Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 619-617: A Thousand Cannons Fire Together

At the center of the Silver Top floating continent, in the Mysterious Palace.

As the colorful dome opened like flower petals, the clanging sound of gears turning could be heard, and the ground began to separate.

Some areas receded, some subsided, some rose, and some rotated...

Then, the ground, which had seemed perfectly sealed, was found to have neat, clean cuts.

The enormous and intricate twelve-pointed star formation stood out independently and continued to rise amidst the trembling of the entire Mysterious Hall.

In the blink of an eye, it surpassed the height of the dome, but it wasn't over yet. It continued to rise to a height of several hundred meters in the air before finally ending.

At this moment, the core of the floating city and the source of magical energy, the Core of Nesser, was exposed to the world.

That stone, shimmering with red light, was unremarkable, yet it was the most precious core of the Nesseril civilization.

Outside the core of Nesser, the connected blood-red energy pipes, stretched to their limit, resembled taut springs.

Upon closer inspection, accompanied by flashing red light, magical energy surged like a tide, and the blood-red pipes continuously expanded and contracted.

At this moment, Michael, the master of the floating city, and twelve archmages appeared on the twelve-pointed star under the light of the teleportation portal.

Without any hesitation, they began chanting the mantra!
The long, complex incantation, a mixture of celestial, dragon, and demonic languages, was simply beyond the comprehension of humans.

Therefore, each archmage has a fist-thick spellbook in front of them, which automatically turns its pages as they chant incantations.

Driven by the spell, the Nesser Core began to stir!
Like a heartbeat after strenuous exercise, the red light flashed more and more frequently, and little by little, the entire Core of Nesser was almost stained with red light.

Strangely, the crimson energy channels remained unchanged, and the output of magical energy did not increase, as if it had been intercepted by some special mechanism.

As a result, the entire Nesser Core was forced into overclocking mode.

Around the massive pillar, countless magical runes danced and swirled, drawing upon a vast amount of elemental power to form a pure, enormous vortex that spread outwards like a storm.

Although brutal, its powerful defensive capabilities are undeniable.

Furthermore, whenever the archmages need it, countless magical runes can be combined and constructed to form various devastating war spells.

Attack is the best defense; this is a war theory that all archmages agree on.

Of course, even in the middle of the cyclone, it remained incredibly stable.

However, the subtle turbulence spread outwards like ripples, seemingly affecting a small area, yet possessing the power to obliterate everything.

The barriers between spaces are getting thinner and thinner, and the dimensional levels seem to be pulled closer together, so much so that crossing that faint yet incredibly tough dimensional barrier seems to allow one to come into contact with many elemental planes.

Through the dimensional membrane, one could almost see the earth, fire, wind, and water flowing, churning, colliding, and stirring...

From this arose lightning, frost, magma, minerals, steam, light, darkness...

If the rules support the framework of the prime material plane and constrain the flow of energy and elements, then these elements and energies are the flesh, organs, life, and soul flowing within the framework!

Without rules, there is no framework; but without the flow of energy, it is just an empty shell.

What the archmages are doing now is opening the elemental realms and throwing the overclocked Nesser Core into them.

Its specific principles are very complex, and its evolution process is even more complex, but the final result is that the Nether Core triggers elemental fission, releasing a terrifying energy storm.

Under this typhoon-like energy impact, the established rules of the prime material plane will be distorted, leading to various energy surges and apocalyptic disasters.

Of course, it is impossible to destroy the prime material plane in this way.

The earth is more stable than mortals know, but it is easy to wipe out the intelligent creatures that live on its surface.

This is Netheril's ultimate arcane spell, [Kal'thus' Doomsday Curse].

The development of civilization in Netheril was naturally not without its challenges. The environmental degradation that occurred during the development of the magic energy industry almost led to a backlash from the plane's superconsciousness, which is one example.

However, at that time, Netheril was not targeted by any external forces, and after discovering the hidden dangers, it actively corrected them, thus avoiding destruction in the apocalypse.

