Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 189 The Blue Rose Family's Decision to Participate in the War

"Your Majesty, the Blue Rose family has given a clear answer and will send a Saint-level expert to accompany the Violet Academy's expeditionary force to the front lines." The hairless and eyebrowless maidservant bowed to report to the middle-aged man on the throne.

"Excellent!" A rare smile appeared on Alfred's face. Every Saint-level expert is an indispensable force. Moreover, two have joined at once.

In total, nearly thirty Saint-level experts have been mobilized from all sides of the kingdom.

The Royal Guard, on whom high hopes were placed, also achieved commendable results.

It directly defeated multiple fully-fledged demon legions with almost zero damage to itself.

The Violet Kingdom, Southern Border. The flames of war have spread from the borders of the Belland territory to the surrounding regions.

On the battlefield's front lines, a veritable millstone of flesh and blood, a steel torrent of armored knights charged headlong into a phalanx of fully-formed demons. Vast battle auras faintly merged into one. Black dragons circled and soared in the sky, undertaking the tasks of attacking and providing cover.

"It's incredible that a mere medium-sized human nation can mobilize such a large military force."

"The Abyss Legion's attack on Orlan Star may not be a wise decision. Humanity is no longer as weak as it was several eras ago."

"What is Lord Mozank waiting for? If he doesn't act now, is he waiting for the human army to assemble?"

"It's quite possible that the lords are absolutely confident that they can single-handedly crush all of humanity's elite forces and secure victory in one fell swoop..."

Under a dark red sky, a group of griffin riders chased after two abyssal dragons.

Its entire body is blackish-gray, and its long neck resembles that of a snake without eyes. Its size is similar to that of a wyvern, and its individual strength is even greater than that of a griffin.

However, the griffin has a knight behind it.

The knights wielding thunder hammers continuously transformed their battle aura into lightning, and with the assistance of their griffin mounts, they were able to inflict considerable damage on targets within 300 meters.

"Captain, we have strayed from the Knights' route. Please return to defend immediately."

"Understood. Everyone turn around immediately and return to the flight path."

The Griffin Knights' responsibility is not direct combat, but rather providing aerial vision and performing reconnaissance. The commander, of course, would not impulsively engage the enemy in a desperate fight.

Moreover, the attack seemed too deliberate. He was convinced there was a conspiracy involved.

The earth beneath their feet churned and the ground churned, and one after another, enormous, fully-formed cave demons burst forth from the earth.

The tangled spiderweb shot into the sky like a cannonball. Just as it reached its target, it suddenly exploded.

"Raise the altitude quickly!" Captain Gard roared, pressing down on the communication magic device.

Caught off guard, the griffin riders plummeted to the ground.

Amidst the burning sky, a dark green meteor crashed down, landing precisely in the torrent of knights.

The rocky demon, rising abruptly from the ground, was engulfed in green fel flames. Hellfire, the most powerful and iconic warrior of the Abyss Legion.

A powerful demon race, known as a moving wall that knows neither fear nor pain, with a body as hard as steel. The fel flames covering their bodies constantly scorch those around them. According to the "Demon Race Encyclopedia," the Hellfire's combat power is among the best even among the super-tiers, and even Saint-level powerhouses in a large Hellfire Legion dare not easily confront its might.

Hathaway wielded the Golden Osmanthus Sword, its tangible blade vanishing into nothingness, countless golden petals forming a whip that danced in the sky. The demonic rocks falling from above all veered off course.

The divine artifact itself possesses extremely strong power, even surpassing most Saint-level experts.

Unable to be caught in the torrent of knights, the hellfire could not cause much damage. Their bodies, comparable to steel, could not withstand the impact of the battle aura and shattered into pieces, becoming lifeless stones.

The disparity in numbers between the two sides is too great. Even if the numbers were equal, the Hellfire Legion might not be able to withstand the Royal Guard.

Because humans fight as a team. Perhaps their individual combat strength is far inferior to that of Hellfire, but with the combination of runes, equipment, formations, and the leadership of strong individuals, the balance of power between the two sides can be fundamentally reversed.

The advantage of Hellfire lies in the instant it descends from the sky. As long as the chaos it creates disrupts the rhythm of the human attack, victory is assured.

Organized construct knight orders were invincible on the battlefield.

After suffering heavy casualties, the demon legion watched their opponents' retreating figures with resentment.

Despite the seemingly glorious victory, it was nothing more than a minor injury to the Eye Demon Lord. It was merely bait released to test the strength of humanity.

"A bunch of cannon fodder, as long as the demon general isn't harmed, it doesn't matter..."

The Eye Lord Mosank's clone is an evil eye floating in the air, its form resembling a giant eyeball encased in dark red flesh.

"My lord, the weak humans regard us as livestock to be slaughtered. Please allow us to organize a nighttime raid." The demon general, with dark blue skin and a pair of curved ram's horns on his forehead, knelt on one knee before the giant eyeball. He bowed his head deeply, displaying a humble posture.

"There's no need for that; it's better if they look down on us." The Eye Demon released a gloomy spiritual message.

Only by crippling the Violet Kingdom's elite forces can we further invade this land. We must not give them a chance to realize the gravity of the situation. If we're going to eat, we must eat the most delicious bite.

In an era where gods and mortals do not exist, who can stop the Lord of the Abyss?

Sunday, noon.

Deyulan brought the refined gold as agreed. The whole family gathered together, including his pink-haired mother-in-law, Vera. Eight pairs of eyes were fixed on Tai'an, who came out to greet them, their gazes carrying an inscrutable meaning.

"A full 236 kilograms, equivalent to the weight of four women, don't you feel very tired?" De Yulan spoke first, posing a question.

"No! Being tired is better than losing my life." The boy put his hands on his waist and shook his neck.

"Little one, you're quite adorable." Vera couldn't help but step forward to get closer, taking a good look at her daughter's future husband. She suddenly thought that such a cute appearance was indeed quite good, at least his appearance was impeccable.

If their grandchildren inherit their good looks, they will definitely be very lovable.

Tai'an's strange allure took effect, and he remained reserved in his refusal to respond.

hope took out the prepared refined gold from her spatial ring.

It's said to weigh over 200 kilograms, but it doesn't look like much.

"Adamantite is similar to gold in nature, but it's a mutated form of gold. It's more malleable, making it easier to use shapeshifting magic. Figure out a way to cover your body with it yourself."

Tai'an didn't stand on ceremony, manipulating his mage hand to grab the refined gold. Its appearance and color were similar to dull gold.

The solid form gradually softens as mental energy stimulates the external environment, covering the body like a slime suit.

Tai'an raised his hand to examine himself, a satisfied look on his face: "Not bad, just a little too little."

"Just use it for now!" De Yulan looked at him and said that he seemed like an ordinary person wearing a T-shirt, without feeling any burden at all.

"If you release your Qi and blood, the refined gold will change color."

(End of this chapter)