Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 707 Both jade and stone are destroyed
bang——

The Illusion Eye, which had transformed into a giant wolf, was grazed by a thick bolt of red lightning. It flew backward, crashing through the last wall of the crumbling barracks, and slammed heavily onto the hard ice, carving a deep trench.

The astrologer raised the constantly spinning crystal ball in his hand and, taking advantage of the attack gap created by his teacher and companions' serious injuries, unleashed a high-ring star-splitting spell at the enemy who had just emerged from the collapsed building.

The battle on the scene immediately entered a fierce stage. Any special forces member with slightly weaker bloodline power was attacked by scattered red light and swarms of crystal spikes within a single encounter, instantly injured and losing the ability to fight.

People kept rushing out from the bunkers surrounding them, quickly dragging away the wounded lying in the snow... Within a radius of several dozen meters centered on the alien evolved human, only four high-ranking individuals, led by Master Duncan, remained.

When superhumans fight to the death at this level, it's no longer a situation where ordinary mortal soldiers can intervene and interfere with the course of the battle.

Wayne and Duff led a team of snipers, climbing onto the rooftops of buildings scattered around the battlefield. With their superior vantage point, they locked their guns onto their targets, but unfortunately, they couldn't find the right moment to fire as they could in the air.

After nearly half an hour of fierce fighting, the alien monster continued to unleash deadly attacks, showing no signs of running out of energy, and showing no intention of retreating.

From beginning to end... it probably harbored the intention of holding back the high-level human forces for the main force of its own kind, and then finding the artillery positions that posed the greatest threat to it and destroying them in a targeted manner.

The jet worms approaching the front lines were able to withstand the suppressive fire of the front-line soldiers and unleash clusters of thick, long crystal spikes towards the rear of the base. A large number of soldiers and logistics units reinforcing the front lines were delayed and blocked by this sudden offensive, and were unable to assist the front-line operations in an orderly manner.

Commander Vaughn, who had received the beam sniper rifle from the Eye of Illusion, also arrived here with a team of high-ranking military officers with extraordinary abilities. They huddled behind a supply crate, their eyes serious as they aimed their guns at the enemy.

The twisted figure, which sometimes disappeared into the void and sometimes appeared out of nowhere, looked like a crimson demon in their eyes.

Duncan maneuvered his enormous griffin illusion into the evolved being, his body expanding and shrinking amidst the swirling snow mist... Those familiar with him, including the Illusionist and the Astrologer, understood that it was his teacher's attempt to reassemble the spell ring and maintain the spellcasting state after the enemy had dispelled it.

Even a high-level being can eventually have their vast magical power completely devoured. When he once again closed in on his enemy and engaged in a fierce battle, it took him nearly ten seconds for his body, which had been blasted away by the red light, to re-form and solidify.

At that very moment, Vaughn, who had been intently watching the battle, suddenly stood up, raised his gun, and, seizing the critical moment when the evolved human's back was exposed, fired a beam of light—

The pure magical energy struck its exposed back precisely, like a red-hot knife piercing a piece of soft butter, silently penetrating the crystal shell.

A red crystal, about half the size of a shoulder blade, broke off from its back, embedded itself in the snow, and instantly vaporized and disappeared without a trace.

The energy impact from the beam weapon was silent yet fierce, piercing through the evolved human's body and creating a hole that connected front and back. Although the red crystals at the edge of the wound immediately wriggled and closed up, resealing the soft interior that had been exposed to the air, a stream of red and black fluid still sprayed onto the ground.

It's injured!

The participants were overjoyed, and Vaughn's eyes lit up as he raised his weapon again, wanting to take the opportunity to finish him off!
The evolved being staggered two steps, but its body disappeared from the spot again.

The next second, half a meter in front of Vaughn, a withered, crimson arm suddenly emerged from the spatial rift and knocked the spear out of his hand with a single claw.

