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"Roland's army is beginning to retreat!"

After a full day of fierce fighting, Byerland's regiment stormed and captured a large area of ​​Confederate positions. But Roland's army also dealt a heavy blow to the participating legions, causing them to almost lose the ability to pursue.

A part of the legion squadron withdrew from the battle after a fierce battle, and subsequent troops were assembled and on standby. According to regulations, legionnaires must wait for the order to launch an attack before drinking the magic potion and entering an enhanced state that activates their psychic powers.

Milhaud and several other Shutoral from Homemonworth never received the order to attack. They hid behind the fortifications and endured intermittent bombardment all day long. Entire groups of legionnaires walked past them and entered the battle, and then withdrew in pieces to rest.

The battle was extremely brutal. Many familiar officers and sergeants were killed, and several generals were seriously injured. But the most terrifying thing is the legionnaire who drank the magic potion.

It is a serious crime for mortals to take potions without authorization - those who take potions can easily lose control and become monsters. Very few people can successfully acquire extraordinary characteristics. The main daily job of official Beyonder teams everywhere is to arrest and eliminate these madmen.

Even as Shutoral, Miyo himself was careful and cautious in using magic potions. Who would have thought that public opinion would suddenly take a sudden turn in recent months. After Aaron demonstrated the possibility of psychically enhancing mortals, the authorities would suddenly relax controls on potions and extraordinary characteristics.

The Arcane Council has come up with a perfect psychic enhancement potion!

Legionnaires can now take potions without any screening. After taking them, they can match the combat power of Sequence 9 in a short time, and gain amazing concentration and sense of mission.

Soldiers who drink the potion can even be strengthened by the wizard's psychic powers, further enhancing their attack and defense capabilities.

Even someone as staunchly loyal as Miyo felt confused as if his worldview had been overturned. Using common sense, it should be clear that such an amazing enhancement would not have negative effects. The Arcane Council and the Senate did not even complete a month of testing and observation, and directly put the Psionic Corps into mass production and organization!

Yes, the psychic army is amazingly strong. Roland's bastion and cannon were so powerful that they were almost penetrated by the legion in one day. If everyone works harder, maybe they can return to the camp on time for dinner.

The newspapers were also full of praise - the Arcane Council created an epoch-making army!

But is this reasonable? ? Doctors in the countryside wouldn't treat diarrhea so carelessly, right? Have the big shots in the Senate and Arcane Council not considered the risks and hidden dangers?

Don't they know?

Miyo had been holding back his words for a long time and had nothing to say. Mira and Gérard, who were squatting in the same fortification, must have thought the same, but no one said anything. If asked by superiors, they absolutely support the Senate's decision. Seeing them, Miyo also sat down obediently.

Are you kidding me? I'm not Griffith or Lana. How dare I have any opinions...

The endless bombardment seemed to have weakened, and the thick smoke gradually dissipated, replaced by the faint sunshine in the sky. A hint of unexpected cold air penetrated through the clothes and penetrated into the skin bit by bit, giving people a deep chill.

There is a situation!
The Shutorals immediately realized something was wrong. They looked around, but saw several flickering fireballs above their heads - what looked like human silhouettes in the light, raising their hands above their heads.

The people on the ground heard a vague, musical sound, like a hymn sung loudly with grotesque gestures.

The horses and livestock went wild, neighing crazily and in a very strange and irregular rhythm.

The sun suddenly dimmed, but there were no clouds to cover the sun.

This strange phenomenon made Miyo and the others feel horrified.

A rumbling sound seemed to be coming from heaven and earth, and lightning suddenly flashed high in the sky. People on the ground looked at the empty sky in confusion, searching in vain for signs of the coming storm. The figures in the light spots in the sky also became clear at this moment.

The sunlight was getting dimmer and dimmer, and the two armies fighting on the battlefield felt something was wrong, and they distanced themselves tacitly. Then a purple-tinged darkness appeared ghostly in the deepening blue of the sky, weighing gloomily over the banks of the Tirne.

In this darkness, those fireballs were frighteningly bright.

"What is that!?" The commanders of the headquarters were shocked. They saw Archon Charon looking pale and staring at the sky without saying a word.

"Archon, do you want to attack? Do you want to attack those things?!"

The lightning flashed across the sky again, seemingly brighter than before, right above Xia Long's army!
The tens of thousands of troops felt that the lightning drew a hazy outline. However, no one could see clearly at that moment. Countless birds fled from the valleys and hills, chirping irregularly, and fled towards the north in waves. The air seemed to be filled with an unpredictable and sinister atmosphere.

