The curse bullets like a shower of meteor rain and the rune heavy arrows that obscured the sky descended onto the battlefield with a sharp whistle.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the midst of successive explosions, the ground trembled violently, clouds of dust rose on the battlefield, and thousands of fully armed Persian soldiers were either blasted into pieces or pinned dead to the ground, with a dense smell of blood spreading in the air.
In an instant, the earth quaked.
Alexander, riding the , crossed the dunes, drawn by shooting purple lightning arcs, pierced through the weakest southeastern flank of the Persian army, charging towards the core of the army.
Following him, the Companion Cavalry, clad in heavy armor and wielding long spears, surged forward like a vast, overwhelming dark green tide.
"Protect Your Majesty! Protect Your Majesty!"
Realizing the dire situation, the old Persian general shouted anxiously, trying to organize a defense to resist the ferocious enemy forces.
Responding to the order, tens of thousands of Persian soldiers, two units of Persian elephant troops, and assorted auxiliary forces instinctively gathered towards the southeastern flank.
However, the regular units of the Persian Empire, despite their large numbers, lacked quality. Without enough of the Undead Army in the rear to maintain the balance as a steadfast core, these motley troops showed a significant decline in combat effectiveness, organization, and fighting spirit.
As a result, the moment they made contact, the ranks of tens of thousands of Persian troops were pierced through in just a few breaths.
The Companion Cavalry mechanically and precisely wielded their spears, over two meters long, and the Persian army blocking their path fell en masse like wheat under a scythe. Persian warriors were thrown high into the air by the impact, their bones breaking and organs shattering before they hit the ground, causing them to die violently.
Panic spread uncontrollably.
In fact, both the black fleet along the coast and the Roman Imperial Guard charging head-on were mere decoys.
Their purpose was to force the Persian side to draw out as much of the Undead Army’s main force as possible and tie up this morale-boosting ace unit.
Then, waiting for the right moment, Alexander would lead the Companion Cavalry to charge out at the opportune time, using an absolute advantage to pierce through the Persian army’s formations to complete a decapitation operation.
At this moment, the old Persian general in charge of commanding operations saw the Companion Cavalry advancing unstoppably towards the position of Darius III and realized this tactic.
He cursed under his breath and promptly drew his sword, shouting:
"Where are the Secret Mages and the Priests? Quickly, stop these barbarians!"
Hearing the order, the Secret Mages in the camp hurriedly rubbed the Divine Lamps, squeezing out their last bit of magic power to set up a defensive barrier, while the Priests chanted Divine Words, hastily forming a makeshift interception team of Ifrits, the Flame Elves.
The battle had been ongoing, and the Persians still held an absolute numerical advantage.
As long as they could block the spearhead of the Companion Cavalry and buy time for the auxiliary forces to reorganize their formations and the Undead Army to move back to assist, the situation would be reversed.
At that point, these Companion Cavalry who had ventured deeply into enemy lines would instead become lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Ordinarily speaking, common human soldiers had no means to eliminate the Flame Elves.
Once the Secret Mages and Priests had finished casting their spells, they sat weakly on the ground, looking expectantly towards the battlefield.
Ahead, heat waves rolled, and flames surged.
Dozens of Ifrits, with mountain-burning and sea-boiling heat, charged fiercely towards the advancing Companion Cavalry.
Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!
Accompanied by the wailing of the gusty winds, the line of defense made up of hundreds of Ifrits was forcefully torn apart, and the scattered fire sparks were snuffed out one by one in the wind.
Yet, the speed of tens of thousands of Companion Cavalry did not slow at all, with battle flags flying as the Mystic Bird Totem tore through the crimson sky, shields linked together forming a silver fortress, and pikes pointed like a forest towards the heavens.
Even more threateningly, dazzling golden-red light patterns successively appeared within the army, radiating a powerful oppression.
In an instant, the blood in the Persian Secret Mages’ and Priests’ bodies ran cold, with a chill rushing from their tailbones to the tops of their heads.
Divinity, Divine Pattern!
More than a hundred Divine Blood Heroes?
The commanders of this cavalry unit were actually all Divine Blood Heroes, what a joke!
A strong sense of absurdity arose in the hearts of the Persians, their faces filled with incredulity.
But indeed, that was the reality.
As a commander with great personal charisma and an excellent eye for talent, his forces were a gathering of stars, full of talents:
Ptolemy I: Founder of the Ptolemaic Dynasty of Egypt; built one of the "Seven Wonders of the Ancient World," the "Pharos Lighthouse," and the renowned "Library of Alexandria";
Seleucus I: Rich with naval combat experience, founder of the Seleucid Empire;
Hephaestion: Alexander’s close friend and right-hand man, one of the joint commanders of the Companion Cavalry;
Omenis: Royal clerk, proficient in ancient scripts, founder of the Silver Shield Legion, possessing considerable magical powers and martial arts skills;
Poros: Came drifting from other lands, claiming to be the exiled crown prince of the Punjab region in ancient India...
Among them were military gods, mages, sages, great monarchs, and founders of dynasties across different eras, nearly all of them were remarkable figures in human history.
In fact, the elite level of the Companion Cavalry was far more than just that.
Their personnel quality was exceptionally high, mostly consisting of noble scions from various Greek city-states, who had received a systematic education.
Moreover, those who stood out in competition and took on roles as mid- to low-level commanders usually had Divine Blood, with the potential to become Divine Blood Heroes.
It was precisely because of this powerful personal army that Alexander dared to boldly plunder Thebes, despite it being under the protection of deities.