The enemy's speed was so fast that even a high-level bloodline warrior couldn't react in time!
Immediately afterwards, a black crystal longsword instantly materialized in his hand and was swung out with a fatal blow toward Vaughn's neck!
The surrounding bloodline warriors were horrified, but the longswords and explosive guns they gripped tightly were too late to make any blocking movements.

In the blink of an eye, Duncan and Stormwalker rushed over at the same speed. Just as Vaughn subconsciously leaned back, they each threw out an extremely cold ice spike and a shapeshifting sonic wave, crashing into the enemy's arms together with their spell attacks.

The three of them flew out tangled together, then separated in mid-air and fell to the ground one by one.

The black crystal blade, swung with lightning speed, ultimately slashed a horrific wound across Duncan's semi-metallic chest. Through the rolled-up flesh and broken ribs, the exposed heart and lungs were even faintly visible… If he were to immediately disengage from his illusionary state, he would likely die instantly from his injuries. "Teacher! No—"

The astrologer, having released his severely wounded Illusion Eye, roared and lunged at Duncan, whose life was hanging by a thread.

The evolved being crashed diagonally into the entrance of a defensive fortification partially hidden beneath the ground, breaking the load-bearing ice pillars repaired with solid ice in half.

"Damn monster!" Two bloodline warriors guarding the fortifications immediately raised their guns and frantically pulled the triggers, unleashing a hail of bullets onto the creature, reopening its recently healed piercing wound.

The evolved being seemed slightly dazed from the trauma, and only reacted after being shot in multiple places. He raised his hand and unleashed a whip-shaped red light that repelled the two.

……

"Old man! Don't go..." The Son of Flame lay half-reclined on the stretcher in the bunker, putting all his remaining strength into his right arm, and grabbed Old Carson, who was trying to rush out to help in the battle. "That's not a battle you can participate in. If you don't want to die, take the engineers and retreat behind me!"

Old Carson, with his white hair and beard, shook his head and silently gave his subordinate soldiers a look. Several young men immediately understood, lifted the fire mage's stretcher, and hid deep inside the bunker.

What bad luck! How did this terrifying enemy, whom even a team of high-level spellcasters couldn't defeat, end up being lured right to the entrance of this very defensive fortification they were in...?

They...their bunker, the one that brought in the most wounded and non-combat logistical personnel, was clearly the largest...

No...

We must find a way to stop it, even if only for a moment... at least to buy time for the retreating soldiers and wounded to transfer to other fortifications via the underground tunnels!

Old Carson had rarely fought in his life, and the offensive spells he had studied were pitifully few. Seeing the two bloodline warriors guarding the door being severely injured and knocked away by the enemy, he didn't have time to think any further.

He staggered out of the bunker, straining to open his bloodshot eyes, which were red with fear. In his confusion, he noticed a pile of portable artillery ammunition that had been left unattended due to the sudden battle not far from the bunker.

The enemy seemed completely unaware, with their back to him...

The elderly fire mage no longer hesitated, mustered his courage and let his meager magical power surge violently, causing a faint layer of firelight to rise from his body.

Then, like a superhuman warrior whose berserk bloodline had been activated, he charged straight at the enemy in front of him with the speed of a cannonball.

The moment their bodies made contact, Old Carson felt that the alien monster, though seemingly entirely crimson, was icy cold... while his own body felt as if every inch of his skin was burning.

This was a clear sign of mana depletion and the collapse of the spell ring... a situation Carson had never experienced in his life.

He tightly embraced the evolved being's body with his fiery arms, showing no fear that the crystal blade in its hand would pierce his waist and abdomen, his body charred black by the repeated bursts of red light.

The moment it crashed into the pile of ammunition boxes, the faint flames clinging to Carson's body suddenly burst into flames, followed by the instantaneous ignition of the surrounding ammunition. The resulting explosion and energy shock created a small mushroom cloud that shot straight into the sky.

The dazzling light even pierced through the heavy fog of dusk for a moment, briefly illuminating the sky above the entire base.

(End of this chapter)