Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 706 The True Guardian

Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

Stormwalker Matthews Willie felt the magic power surging within his body draining away uncontrollably. After being knocked away by his companion, he could no longer maintain the levitation ability of his flight spell and plummeted to the ground after a dizzying spin.

In a moment of panic, he turned around sharply, and from the red lightning that had just struck him, the withered and twisted long arm of the alien evolved being suddenly emerged from the spatial rift and plunged straight into the chest of his companion who had blocked the attack for him.

Do not--

Matthews tried to shout, but found that he couldn't make a sound during the fall; all he could hear was the whistling wind.

A high-ranking officer rushed over at lightning speed, and just as Stormwalker was about to crash to the ground, he swept up Stormwalker in an arc from the sky and saved him.

“…lead it to the ground!” Matthews coughed up blood and stammered as he reminded him.

The battle mages who were still confronting them in the sky also realized the key point. After casting several instant spells, they covered each other and flew down to the ground.

The earth mage, who was at the back of the group, was caught off guard. After the rock shield that had formed on his body was instantly dissipated, he was directly pierced by several black crystal spikes.

Fortunately, like the Son of Flame, his body had undergone the alchemist's demonic transformation. Although he didn't receive timely rescue from his companions and crashed heavily to the ground, creating a deep crater, he still bravely got up again, gripped his broken left arm, gritted his teeth, and snorted angrily.

A bloodline warrior who had been lying in ambush nearby rushed forward and dragged him into the ice fortress that was half-buried in the ground without saying a word.

"Don't move! Your arm bone is broken and has pierced your skin!"

The bloodline warrior shoved the scabbard horizontally into the other man's mouth, forcing him to bite down, while he cleanly and swiftly slashed several crystal spikes lodged in the man's chest, abdomen, and waist... There was no time to send him to the medical center right now, so not immediately removing the crystal spikes would actually help to stop the bleeding and prevent further damage.

What truly inflicts soul-crushing pain on earth mages is... the trauma caused by the depletion of magical power within their bodies after the spells are dispelled.

As expected, the evolved being chased from the sky to the ground, and after using dimensional teleportation again, his body suddenly appeared above the heads of the group who had just landed. He raised his hand and unleashed a barrage of crystal spikes that covered the sky.

The two elemental spellcasters quickly raised their own shields, narrowly blocking the attack.

No one dares to easily use offensive spells to retaliate against it now. Once the magic power is devoured and the spell structure is dissolved, even their own magic runes will suffer irreversible shock damage.

In the past, when fighting against the demons in the Evil Moon Mountains, these powerful high-level beings had never encountered such a setback... Even when they happened to encounter a small number of advanced beings among the enemy, they mostly used high-level spells and high-level magic weapons to fight each other, and the two sides were evenly matched in the fierce battle.

The evolved beings among the Lizardmen not only possess extremely high magic resistance, but also have the ability to counter magic at any time in close combat, making them a killer weapon tailor-made for human spellcasters.

In a fleeting exchange, a barrage of crystal spikes wounded two more high-ranking warriors. As they escorted the heavily injured Stormwalker away from the heart of the battlefield, their companion, skilled in nature magic, was pierced by two crystal spikes from his shoulder blade and calf. Gushing blood soaked through his dark military uniform, the wounds were so deep that the flesh was torn open and the bone was visible, and he could no longer maintain a highly focused spellcasting state.

Matthews felt his magical energy channels on the verge of collapse. With difficulty, he pulled a potential-enhancing pill from his waist and swallowed it, barely managing to pull his fading consciousness back from its limit. At the same time, his remaining four companions once again engaged in ground combat with the evolved beings, and the bloodline warriors who had arrived earlier to reinforce them also joined the battle, wielding swords and spears.

Fortunately, the explosive guns they were carrying posed a threat to the enemy. Each bullet fired created a ripple on the enemy's crystal shell, although it couldn't penetrate the armor instantly... but seeing the deep red crystal gradually dim, it was clear that this was a depletion of its protective power.

At that very moment, a large force of demon lizardmen, using a large number of conch beasts as mobile shields, crossed the several-mile-long death zone and, despite the continuous bombardment of artillery, approached the first line of defense of mankind.

Thanks to the fact that the evolved being alone held back all the high-ranking humans and the vast majority of the airships, the enemy did not suffer a single aerial attack during the entire charge. This allowed the small number of winged beings to take advantage of the situation, flying to the front lines and launching attacks on the Northern Army on the ground without restraint.

The situation on the battlefield seemed to be getting a little strange.

Matthews snapped out of his daze, grabbed the bloodline warrior who had just rushed to his side, and urgently suggested, "Don't commit all our forces to the siege of the evolved beings! Bloodline warriors need to get to the front lines and help the soldiers hold off their main force as they charge the defensive lines!"

In any case, the base's defenses must not have any loopholes.

Before the warrior could answer, a blazing beam of light suddenly shot from the distant horizon, grazing precisely past the alien evolved human's shoulder and back before disappearing into the hard ice.

In a daze, I looked back... and there was the high-ranking Eye of Illusion, who had come to reinforce from the Great Bear Lake base!
He hovered high in the sky, vaguely appearing to be holding a "gun" far exceeding normal size. His companion, the astrologer, floated behind him, holding a crystal ball in one hand and resting the other on his shoulder... clearly in a state of linked casting.

The evolved being grazed by their bullets had a noticeable wound on its originally indestructible crystalline shell. Although the wound did not penetrate the flesh, the fine cracks around it indicated that it had caused considerable damage.

“That’s…what kind of weapon is that?” Stormwalker asked in a hoarse voice.

The warrior supporting him curled his lip and muttered enviously, "That's a single-shot beam sniper rifle that Mr. Illusion Eye... begged His Majesty and Minister Chris to specially customize for him!"

The evolved being ambushed from afar trembled again, releasing hundreds and thousands of crimson plasma beams centered on himself, directly blasting the two nearby high-level beings away.

A sharp owl-like cry, resembling both a lion and a vulture, came from above... The shapeshifter Duncan transformed into a giant griffin with wingspans that blotted out the sky, and amidst scattered red lightning, directly rammed the evolved human into the air.

The sharp mantis thorns that extended from his sides pierced directly into the opponent's crystalline shell, leaving only two shallow white marks and not causing much damage.

But the sudden impact caused him and the evolved human to roll together, entangled and crashing heavily into a nearby barracks.

The bloodline warriors followed suit, swarming forward, only to be forced to retreat by a volley of crystal spikes that shot out from the ruins of the barracks.

Many people had sharp thorns embedded in their bodies, and their blood, soaking their uniforms, was scattered on the snow-white ice surface, blooming into fierce red flowers.

(End of this chapter)