Further out, the most terrifying event during the end of civilization was triggered by the Archmage Karthus, the Speaker of the Arcane Council.

After studying the true God for a long time, he wanted to replace Him and achieve eternal immortality.

Therefore, he created an ultimate arcane art, the "Kalthas Consecration Technique," which allowed him to inherit the divinity and power of the sorceress Mystra by directly destroying the magic network.

As a result, he paid the price for his ignorance and weakness.

His body was instantly melted by terrifying divine power, and his soul was overwhelmed by mixed beliefs. Only a tiny fragment remained, stored within the staff, but that was merely a remnant of his soul.

Of course, one person's reckless actions don't necessarily constitute a disaster!
Throughout history, countless arcanists have died because of magical experiments!
The problem is that the collapse of the magic network triggered a tsunami in the elemental planes, which then affected the entire Netheril plane.

Countless floating cities crashed down, the distorted rules caused the power of arcane magic to fluctuate wildly, the restless elements became uncontrollable, and even the safest meditation spell could kill people...

That was the darkest hour for the Netheril civilization; the entire civilization nearly perished as a result.

Even if they survived the most difficult time and recovered quickly, the damage had already been done.

However, the archmages are a group of people who pursue truth, so even now, they still study the gods and still want to understand the truth of the universe.

At most, we were just a little more careful!
The [Kal'thus Doomsday Spell] was developed based on this history.
Although not all planes are covered by the magic network, they cannot be easily overthrown.
However, the great arcane mages discovered that if the essence of the remaining plane—the Core of Nesser—was thrown into the elemental realms, it could also cause elemental fission, releasing terrifying energy, forming an elemental tsunami, and creating a natural disaster powerful enough to destroy the plane.

Thus, this became another trump card for Netheril, a terrifying ultimate arcane spell of apocalyptic scale.

This is another killer move that the Silver Top Arcane Council came up with after the failure of the 'Planetary Consciousness Backlash Technique'.

From beginning to end, they followed the path of destruction and reconstruction, and the colonial war actually led to the extinction of their plane.

However, accessing the elemental planes is easy, descending upon them is not difficult, and even summoning unique elemental life forms is a specialty of many mages.

However, to throw the overclocked Nether Core into the Elemental Plane, directional fission must be completed, which is so difficult that it is ridiculous.

Leaving aside the chanting and the enormous price to pay, even just the preparation stage—spreading magical energy industries and increasing the number of magical energy pools—requires a long period of time and corresponding guidance.

Only when there are enough magic energy pools to create 'ant nests' that penetrate deep into the elemental plane can the difficulty be reduced indirectly.

This is also why Netheril actively promotes the magic energy industry; one reason is the backlash of generalized consciousness caused by environmental degradation, and the other is the weakening of the barrier thickness of the elemental plane.

This was a scheme unknown even to Hohenzollern III, and a devastating blow delivered by Nesseril using his advanced civilization.

Their schemes were interconnected, one after another; if one plan failed, another would follow.

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of the Prayer Legion.

At the core of the floating continent, a conspicuous pillar stands between heaven and earth, surrounded by the restless energy of elements and magical runes, clearly visible even from hundreds or thousands of miles away.

On Herka's side, no one could figure out what the Arcane Council was up to, but their innate sense of crisis was already stirring in the hearts of most of the extraordinary powerhouses.

A catastrophe, as if the sky were falling and the earth were collapsing, is about to befall us!
Thus, there were no more arguments in the war command center, and all the commanders issued the most resolute orders.

Attack! Attack! Attack by any means necessary!!

As a result, the intensity of the war on the front lines was directly escalated to the highest level.

With the divine kingdom closed and the supplicants unable to be resurrected, fear naturally takes over, and their previous bravery disappears.

Furthermore, the Prayer Legion was a union of eighteen native gods, though it came under unified command after the appearance of the Sun God.

However, they will all hold back their strength to some extent.

