The Holy Light released by the battle banner formed an invisible field, and the Light Spear with a destructive aura suddenly vanished upon touching the field.
Divine Protection, High Tier Blessing Series of Divine Arts.
Those granted Divine Protection can withstand any form of attack. The intensity of this defense depends on the amount of Power of Faith.
Under the influence of the Heroic Spirit Battle Banner, Divine Protection was magnified into the Divine Protection Field.
The land shrouded in Holy Light is sacred ground under God’s protection!
After the Legion Shield shattered, Divine Protection took over the battlefield. The priest carried the battle banner and charged to the front of the line, their entire body emanating Holy Light.
The Light Spear was dissipated by the Holy Light, and in the radiant light formed by the dispersing spears, the priest fervently shouted.
"Advance, crush them!"
It was at this moment that the Mayfly General finally sensed something was amiss. It was not the effect of Divine Protection; the glow of Divine Protection was continually weakening under the barrage of Light Spears. To him, this was merely a new type of Legion Shield, just break it.
What he was concerned about was the fanatic attitude of the Heroic Spirit Army.
He had fought against wizards for hundreds of years and had never seen such a fanatical army before.
It was like looking into a mirror; the General seemed to see a group of wizard-like Galaxy Mayflies charging at him in a suicidal charge.
"Is this some new weapon the wizards have concocted to test in this insignificant world?" the Mayfly General muttered to himself, yet he did not choose to flee.
He had already received information from his allies; three Third Level combat groups were rapidly approaching them, needing only twenty minutes before this army would be within their striking range.
"Horned Mayflies, scatter them!"
The Mayfly General calmly issued the order. On the ground, tens of thousands of Horned Mayflies stood up, aiming their horns at the nearby Mixed Species Army vanguard.
These biological weapons, born specifically for fortresses, spewed thick white steam from their vents, charging like a steam locomotive fueled and ready for a suicidal charge.
"Ignore those Horned Mayflies and break the shields of those Flying Mayflies."
Orders from the Commander emerged, instantly altering the minds of all the vanguard Heroic Spirits via the Mind Network established by the wizards.
Wizards waved their Magic Wands, layering auxiliary magic onto Werewolf Heroic Spirits.
At the moment of casting completion, the entire vanguard suddenly took flight in the astonished eyes of the Mayfly General.
Creatures possess a tendency of thought.
A group of creatures charging on two legs hardly looked capable of flying.
But despite the shock, the Mayfly General remained unflappable.
If the Horned Mayfly swarm could not scatter the vanguard, charging at the rear troops was also feasible.
The Divine Protection Field was already tottering under Light Spear bombardment; once it vanished, the charging Heroic Spirit Army would be obliterated in an instant.
Thirty thousand Energy Level Light Spears; even if a Three Rings veteran wizard came, they might not withstand more than a few hits, let alone these Heroic Spirit Warriors with only Enchanted Armor.
Defense modules faced the vanguard, with a solid Energy Barrier like an iron curtain blocking the Heroic Spirit soldiers. Behind this defense, there were six similar modules.
This question flashed in the wizard’s mind.
But in the Heroic Spirits’ minds, this question never appeared.
Breaking through the defense was an order! They would either break the defenses or die trying.
The bloodthirsty smile of the Werewolf Heroic Spirit reflected in the compound eyes of the Galaxy Mayfly—Galaxy Mayflies were not bloodless, emotionless, thoughtless creatures.
They, like wizards, possessed intelligence and wisdom.
A hint of fear suddenly arose in the Mayfly’s heart.
"Instant Death Sword, overload!"
The black blade exploded with pitch-black particles, with high concentrations of alien Death Energy instantly destroying the shield. The pitch-black Death Energy continued to spread along the shield’s energy structure, like blackened veins on a poisoned person’s face.
First layer, defense broken!
Galaxy Mayflies were masters of manipulating energy; unless they were anomalies like Horned Mayflies, they were extremely weak physically.
Once the protection of Energy Shields was lost, the iron curtain-like swarm was instantly torn apart.
A question flashed through the thought organs of the Mayfly General.
The Divine Protection Field had vanished, and releasing Light Spears now could absolutely deliver a crippling blow to these creatures.
But if it failed, these creatures would head straight for the unprotected attack array—his position.
However, defending meant gambling that these creatures could not penetrate the six layers of defense.
As long as they couldn’t breach these six layers, this offensive would effectively be stuck in the formation. And losing the vanguard meant the remaining troops would lose their offensive capacity.
The insect swarm wasn’t afraid of the Wizard Army’s Magic Concentrated Fire; how strong could a group of natives armed with Alchemy Weapons really be?
The question flashed by, and the Mayfly General instantly made his decision.
The mayflies that destroyed the defense module merged into the complete defense module, and the new iron wall replaced the old one, once again blocking the vanguard. Meanwhile, the attack module was brewing a terrifying attack, targeting the Mixed Species Army still at the rear.
