Chapter 885: Mage Legion
When that massive crimson slash came crashing in, the mages standing at the front didn’t panic. In an instant, they summoned their fire element avatars—blazing flames spread out like a storm. Every mage facing the brunt of that bloody strike vanished into fire, disappearing from where they stood.
The crimson slash tore through the sea of fire, as if it would split it in two. A terrifying wound was carved into the earth—a massive crack more than a hundred meters long and seven or eight meters deep appeared, and on either side of the fissure, countless flames unfurled like butterfly wings.
All the debris was blocked by the flames, and even the mages just a few meters away didn’t spare a glance to the side.
The rules of the Mage Legion: unless an attack threatens severe injury or death, no one is allowed to disrupt the rhythm of the group for the sake of one individual.
At this moment, aside from the dozen or so legion mages who had to dodge, everyone else was meticulously focused on their work.
A surge of fire erupted, transforming into two massive flaming wings each dozens of meters wide. The wings beat fiercely, and in an instant, countless fire feathers became a crimson torrent, sweeping toward the Black Iron Orcs’ ranks.
In a flash, the Black Iron Orcs’ charge slowed down. They had to unleash their stored power ahead of time. Though not as strong as before, it was enough to stall the Black Iron Orcs for a short while.
Kurum’s face was cold as flames burst from his body. In an instant, he grew to four or five meters tall, transforming into a fire elemental.
As Kurum moved, every legion mage seemed to receive a command—one by one, fire elementals rose from the sea of flames.
Fire element avatar—the Mage Legion’s strongest killing move!
This was Leon’s rule: every legion mage had to master this skill. After all, no one understood the terror of elemental avatars better than Leon…
As all fifty legion mages unleashed their fire element avatars, the already dense and lively fire elements in the air seemed to go berserk. The flowing flames around them turned from wisps into rivers, crowding together in a thick mass.
The earth was scorched by the fire, slowly turning red-hot. Eventually, it looked as if a layer of liquid flame was flowing across the ground.
Those crimson streams of flame flowed from beneath every legion mage’s feet, like living things. In a single second, they formed a massive alchemical array.
As the alchemical array took shape, the earth began to tremble. Cracks spread across the ground, and scalding magma flowed through them. The giant flaming wings that had guarded the front of the Mage Legion were spent, all of them turning into a torrent of fire feathers that swept toward the Black Iron Orc army.
At this moment, aside from the endless flames around them, the Mage Legion had almost no defenses left. Every legion mage was unleashing their strongest burst under Kurum’s command.
But those Black Iron Orcs were already just fifty meters away. For Black Iron Orcs empowered by Demon Fang Necklaces, that distance was nothing—at most two seconds before they could launch a wide-scale attack. For those Black Iron Orc Sword Saints, it was already close enough to strike.
Legion warfare is nothing like one-on-one combat. The distance between both sides is rarely ever this close.
The George Family didn’t care at all. Wagner looked utterly bored, already prepared to step in only after Leon’s Mage Legion was completely wiped out.
Wagner’s confidant, Lord Daug, gave a cold, sneering laugh from the side.
“Once those legion mages are slaughtered by the Black Iron Orcs, that idiot commander will probably die a miserable death too. Heh, if not for him, how could mages who count as elite even in the Odin Kingdom die so pointlessly? But it’s fine—once they wear down the Black Iron Orcs a bit, we’ll move in and reap the fruits of victory.
Young master, don’t you think it’s a pity? I’ve gotten used to others handling the most dangerous, least rewarding tasks for us. If they all die, won’t we have to waste our own strength...?”
Wagner burst out laughing.
“Let’s just hope they don’t all die. That idiot commander—if you ask me, he knows Andalusia Kingdom is doomed, so he’s sucking up to us now. But this method is just too stupid…”
On Leon’s side, Anderson couldn’t help but speak up.
“Merlin, are we really not going to intervene? I don’t think the Mage Legion can hold off these Black Iron Orcs. Why is their fighting style so extreme? Letting the Black Iron Orc cavalry get this close—don’t they know there’s an eighth-rank Sword Saint among them? There’s no way to block that charge.”