This is also why, in the current stage of the battle, the human magic legion that arrived later is more daring and aggressive.

These soldiers, fresh from the battlefield and accustomed to the smoke and fire of gunfire, displayed a bravery far exceeding that of the Prayer Warriors on the new battlefield.

But now, things are different!

All the supplicants dared not hold back any longer. From angels and heroic spirits to ordinary supplicant believers, they launched their most resolute attacks out of fear.

At this moment, they advanced from all directions, their fighting spirit and magic shone brightly, cannon fire and bullets flew together, smoke filled the sky, and the roar seemed to shatter eardrums.

At this moment, leading the charge was still the thousand-strong guard of the Flower Clan.

With them as the arrowhead, to the left and right are the Bonaparte Empire Expeditionary Force, the Sardinian Kingdom Guardian Force, the Glorious Empire Elite Force, and the Slavic Berserker Force, respectively.

A uniform force of the strongest magical energy legion, equipped with the best magical energy weapons.

From fighter jets to tanks, from field artillery to heavy machine guns, from mortars to hand grenades...

While not as good as the Flower Collar, they each have their own unique features. If we were to make a comparison, they would be at the same weapon level as the second-generation Flower Collar.

They fought the fiercest and most brutal battles along a front stretching over ten kilometers!
Here, you can see the King of Land Warfare, under the triple defensive force field, crashing into three steel golems.

The roar of engines and the spray of soil, accompanied by the constant rattling of bullets, filled the air.

The three golems faced off head-on, their feet sinking into the mud, and were pushed backward, carving deep furrows.

Even a powerful tank can be confined to one place.

Then, more than a dozen unmanned aerial vehicles quickly assembled in mid-air, their lit magic patterns outlining intricate magic circles, ultimately forming a magical spell that fell down.

Then, bubbling marsh gas rose from the ground, turning into a mud pit, causing the massive tank to sink into it.

Despite being protected by the defensive force field and the roar of the engine, it could no longer draw power.

Even at the last moment, the two heavy machine guns did not stop, the bullet belts sweeping back and forth like long whips, shooting down many drones.

The tank's main gun fired three shots in quick succession, destroying two Iron Golems.

At the last moment before the tank was swallowed by the swamp, the top door was finally opened, and the crew quickly crawled out and ran backward.

They were agile and extremely fast, but the drones chasing them plummeted downwards like madmen, exploding in suicidal fashion.

Of the five people in a crew, only two were able to cross the front line and return to the rear.

A medical team rushed up amidst the gunfire, first casting three or four healing spells, then pouring two bottles of potions into the patient's mouth, and finally conducting a detailed examination to assess the injuries.

After it was determined that they did not need to rest, they were placed in the rear, teamed up with others, boarded another tank, stepped on the gas, and sped off again.

The battle was incredibly intense at that moment.

In the sky, a group of second-generation fighter jets, protected by a weak defensive force field, under the leadership of the fourth-generation fighters led by the Flower Leader, underwent a death roll resembling a drill. Their trailing flames spun as they collided with countless unmanned aerial vehicles in a near-self-destructive manner.

The bullets crisscrossed in mid-air, leaving trails of swaying lines, like whips cracking in the wind.
If they encounter a magical barrage from the enemy, they can only pray that they can survive.

However, if they discover an arcane aviator or a construct knight, they will attack without hesitation.
Besides being heavy machine guns and close-range bullets, they are also large bombs themselves; as long as they can take out the enemy, they have fulfilled their mission.

Of course, there are also too many drone swarms hunting fighter jets, and every now and then, armored warriors will descend from the sky.

These powerful legends, wielding greatswords, unleashed battle aura slashes that ordinary defensive force fields could not withstand.

Often, a secondary explosion will occur upon contact!
However, the Prayer Legion is not without its powerful members, including legendary heroes and demigod angels, who will specifically hunt them down after the armored warriors make their move.

Of course, all of the above is just the tip of the iceberg of the battlefield.

