Mage? Spell Engineer!.

Chapter 537 Fighting
The worried look of the young general and the expectant and joyful looks of the soldiers below only needed a war reporter to record this classic scene.

The Imperial Army's joy was pure: reinforcements had arrived to support them.

Originally, the number of accompanying mages in the garrison was about the same as the number of spellcasters in the main force of Valois. Now with the joining of the western troops, the number of both ordinary soldiers and mages in the Empire is higher than that of the National Guard, giving them enough confidence.

Richard received the first report: "General, please support the North Shore as soon as possible! The evil ritual has not ended. If the rain of ash falls again, the entire Oward will be burned to ashes! Also, the monsters must be eliminated. If they spread outward, the consequences will be disastrous!"

Is there anything worse than an entire city turned into hell?
Yes, of course, the abnormalities are occurring in a larger area.

Oward welcomed the enemy and evacuated as many residents as possible who had no ability to resist to the surrounding villages, and many people fled to other places. Those who stayed behind were either unable to leave or were militia and reserve troops. Another premise was that the Empire's resident magicians had long been drafted into the army.

In summary, the nearby villages are now completely defenseless. Given the monsters' fire resistance and spreading abilities, just one monster is enough to destroy a village. Moreover, when the spread reaches a critical value, there is a possibility of triggering a chain reaction and spreading to the entire area.

In fact, Richard would take it seriously even if he didn't say it, and he had already learned about the characteristics of the monster through the public frequency of communication.

Now there is another problem, which is the National Guard.

Paul slowly walked out from Valois' side. He and Pascal had already recognized Richard, whom they had met in the first battle they had participated in.

Paul was just a soldier then, but now he has been promoted like a starship. Both of them wore the insignia of generals when they met this time. He noticed that Richard's eyes also paused, which meant that the other party also remembered him.

"We need to negotiate. Let us retreat, and the mage can stay and help you stop the catastrophe."

Some of the accompanying mages and soldiers of the Imperial Army were immediately dissatisfied with Paul's attitude: "Do you still have the conditions for negotiation? You wish for it."

Unfortunately, they didn’t keep their word, so Richard said, “All the spellcasters stay.”

".Okay, the rest of the National Guard will withdraw now, you and your troops must allow us to march safely to at least twenty kilometers away."

It was a very cost-effective deal for both sides to take a step back. For the reinforcements led by Richard, they could defeat the enemy without losing a single soldier or a single bullet. To put it in a broader sense, it could even eliminate the threat of the National Guard to the imperial capital. For the Valois, this was the step back with the least cost, which only allowed the caster to "cut off their retreat."

These mages can help, but it is impossible to occupy the north bank of Oward by themselves, so it is safe overall.

The exhausted National Guards withdrew from the battlefield under the silent gaze of the Imperial Army, retreating further and further to the east where the supply line was stable. Paul, Pascal and many other mages were summoned to prepare to enter the remaining urban areas.

Paul felt it necessary to explain to the other mages why they stayed. For example, the senior brother showed his incomprehension clearly on his face: "Agreeing to their conditions is to buy time for our comrades to evacuate and escape from this damn place.

"We have another purpose for staying here, to investigate the source of the incident and find out what is going on. If we just leave or start a fight, won't there only be one-sided statements from the Empire afterwards? Then they will say that we caused the disaster, can you explain it clearly?" "If we fight to the imperial capital, there will be no one-sided statements," Pascal muttered, and shrugged after receiving a cold stare from his junior brother: "You have a point, I was just talking nonsense!"

He took out a somewhat worn shorthand pen and dictated a report as he walked. Pascal had to send it out as soon as possible to alert the outside world, especially the magic guild, to the situation here.

As soon as the troops and the Valois wizard crossed the Aude River, they heard the crackling of gunfire and frequent shouting coming from the streets and alleys.

"What a beautiful view." Gregory entered the northern part of the city from another direction. In the most polluted area, the buildings and dead trees seemed to have faded, pale and gray, like burnt charcoal.

On the opposite side was a layer of blood film covering the cobblestone road, with many monsters that had lost their targets crawling on it. Not long ago, these clusters of flesh granulations were still intact human beings.

The demon monk's long leather boots stepped on the blood film, and he danced without accompaniment. From time to time, he turned around and opened the hem of his dirty monk's robe. During this time, the monsters ignored him and were still in blind chaos.

His monk's robe was also stained with blood from bottom to top, reminding people of a fountain pen absorbing ink. The deep red climbed up the gray coarse cloth robe, and the color became several shades darker. When he arrived at his destination, the charismatic Gregory, wearing a deep red robe, arrived.

Knock, knock, knock. Gregory knocked on the door of the former mage tower in the city. The temporary command post of the garrison had been set up here in recent days.

As he entered the room, he heard shouts and curses from the dungeon below him, including Hench's.

"Tsk, are all the Empire's Mage Towers at this level? The dungeons aren't even soundproof." Gregory went all the way up and met with Ilzhov, the former city defense commander at the top of the tower.

"Why did you come just now? It's almost the last moment." Ilzhov has completed his "duty" as a believer in the Mother Earth. Strictly speaking, he has also defended the city. As for the details in the city and the price paid for it... Don't worry about it, it's not important.

"I can't match your military precision, General. Shall we begin the second round of the ceremony now?"

"Yes, that's right. Once completed, the surface of the earth will be changed forever, and the power of the Great Mother will be forever established here. Think about it, Sir Gregory. Once successful, we will have a real city, and the residents inside will receive the most wonderful blessing, immortal and immortal.

"Oward will be the outpost for Mother's return, and the Imperial Capital is just around the corner!"

Gregory smiled and nodded in admiration: "Okay, okay. Then I wish your Excellency success." He had already made up his mind. If Ilzhov could continue his success, he would let things develop. If he failed, Gregory would find a way to gather the power that had already descended and use it for himself. He was the benefactor of the Mother Goddess.

"Under the Mother Goddess' witness, I remind you, General, that a group of unwelcome guests have also arrived in the north of the city. They may pose a major threat to your plan."

Iltsov choked: "Do you think you are a welcome guest? Crazy monks don't matter, I will treat them warmly."

(End of this chapter)