The Era of Gods

Chapter 472: 472 Final Battle

Chapter 472: Chapter 472 Final Battle

At this moment, Lin Xiao saw the assembly of over thirty thousand Silverback Mammoth Beasts and a hundred and twenty thousand of the All Phenomena race. According to the information Lin Xiao had before, this was about half of the core races of Feng Ziqi’s forces in this dimension.

In addition to these, there were also one hundred thousand Half Beastmen and a full four hundred thousand elite Natives, making a combined force of six hundred fifty thousand strong.

Previously, during the siege, it was scouted that Feng Ziqi had a huge legion of approximately a million and slightly over a hundred thousand. Now, over half of them had arrived.

The thirty thousand plus Silverback Mammoth People were at the very least Rank 5, indicating that the Mammoth Beasts reached Rank 5 upon reaching adulthood. There were about two to three thousand Rank 7 Silverback Mammoths, and over thirty legendary level Silverback Mammoths standing as tall as small buildings, all equipped with what seemed to be five-centimeter-thick super-thick armor; it was estimated that even a direct hit from a stone-throwing machine wouldn’t harm them.

Following this brute force legion was a huge fleet of war machines.

The full metal semi-automatic stone-throwing machines required only two people to operate.

Battering rams as large as buildings, fully automated and full metal, contained small rooms for soldiers to hide in, and their massive alloy heads could easily break through stone walls.

Yes, these machines directly smashed walls instead of gates. Although the walls in other dimensions might be thick, without the reinforcement of magic arrays, such pure mechanical violence could easily shatter even the hardest stone, and it would only take a few blows to knock down a wall.

There were also room-sized, full metal semi-automatic crossbow vehicles capable of firing fine steel crossbow arrows as thick as fingers in rapid succession, similar to an automatic rifle. If needed, they could also switch to various types of armor-piercing crossbows.

Thirty thousand Silverback Mammoth People, a hundred and twenty thousand from the All Phenomena race, a hundred thousand Half Beastmen, and four hundred thousand elite Natives, including tens of thousands of Totem Warriors.

On the other side, the core race of Cao Yichen’s forces—the mutated Forest Elves; the “mutated” indicates they had been strengthened and mutated, but the changes weren’t too profound, and in both talent and appearance, they remained much as they were.

With such a race mutation, the stranger it is, isn’t necessarily the better. Often without a better direction for mutation, they would just enhance what already existed, without forcibly mutating into another race.

Cao Yichen’s Forest Elves had significantly strengthened physiques and might. Coupled with the Elves’ natural agility and wisdom, they possessed a physique and strength comparable to Beastmen while retaining Elf agility and wisdom. Truly well-rounded, they could bring formidable power to any profession.

Cao Yichen’s forces were not as complexly composed, with over two hundred thousand Elves of various professions and more than four hundred thousand well-equipped Aboriginal Legion troops, as well as a similarly large number of combat machines.

In total, a force surpassing one million and two hundred thousand from both sides were advancing from the left and the right toward this area, coming to a halt when they were about ten kilometers apart.

With over a million strong assembled, even the insects and mosquitoes in the primeval jungle could feel the brewing storm, and they either fled from the vicinity or dug into the ground. A host of beasts left their habitats and retreated, and in the sky, flocks of birds flew away from the area.

Lin Xiao gently patted the creature beneath him, and the Black Dragon Nejelanmu, understanding the gesture, flew forward.

Seeing this, Feng Ziqi laughed and said,

“Are you trying to show off because we don’t have such stylish mounts?”

He waved his hand, and with a loud echoing cry, a Dragon Eagle with red tail feathers flew over and landed beside him.

He said to his assistant, Qin Rong,

“You stay here and wait. Watch the situation, and if something seems off, I will give you instructions.”

Qin Rong nodded as the Dragon Eagle soared into the sky.

On the other side, Cao Yichen’s expression was not very pleasant. He snorted coldly and said,

“Trying to intimidate me, huh?”

Li Ran remained silent but beckoned, and a gigantic crow with shiny black feathers flew over. Cao Yichen mounted it and flew off into the distance.

The three met above the primeval jungle, separated by a distance of about a hundred meters.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t get closer, but neither the Dragon Eagle nor the crow dared to approach Black Dragon Nejelanmu, who raised his huge head and exhaled a spray of sparks into the forest below. His dark red dragon horns twisted upward, with the air around him seething with heat.

Nejelanmu had spent hundreds of years in the Divine Realm, staying within the Fire Elemental Domain, constantly absorbing the Power of Flames, and now mastered the potency of flames.

Combining corrosion and flames, his strength was much greater than his kin.

If one didn’t know their statuses and judged solely by appearance, they might think Lin Xiao was the elder; the black dragon, adorned with red-hued scales, simply had too much presence.

Lin Xiao greeted the two with a cupped-hand salute and said,

“Lin Xiao pays respect to the two seniors.”

Despite being adversaries, basic courtesy was still necessary.

Feng Ziqi nodded and returned the gesture with a fist-and-palm salute, while Cao Yichen just huffed in contempt and anger.

Lin Xiao didn’t mind. After all, the other had reasons to be angry—Senior Chu Mo, whom Cao Yichen was previously engaged to upon their arrival in this dimension, was now with him. This had nothing to do with one’s breadth of heart. Any man would be unable to refrain; the fact that he didn’t start swinging at first sight already showed considerable restraint.