Here, you can also see the trenches dug by the arcanists, who hid inside to direct the battle from close range.

Then, when the defensive line is pushed to this point, assault teams will enter and shoot them along the winding trenches.

You can also see irritable construct knights riding magical beast mounts that have been activated to their full potential by drugs, wielding handheld magic cannons comparable to medium-sized field guns, and bombarding tanks at close range.

You can also see snipers, under the cover of tanks, aiming their sniper rifles at the armored warriors in mid-air.

On the chaotic battlefield, even a powerful warrior like an armored samurai, a legendary figure, can be easily taken down with a single shot.

You can also see the Arcane Tower unleashing large amounts of lightning, which roll across the ground as if sweeping away debris.

Those with insufficient magic resistance will die directly from elemental damage.

There are also skeletons crawling out of the ground, ghosts that ignore physical damage, summoned demons, hordes of devils appearing, various monsters pierced by bullets, and soldiers turning to ashes in flames...

On such a battlefield, death is commonplace, and lives are lost at any moment.

Overall, the Flower Territory's thousand-strong army is still advancing, using the most aggressive tactics to gradually break through, while the imperial allied forces on both sides are constantly tearing open their wounds.

But the speed really can't be increased.

The steel golems, drones, arcane mages, and armored warriors surged like a tide, yet they managed to keep the battle line from collapsing.

The commander of this battle was none other than General Falk Wood of the Bonaparte Empire.

This general, who once attacked Flower Territory but managed to escape unscathed, has a unique understanding of the magical war.

In the struggle for supremacy between the Empire and the Alliance, he demonstrated extraordinary talent and exceptional vision, and even personally commanded several key battles.

After the war, this man was already the leader of a vast empire, and was widely recognized as a capable and valiant warrior. With the other marshals all getting old, he became the most suitable member of the team.

However, at this point, Fak Wood was almost going crazy.

"Third Brigade, tell the Third Brigade to push forward. As long as the men are there, the position is there; if the position is lost, the men are not to come back."

"The 12th Brigade is wiped out? Then let the artillery fire from the rear cover them. Xu Jin, give it a barrage, bombard it three times, no, five times..."

"Buy enough time for the first reserve regiment to take over."

"Let them select some men from the logistics, engineering, and communications departments to form a regular regiment and send them to the battlefield."

At this point, every additional person means more fighting strength.

"Where's the ammunition? Where are the weapons? Where are the fighter jets? Where are the tanks? When will the reinforcements the church promised arrive?"

"What? The major empires are all bickering? At a time like this, they still dare to argue with each other?"

"If their support doesn't keep up, losing the position is a minor issue; if we fail to complete our mission, then we'll all be finished."

Just as he was issuing orders at the top of his lungs, devastating magic descended, and vast swaths of lightning spread out in all directions as if washing the ground.

Wherever it passed, everything was charred black by the electricity, and finally turned to ashes.

Devastating war magic, [Thunderstorm]!
This was clearly a well-defined target. Once they discovered that this place was the front-line command post, they didn't hesitate at all and immediately unleashed an area-of-effect attack.

However, there are also powerful guardians here.

A legendary warrior specializing in defense appeared on the ground in an instant. With a low roar, his earth-yellow battle aura transformed into a huge shield, firmly blocking the lightning attack.

Of course, even a destructive spell, especially an area-of-effect attack, is something a legendary character can't withstand.

Almost visibly, the battle aura was rapidly depleted, and the shield was chipped in pieces under the lightning, clearly on the verge of collapse.

But at that moment, another beam of light, like a curtain of azure water, rose up, and the pale blue flowing water transformed into a canopy, supporting a space.

The lightning and the water curtain collided, exploding into bursts of lightning that swept outwards like silver snakes.

But that wasn't the end of it. The third legendary mage made his move, opening a spatial portal that resembled a black hole. Lightning entered the portal and disappeared.