War is not turn-based; both sides can act simultaneously.
The blade of the Instant Death Sword sliced through the Energy Shield, cutting through the mayflies behind it as well. The iron curtain-like barrier shattered again, even more swiftly than the first one.
At the same time, the attack module unleashed a surge of thunder, and tadpole-like ball lightning erupted from the attack module, instantly covering the sky of the Mixed Species Army.
The ball lightning exploded in the air, forming a thunder pool between heaven and earth. The space within the thunder pool fractured, and in the face of this violent thunderstorm, even space was no longer solid; only the Divine Protection Field barely stood.
At that moment, the werewolf vanguard broke through the last line of defense. Before the new array could form, there was a period of defensive vacuum for the Mayfly battle group.
A Priest said calmly.
The next moment, intense Divine Light erupted from the Heroic Spirit Battle Banner, and the already vast Divine Protection Field expanded once more. Under its protection, the thunderstorm dissipated like melting spring snow.
The Goblin Heroic Spirits activated their runes, and over twenty thousand portable Alchemy Gun Towers fired simultaneously.
The rain of destruction fell from the sky, engulfing the Mayfly battle group that had just emerged from the defensive vacuum.
One volley, two volleys, three volleys, four volleys...
The Goblin Heroic Spirits conducted seven continuous volleys, which was basically the stable limit of the portable Alchemy Gun Towers. Continuing to use them would turn the towers into ticking bombs.
The seven volleys ended.
The werewolf Heroic Spirits charged into the still-dissipating Fire Element Storm, and at the center of the storm was a massive, entirely carbonized sphere.
The werewolf Heroic Spirits charged towards the sphere again, with a layer of flaming cloak fluttering on their backs—this was the Fire Element Protection released by wizards to reduce fire element damage.
As the first Instant Death Sword pierced the carbonized sphere, it cracked like a spider’s web.
The next moment, the Galaxy Mayfly hidden within shattered its shell and darted westward like lightning.
But unfortunately, it was all in vain.
A Third Level werewolf Heroic Spirit suddenly threw the Instant Death Sword in his hand, the dark blade effortlessly piercing the shell of the mayfly group, precisely cutting the spiritually injured Mayfly General.
The wizards in the Mixed Species Army had gathered by then, waving their Magic Wands collectively as if in school, casting spells towards their intended targets as directed.
The active Wind Element was summoned by the wizards, and a storm, like a meat grinder, tore the last of the Mayfly battle group to shreds.
The werewolf vanguard returned to the army, and an old Wizard glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, marveling, "Finishing the fight in twenty minutes, this efficiency rivals that of the Elite Wizard Army."
With a slight adjustment of the formation, the Mixed Species Army advanced once more.
The flesh of the Heroic Spirits did not tire, while wizards were accustomed to using Magic Potions to keep their energy up, and the consumption of energy could be replenished with Magic Essence.
The army could not stop; this war was a test of speed.
"Commander, the frontline report is here!"
In the command center, Abel rushed to Richard with a report in hand, his face full of excitement.
"Sir, the Mixed Species Army you formed has been highly effective. Out of two hundred mixed legions, a hundred and ninety-three have reached their intended positions. Together with the Wizard Army from the Northern Battlefield, they launched a pincer attack, annihilating over ten million Galaxy Mayflies in one go."
Richard nodded slightly, but his expression showed no ease even with the good news.
"Is the encirclement complete?"
"It is complete. Currently, the Heroic Spirit Army is blocking the enemy, while the Mixed Species Army is tightening the encirclement."
"...I understand." Richard stood up, an invisible pressure emanating from him. Looking eastward, he spoke in a heavy tone, "The command will now be handled by the Staff Department; that big bug can’t resist making a move."
On the other side of the world, a black mayfly over twenty meters long flew out of the Expedition Nest. Looking in the direction of the encirclement, its compound eyes were full of images of the Mixed Species Army.
A low hum emerged from its vocal organs.
"What a peculiar army; it looks somewhat like what those old folks encountered."
The Heroic Spirit Army might be unfamiliar to the lower levels, but to the King of Mayfly at this middle level, it was not much of a secret.
But no matter what this army was, it could not just watch its Mayfly battle group being consumed.
The Galaxy Mayflies did not fear sacrifice, even embraced it. But the premise of all this was that the sacrifice had value. Sacrifices without value were just losses.
The King of Mayfly looked toward the battlefield, and a light began at its tail filament, slowly lighting its body.
Massive energy within it continually changed form, and with a loud insect cry, a black storm surged from the mouthparts of the King of Mayfly, penetrating space towards the battlefield in the northern world.
But the next moment, a spatial shake forced the black storm to pour out from a Space Rift.
Richard held the Balancing Hand, his massive body covered in Bone Scales. His golden eyes calmly gazed at the King of Mayfly, the Dragon Horns on his head flickering with thunder.
"It’s not good to bully mortals, so why don’t I keep you company?"