Feng Ziqi was unaware of the grievances between them and had not delved into these matters before. He pulled his gaze away from the forty thousand Star Spirits and sixty thousand Supreme Naga behind Lin Xiao and said:

“Do you really think, Lin Xiao, that with just these hundred thousand of your Clan combined with the strength of this powerful Clan, you can withstand both of us at the same time?”

“Forgive my bluntness, I admit that your Clan is very powerful, perhaps capable of withstanding any one of us, but we have four seniors on our side. You can at most withstand three, and your subordinates are no match for ours. I can’t see how you could win?”

Lin Xiao said with a faint smile:

“How can you be sure that my Clan cannot defeat you all if we haven’t fought yet?”

“Hasn’t it already been proven? Your core Clan is indeed strong and can overpower my Legendary Fierce Mammoth head-on, but you have too few in number—just a hundred thousand. How can you fight us with that?”

“That’s not necessarily true; we’ll only know after we fight.”

Feng Ziqi chuckled and spread his hands indifferently:

“If the junior is so confident, this senior won’t undermine you. Let’s see the real deal under our hands.”

He paused for a moment, his expression serious, and said in a deep voice:

“Although I am a senior, out of respect for the rankings of prodigies, I will not hold back at all. Once defeated, you will suffer heavy losses. So I’m asking you one last time, do you want to fight?”

Lin Xiao’s smile faded, and he nodded solemnly:

“Fight!”

“Very well!”

The senior slapped the Dragon Eagle he was riding and turned to leave.

On the side, Cao Yichen just made a throat-slitting gesture towards Lin Xiao and also turned to leave.

Watching them leave, Black Dragon Nejelanmu flapped its giant wings and swiftly flew back to its own side.

Half an hour later, following a long horn sound that resounded over the primeval forest, the vanguards of the two armies began to slowly advance, and swathes of trees were cut down in sections by the Silverback Mammoth People wielding nearly ten-meter-long great swords.

The sixty thousand Supreme Naga split into two groups, swinging the same length of standard-issue great swords to easily fell the giant trees that took several people to embrace in the original forest, along with the vines wrapped around the trunks. Their terrifying strength and endurance allowed them to maintain this state all day without getting tired.

Compared to the Elves who wore fine, light, and beautiful magic Armor with high defense, the Silverback Mammoth People were clad in refined steel plate armor five centimeters thick. Aside from weapons and special accessories, the Supreme Naga did not wear armor; their dragon scale skin was their best armor.

The dragon scales and skin not only provided high physical defense but also rendered immunity to a considerable amount of magic without impacting agility, giving them a huge advantage on the chaotic battlefield.

Soon the two sides drew within two kilometers of each other, and the Elf Archers on Cao Yichen’s side began to draw their bows. Accompanied by countless bowstring sounds merging into one, the first wave of enchanted arrows rose into the sky, forming a dense, cloud-like mass that blanketed the sky and overwhelmed the advancing tens of thousands of Supreme Naga.

The sound of clinking and clashing was unending as the great Naga remained unharmed, with even the enchanted arrows unable to penetrate the hard dragon scales.

Cao Yichen and Feng Ziqi stood in the air and exchanged glances before they slowly lowered their heads and gestured softly, signaling the Elf Mage team in the rear to start a combined casting.

Under the leadership of an eighth-rank Legendary Elf Magician, a group of three hundred mages ranging from rank five to seven worked together to cast a powerful, high-damage Legendary Spell.

Normally, a true Legendary Magician could independently perform Legendary Spells, but such casting was usually possible only with adequate preparation and took a very long time; one couldn’t simply cast them at will.

Combined casting significantly reduced the conditions and time required for high-damage spells, allowing for the rapid execution of Legendary Spells to bombard the enemy.

In the battlefield, especially when the enemy also has Legendary Magicians, combined casting has a great advantage.

Of course, the mages under Cao Yichen’s command were only rank 8 Legendary mages by virtue of their Profession Cards and were not the kind of true Legend who had a preliminary grasp on the rules. These fake Legends were unable to independently perform Legendary Spells and could only cast them with the assistance of other mages.

Hundreds of Elf Mages joined forces, and the Vault of Heaven soon vibrated with unsettling energy fluctuations as a faint red glow gathered; the Legendary Spell, Meteor Summoning, was about to take shape.

Without Lin Xiao’s command, the Star Spirit Mages in the rear spontaneously reacted, many mages naturally gathered around a Legendary Star Spirit to perform a combined casting at a much faster speed than the Elf Mages. A giant Star Spirit of light formed in the air, and as the Legendary Star Spirit pointed a finger, the Star Spirit of magical energy in the sky did the same:

“Advanced Spell Counter!”

This was the Legendary version of the spell counter, aimed at mages who were actively casting. It disrupted the target’s casting and prevented them from using spells for a certain period.

The Legendary version also caused the target to suffer the backlash from the disrupted spell they were casting.

As a result, when Meteor Summoning was countered, the mages’ concentrated mana exploded out of control. The fake Legendary Elf Magician’s head exploded, killing him instantly, and hundreds of mages involved in the combined casting were knocked down.

This showed the difference between a fake Legend and a true Legendary Magician. Not only was the casting speed slower than that of a true Legendary Magician, but their control of mana was also subpar. A true Legendary Magician might have been able to endure being countered or would have dispersed the spell beforehand to prevent the counter.