"Consul, please give the order! Please give us the order!" The headquarters was in chaos, not knowing what to do. Some people fled directly and ran towards the hills to the east.

Confederate troops abandoned their positions and artillery and began to withdraw.

Suddenly, countless deep, hoarse, noisy and harsh sounds erupted in the air. They are etched deeply into the memories of the horrified crowd below and will never be forgotten. That sound could never originate from any human throat, because human vocal cords would never produce such an abnormal and distorted sound. Although these sounds unmistakably came from the sky, people would rather say that they came from the netherworld and the endless abyss.

It can't even be called a sound, because that terrifying, low tone exerts an unspeakable influence on people's consciousness and fear, and is far more complicated than the simple vibrations heard by the ears.

Gradually, this vague rhythm irrefutably formed words with certain meanings. The sound was loud - almost as loud as the echoing rumble of thunder.

No one could imagine anything invisible in this world that could make such a noise, and the Legion began to cower and retreat, as if waiting for a blow.

"The price... the price... needs to be paid..." A low, hoarse, creepy voice echoed in the sky.

Xia Long stared at the sky with wide eyes and murmured.

"Consul, what did you say?" a general shouted, "Retreat, retreat, right!?"

"Fiona..." Tears streamed down Xia Long's face, "This shouldn't..."

There were several figures in the light, one of them being Fiona. She is like a saint, with only pure holiness on her beautiful face. Beside her, Neferti von Kwaimantha from Odessa was in a very unstable state. Visible psychic particles flew out of Neferti's body, deformed, broke, and split into multiple particles.

The psychic particles collided with Fiona, and the movement of the plasma caused the temperature of the surrounding air to rise to an alarming temperature. What people on the ground see is the bright light produced by the burning fireball.

The other person in the fireball is Tiberion. Of course, no one recognized him. The faces of the old principal and Aaron were burned away, turning into a chaotic psionic aggregation.

Tiberion posed strangely, waving his arms wildly as if his energy was reaching its climax. Accompanied by a low and hoarse sound like thunder, a dark source appeared in the sky, giving people a feeling of fear, loneliness and sadness like nothingness.

The incomparable consciousness hides the conspiracy that has been dormant for a long time. At the moment, He is reaching out his tentacles from the virtual realm, gradually turning into a straightforward and complete madness that devours everything.

“Ah-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ha-e-ye-ye-ye-ah-a-ah… naaaaaa… naaaaa… the ruler of time and space and the unifier of all things. Possessing infinite wisdom, all great wizards, artists, and thinkers are His projections in different dimensions!”

The crazy Tiberion called for twisted consciousness, calling for the benefactor of the caster, the Devourer from the Void Realm!
Xia Long knew all this. The oldest patriarchal family in Bayeran, he certainly knew what was happening in the sky and realized where his daughter was being used. He fell to his knees in despair.

"The Hermit", the "Dark Lord", the victor of the Battle of Homemonworth was satisfied with the changes Tiberion, Fiona and Neferty brought about. He once again held his right hand empty, tapped his thumb, and made a starting gesture:
"...At this moment, I become the God of Death, the destroyer of all worlds..."

From terrifying fireballs detonating high in the sky. The air surged with a turbid roar that surpassed all thunder in history, and the dazzling light made the pale people on the ground feel dizzy.

The heat didn't scorch the ground, but the shock wave knocked the humans down. Then a terrible explosion that seemed to tear the hill apart frightened them into madness.

The deafening roar that seemed to herald the doomsday disaster, the invisible powerful force and the indescribable breath swept down from the top of the mountain like a wave and spread to the surrounding wilderness. Trees, grass, and shrubs swayed wildly; the frightened legionnaires standing at the foot of the mountain weakened in the suffocating deadly stench, and the green grass and leaves withered one after another, turning into a listless, weird yellow-gray. The fields and forests were littered with the carcasses of birds and beasts.

Roland stared dumbfounded at this scene without warning.

He had hundreds of estimates about his fate, but he never thought of this scene.

The fireball and the earth-shattering explosion did not destroy the surface of the earth, but the legionnaires exposed to this power underwent changes——

Their bodies were twisted, and their flesh and blood peeled off like snow flakes, forming wriggling granules and death-gray tentacles. They slowly split open, flowing out a thick dark purple liquid, with pale skin and corpse-like faces, and they lost their minds. .

The stench in the air dissipated quickly, but the filth and chaos remained. The mutated legionnaires began to indiscriminately massacre their unchanged comrades and the retreating Confederate soldiers.

They are as fast as lightning, can tear apart armor with one claw, and have amazing vitality! (End of chapter)