damn this Gods World!