Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 167 Marching into the Belaird Family Territory

Itamu no longer dared to regard the other party as a junior.

Although Tai'an's soul fluctuations showed no signs of decay, his perfect mastery of the first stage of life weaving at such a young age was too much, subtly exceeding the realm of genius.

Unless one practices under deliberate guidance from birth.

Itam's furrowed brows relaxed. In any case, it was always a good thing to have another priest who could weave life.

This type of talent is beyond scarce; even if there were ten or a hundred times more, it still wouldn't meet market demand. He immediately stated, "I will appear at least once a month; you are welcome to come to me for answers to your questions."

The situation in the capital gradually calmed down.

In the southern border, a quiet upheaval is unfolding in the Belrid family's territory.

The five major families launched a war without declaring war.

More than 100,000 troops launched an attack from all directions at the same time, sweeping across many villages and towns on the border with unstoppable momentum.

They kept pushing forward, and continued to push forward. They occupied territory without encountering any resistance, their success reaching an unbelievable level.

"Could it be that the Belland family has abandoned their territory?" Count Northend's eyes flashed with doubt as he received the battle report from the front lines.

Territory is the foundation upon which a family has passed down through generations; how could they possibly give it up so easily?

The only explanation is that the Belland family does not want to deplete its own manpower and is preparing to launch an attack with high-level forces.

Thinking of the Saint-level expert of the Lanya family, the worst-case scenario is that the Belland family also has one, and that he is a Saint-level spellcaster!

Count Northend's eyelids suddenly twitched, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

The army continued its advance, and by dusk, it had penetrated deep into the heart of the Belland family's territory. The villages and towns along the way were deserted, with no one left.

The general in charge frowned, looking preoccupied.

"Lord Aurel, is there something amiss?" the adjutant inquired.

"Don't you think the town is a little too quiet? There's not a sound at all."

"They may have heard that we were going to advance and evacuated the residents in advance."

In the adjutant's view, fleeing from the war or setting up a scorched earth policy were both understandable and nothing to be surprised about.

"It's not just people."

The general, his eyes deep and thoughtful, gazed at the setting sun and announced that the entire army should halt its advance, rest in the houses of the town, and that men should take turns on night watch.

There is a Saint-level expert accompanying the vanguard, so there shouldn't be any problems.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, a gentle evening breeze howled. The temperature was pleasant in the coastal region. Everyone relaxed their guard, enjoying the moment of tranquility. The accompanying mage corps distributed foxtail grass, used for casting light spells, to the soldiers on patrol.

Large magical lamps were lit up all around the town, making the scene as bright as day.

"The enemy may launch a surprise attack at night, so be vigilant," Aurel said repeatedly as he led his men on patrol.

A flock of startled birds flew rapidly across the sky. Their cawing and squawking conveyed fear and panic. Some soldiers, unfortunate enough to be hit on the head and body, cursed repeatedly.

This unusual scene quickly attracted attention. The elite spellcasters of the mage corps took to the air on flying broomsticks.

The earth trembled slightly, and the bugle call of the enemy attack resounded throughout the town.

Inscriptions were drawn in the void, and from the bright purple door, all kinds of huge demon species poured out continuously.

An army of hellish demons with sharp horns on their heads and dark red skin. A demonic image from human legend.

Their imposing physiques typically range from three to four meters in height, and they weigh more than a ton. They wield various heavy cold weapons, have long, flowing white hair, and their eyes are a pure, dark red.

From another door emerged a chaotic formation of bright yellow-skinned ogres, once known for their fondness for humans. They were much taller, reaching nearly five meters in adulthood, and wielded tree branches as weapons. Occasionally, two-headed individuals could be seen.

The green-skinned demon has a round body with thick lips and sharp serrated teeth. It has a huge belly, short lower limbs, and skin covered in fine barbs. It is a demon species known for its poison and acid mist—the Poison Swamp Demon.

A blue-blooded demon with dark blue skin and curved horns on its head.

Historically, large-scale, organized appearances of various demon races occurred during the Dark Ages. Human realms served as their hunting grounds. Powerful demon legions were once humanity's nightmare. However, times have changed…

Technological advancements over several eras have unleashed the potential for increased food and steel production. Humanity is no longer lacking in weapons, possessing hundreds of times more in number than during the Dark Ages. This accumulation of technology has led to the emergence of even more powerful individuals.

The demon legion's invasion was met with strong resistance from the very beginning.

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy!" Aurel's face darkened, and without hesitation, he ordered the mage corps to use the energy cannon.

As its name suggests, the spell that solidifies the energy cannon is an energy-gathering spell. It can be seen as a missile, capable of flattening a small hill with a single strike.

A dazzling orb of light fell from the sky, precisely locking onto the most threatening array of infernal demons through mental power. The demons, which even hundreds of elite warriors struggled to handle, were instantly annihilated. At the epicenter of the explosion, not a single corpse remained; they were vaporized into ashes.

The extreme heat caused even the bright purple demonic door to collapse.

The initial attack was a great success, and the morale of the humans soared. Spurred on, the demon race launched a desperate charge.

The shaped charge cannon could not fire continuously due to excessive heat. Fortunately, there was a second one.

The mage group set their sights on a new target.

However, before they could make another move, a humanoid demon with blood-red wings descended from the sky. Transforming into a blood-red afterimage, it wreaked havoc within the mage ranks.

The super-level experts responsible for guarding them stepped forward to block them, but even with their combined efforts, they could only barely hold out for a dozen or so rounds before being overwhelmed and retreating.

A look of surprise flashed across the humanoid demon's face.

These humans, clad in full-body inscription suits, are significantly stronger than before, and they even managed to injure him!

If the quantity were greater, it could very likely have a delaying effect.

"You've made great progress! It seems we can't underestimate you..."

The moment the Bloodwing Demon's thoughts flashed, a cold light appeared behind him, and a sharp ranger's short blade drew a beautiful arc in the air, aiming straight for his head.

The long-planned ambush was timed perfectly. However, the ranger wasn't confident of success. After all, his opponent was likely a being comparable to a Saint.

As expected, the Bloodwing Demon shifted its position and adjusted its angle. The blade struck its shoulder.

He swung his sword, but missed. The Bloodwing Demon turned again. The Ranger in the Gray Cloak appeared about ten meters in front of him, crouching as he landed.

"That's interesting. You can play with me a little longer."

Two figures clashed at incredible speed; one was a human near-Saint level expert, the other a Demon General. For a brief moment, the two were evenly matched. However, the latter was actually on par with a human Saint level expert!

(End of this chapter)