I don't know where they were moved to!
The three legends took turns supporting each other, managing to withstand the damage from the [Thunderstorm].

Once everything was over, the area within a kilometer radius, that is, the central location, was preserved.
The rest of the area was completely barren and charred, with ashes raining down from the sky.

When General Fak Wood emerged and saw this scene, and then looked at the three legends who were exhausted and collapsed on the ground, a sense of lingering fear arose within him.

But in an instant, it was replaced by nameless rage.

He stood there with his hands on his hips, cursing angrily: "Damn Netheril, damn Silvertop, damn arcanist, you want to kill me? You're dreaming!"

"I'm going to beat you all to a pulp, as long as... as long as the reinforcements from the Flower Leader arrive."
I'll show you what it means to be attacked from all sides, completely unpredictable!

"By the way, Flower Collar, Flower Collar, didn't that person say they agreed to send troops?"

"Where are they? Where are they? Didn't I send my opinion? Even sending a portion of the troops would be better than nothing!"

"The church is a bunch of idiots, just sitting in their positions without doing anything, how come they can't even handle such a small thing?"

A bunch of old men who've never been to war and don't know its dangers—you can't expect them to get anything done!

He felt good after venting his fear by cursing and releasing his pent-up emotions.

Then he saw a messenger standing in front of him, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have a fart, hurry up!"

"Well, news just came in that he has already sent out troops."

"That one? Who? The one with the flowers?"

"Yes!"

Fak Wood was overjoyed and asked, "Where are the troops? How many are there? Are they still under my command?"
Has my previously submitted plan been approved?

"this?"

"Can you stop stammering? Do you want to get beaten up?"

"General, I don't know what you're talking about, but can you look up at the sky to find out exactly where it is?"

"The sky? The sky?"

Fak Wood looked up almost instinctively, and then he saw a huge island shrouded in a multicolored defensive field approaching.

Wherever it passed, it cast a huge shadow on the earth.

"What is this? What is this?"

"This is the Lion King Floating City, the mount of the Lion King, the floating city of the Flower Territory!"

Fak Wood was stunned for a long time before saying, "Just now, did I raise my voice? I didn't swear, did I? Especially not that one?"

The voice wasn't loud, but when he looked up, he saw that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, which made his hair stand on end.

He definitely didn't say anything offensive, yes, definitely!
at this time,

High above the sky, Luo Yi was at the control core of the floating city.

Deep Blue took full control, communicating directly with the Tower Spirit, and was also activating the Demon Eye Network with all its might, with all the Demon Eyes looking toward the Silver Top floating continent.

Even if he had the information in his memory, even if he had seen the image left by the magic mirror, none of them were as shocking as this moment.

It's huge, absolutely huge!

Compared to Luo Yi's floating city, which was just a city, what was in front of them was clearly a floating continent.

At that very moment, Luo Yi gave the order: "Deep Blue, identify the attack target, calculate the specific coordinates, allocate firepower, and open all missile silos!"

"Let's greet the owners of the Silver Top, those great arcanists, first."

And tell them, I, Loy, leading the warriors of the Flower Clan, have arrived!!!

"The ground is being bombarded by artillery fire, and ten thousand cannons are roaring!"

"Leader!"

At this moment, Deep Blue's response carried a hint of grimness and ruthlessness, and after his command was relayed,

The entire floating city comprises 1,200 sites, including the original grasslands, hills, lakebeds, streets, and green belts...

As the gears turned, the dark missile silos came into view. After being assigned specific targets, each missile began to calculate its trajectory, ignite, and take off.

At one point, behind Roy, thousands upon thousands of missiles spewed flames, tracing graceful arcs as they accelerated faster and faster.

Until it fell to the earth, as beautiful as a falling star!

At this moment, even the archmages of the Arcane Council couldn't help but look up in a daze, feeling the weight of Loy's 'greeting'.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom...

The next second, the sound of an explosion drowned out all the noise, and the shockwave spread everywhere like blooming flowers!

(End of this chapter)