Free Web NovelChapter 868: Chapter 92: Stalemate
Losa entered the mine on a small railcar, and along the way he could see various array patterns carved into the walls. He could clearly sense that the surrounding Spiritual Power was in an extremely inert state.
"Mr. Losa, I don’t mean to distrust you, but this place is truly dangerous. If you intend to do anything, you must be extra careful."
The Wolf Race Centurion leading the way said, somewhat nervously.
Seeing Losa remain silent, his tone became even more tense: "Sir, you wouldn’t be thinking of detonating these White Crystals, would you?"
Losa still did not respond, his consciousness spread like tentacles throughout the underground—he intended to replicate the "Miracle" from the Alps when facing the Reckoning Squad.
While he still had the ability for True Dragon Transformation, such an attempt was too risky and had been shelved, but now, with that ability temporarily lost, he pondered repeatedly and found that only this attempt could give him the power to influence the course of battle.
"Sir..."
Perhaps worried that Losa had fallen asleep, the Centurion instinctively patted his shoulder, only to see Losa suddenly turn and look at him. His eyes flickered with golden light, and he appeared as an Ancient God descending from the heavens, radiating an aura of indomitable divine power.
The Centurion felt a chill run down his spine, his strong Beast Intuition wildly warning him.
"From here on, I need to focus some more—just as you said, it’s very dangerous here."
Losa showed a trace of confident smile, as he was about to face a challenging project. However, he had just scanned the area with his Spiritual Power, finding that mastering this mountain buried with countless White Crystals and accompanying Magic Stone Ore was easier than he imagined.
Though White Crystals are highly unstable and prone to explosion, the accompanying Magic Stone Ore seems to suppress this, which explains why the United Kingdom was so confident in bombing the mountain city above.
"You should go back and tell the Clan Leader that it won’t be long before I join the battle again—in the body of a Demon Dragon."
He patted the Centurion’s shoulder and walked off the railcar, gently touching the wall supported by wooden materials, slowly heading deeper into the mine.
The Centurion left behind exhaled a long breath only after Losa had completely disappeared from his view, his whole body feeling drained.
"Mr. Losa’s power is truly terrifying. No wonder even the likes of Madame Jeanne, Madame Viviana, and Madame Furin, such exalted beings, are willing to gather under his banner... Wait, ’join the battle in the body of a Demon Dragon,’ isn’t Mr. Losa a Dragon Knight?"
He couldn’t comprehend the meaning of everything Losa said, nor could he understand what Losa intended to do by descending into this dangerous mine at such a critical time, something that was completely beyond the grasp of a muscle-bound Wolf Race.
...
At this time, Juliano was already too occupied to care whether Losa’s attempt could succeed. The enemy’s siege against Lavinia had already tied up the success or failure of the entire mountain city battle. Once Lavinia’s support was lost, Furin could no longer maintain the state of the Blood Tyrant.
By then, when the Shield overhead breaks and numerous aerial bombs pour down, who knows how many lives will be lost.
From the Communication Array, desperate shouting came from the other side amid the sounds of artillery: "Clan Leader, the enemy has a group of Holy Knights specializing in using Shields protecting their two Casters; we can’t break through their defenses... We’re planning to cover Miss Lavinia’s retreat."
"It’s bad, Miss Lavinia says the space here has already been blocked, Clan Leader, please think of a solution!"
Having just urgently assigned reinforcements to support the frontline, Juliano received this bad news and immediately glanced at the communicator beside him.
"Does Benito have a plan?"
"Clan Leader, Benito and the others are assisting Miss Furin, they have no energy to spare, and... I think even if they all manage to free themselves, they can’t break the space blockade."
Juliano was taken aback by these words, knowing the limitations of his own forces, Texas’s line-up of Casters was quite ordinary, lacking Talent, a systematic heritage, just being able to assist Furin was already commendable. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
"From my perspective, the only hope to break the enemy’s space blockade is Miss Furin."
"So we can’t do anything at all?"
Juliano angrily said: "Immediately deploy all available artillery, bombard that section of the city wall, I refuse to believe that a mere two advanced Casters can withstand an all-out artillery barrage for long!"
Recall in the past, he too had claimed the lives of advanced Casters under his command, though Wild Mages and the United Kingdom’s noble Mages were clearly not the same concept.
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"Master, if the boss doesn’t come to support us soon, I’m really going to be shattered."
Enduring numerous attacks, even the wailing of the Ghost Face Shield had weakened considerably, shrinking ever smaller to just cover Prajna and Lavinia behind it. Of the first batch of reinforcements, ten Elite Centurions had already perished, with the remaining all injured.
Boom—
Dozens of White Crystal Grenades were thrown out, yet the violent explosion couldn’t shake the sturdy shield wall in the slightest.
Furin clearly sensed something wrong over here as well. The effect of Decree is limited by distance, and now the enemy’s two Casters had set up a layer of space blockade, her power instantly diminished.
Moreover, having lost the Sea of Blood, Furin felt the pressure mounting, unable to extract the power to break the enemy’s blockade.
"Damn!"
The furious Princess of the Royal Court extended countless skeletal hands from her vast Tyrant’s Body, they collectively raised Blood Spears, casting a volley that made the hurriedly erected Shield by the enemy’s Casters waver.
"Ah——"
The Banshee’s Wail reemerged, its sharp sound waves seemed to awaken some dreadful creation, from the mountain city, countless sleeping Stone Gargoyles opened their crimson eyes and took flight.
They spewed out beams of blood-red light, deftly dodging layers of enemy attacks, engaging in a skirmish with the enemy’s Casters.
Finally freed, Furin’s massive hand pressed toward the position of the enemy’s two advanced Casters.
These two Casters hiding behind the shield wall felt the overwhelming pressure immediately, their offensive weakened considerably, turning to defense, leaving both sides in a stalemate.
Yet amid a cheer, from behind the enemy, a squad led by Holy Knights mounted on Pegasus charged forth.
It seemed the British Army had defeated the Assassin squad harassing their rear, redirecting their forces to the frontlines.
"You two, how much longer do you think you can hold on? Have you considered changing employers?"
Behind the shield wall, the two advanced Casters taunted smugly. Unlike the morally obsessed Holy Knights, in their view, a Decree ability wielder like Lavinia was heaven-sent, the greatest gift to them.
"Our Spencer Family in Nottingham would offer the treatment of the highest-level Courtier, inviting you to join."