Anderson slowly began turning the Arcane Wheel—a sign he was about to unleash its full power.
Anyone watching would think the Mage Legion was about to be wiped out. With an eighth-rank Black Iron Orc Sword Saint at the vanguard, plus a magical weapon boosting everyone’s bloodline power, unless a powerhouse holds back their chief, there’s absolutely no way to stop them.
Leon watched quietly, not blinking as he spoke.
"No need. They’ll manage."
All three of Anderson’s faces rolled their eyes in unison, and the magical fluctuations on the Arcane Wheel began to fade.
But just then, a terrifying surge of magic erupted from the Mage Legion.
It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for ages suddenly ignited—and the whole mountain erupted at once...
Blazing flames spewed from the ground like blinding magma. The earth trembled violently, huge cracks splitting open everywhere, as if some colossal beast beneath was trying to break free.
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Crack...
A fissure two or three meters wide split open in the earth ahead, the dense heat of the flames nearly driving all the air away.
A thunderous boom rang out as scorching orange-red magma erupted from the crack, shooting hundreds of meters into the sky—like an orange-red curtain blocking the way ahead.
A dozen Black Iron Orc wolf riders crashed straight into that orange-red magma curtain, and what happened next was terrifying.
The giant wolf mounts beneath them didn’t even have time to howl—their bodies were instantly burned to ash and swept away as a plume of vapor and cinders.
As for those dozen Black Iron Orcs, they barely managed to resist with a bit of crimson battle aura, but half their bodies were incinerated to ash...
In an instant, the Black Iron Orc cavalry was thrown into chaos. Fang let out a furious roar, sending a massive crimson slash crashing into the magma curtain.
A piercing, sizzling screech rang out as the terrifying heat threatened to burn Fang’s crimson slash to dust.
The giant blade tore through the orange-red magma curtain by force, but the real terror was still to come.
Even more blinding streams of magma surged from the cracks in the ground, spreading out to cover more than a hundred meters.
Seeing so much erupting, blinding magma, you could tell just how terrifying the heat was. Fang decisively swung his great blade, ordering all the Black Iron Orcs to retreat when they were less than twenty meters from the Mage Legion.
But by then, it was already far too late...
Cracks of all sizes split open across hundreds of meters of ground, the earth itself seemed to shatter to pieces in that moment.
Blinding magma erupted from below, at least ten times more than before. From afar, it looked like a massive column hundreds of meters wide bursting out of the earth, as if a volcano was erupting right here.
A magma column over a meter thick erupted from the ground, striking a Black Iron Orc swordsman. In an instant, both he and his giant wolf mount were burned to ash.
A fifth-rank Black Iron Orc Sword Saint, his body shrouded in crimson battle aura so dense it seemed solid, was hit by a magma column seven or eight meters wide. The power he prided himself on was utterly useless here.
His body was swept up like a leaf in a raging current, carried into the sky by the magma column. In less than a second, he vanished completely into the molten flow...
In just a second or two, the Black Iron Orcs who’d wanted to tear apart those hated mages now forgot all about that—their only thought was how to escape.
But those blinding, sun-bright magma eruptions lasted a full three seconds before finally stopping...
At that moment, only Fang and thirty-some Black Iron Orcs were left, fleeing in panic toward their tribe.
Fang didn’t even notice that the fifty mages of the Mage Legion had nearly exhausted their magic—without even a shield spell left. At that point, just Fang alone could have wiped out the whole Mage Legion...
Leon watched what had just happened, quietly sighing to himself.
Their level is still too low. Using the future Mage Legion’s combat tactics is still a bit much for them...
After all, the things I got from the apocalypse could be put in the Desolation Library. The biographies recorded there all have high reference value.
The records about the Mage Legion are all extremely advanced—these are the best methods distilled from thousands of years at the peak of Northend World’s development.
The basic combat method is to use each mage as the core and build something like an alchemical array. Right now, the Mage Legions of Northend World mostly just use the crude, chaotic tactic of everyone blasting away on their own.
Building an alchemical array that unites the power of all mages—so their combined strength far exceeds what they could do alone—is the bare minimum requirement.