Chapter 293: Chapter 266: No Comparison at All

The blood of the Rock-Horned Dragon flowed through the veins of the Rock Armor Beasts.

The latter was already famous for its formidable defense.

After dozens of generations of selective breeding in the Beast Garden, this bloodline had been deeply cultivated, and their defensive capabilities were pushed to the absolute limit.

The arrows and Magic that were powerful enough to shred Refined Gold Golems only left minor injuries on them, unable to halt their advance in the slightest.

The commander of the Black Stone Territory watched this scene, his face a mask of unconcealed horror.

Golden Tier creatures!

The Silver Moon Race had actually managed to tame Golden Tier creatures!

The heavy infantrymen before the Iron Wall Array listened to the dull, approaching footsteps and watched the blood-soaked behemoths that continued to advance. The color drained from their faces, bit by bit.

The next moment, the Rock Armor Beasts slammed into the Iron Wall Array.

BOOM!

The tower shields the heavy infantrymen took pride in crumpled, twisted, and shattered like paper under the charge of the Rock Armor Beasts.

The soldiers behind the shields were sent flying, the sound of their bones breaking horrifically clear.

Spears pierced the Rock Armor Beasts’ bodies but were caught by the thick, rocky layers, unable to penetrate any deeper.

The Rock Armor Beasts didn’t even pause. They simply continued forward, crushing everything in their path with their massive bodies.

The Black Stone Territory’s front line, like glass struck by a boulder, shattered instantly.

The heavy infantrymen were routed, trampled into disarray by the Rock Armor Beasts.

And just then, the Yellow Turban Warriors arrived.

They surged out from behind the Rock Armor Beasts like a dark golden torrent, pouring into the gap that had been torn in the Black Stone Territory’s front line.

Golden Melon Hammers were raised high, then brought down viciously with a dull whoosh of air.

With every swing, a soldier from the Black Stone Territory was sent flying, bones shattering and blood splattering.

Officers who tried to organize a counterattack were often smashed by several Golden Melon Hammers at once the moment they raised their weapons, turned into piles of mangled flesh before they could even scream.

The Silver Moon Legion hadn’t even officially made a move, yet the combined assault of the Rock Armor Beasts and Yellow Turban Warriors had already shattered the Black Stone Territory’s front line.

The commander of the Black Stone Territory, his face ashen, hastily directed his ranged units to suppress the Yellow Turban Warriors that were slaughtering his vanguard, hoping to buy time for the collapsing front line to regroup.

In an instant, arrows rained down and projectiles fell like hail.

The armor of the Yellow Turban Warriors began to crack under the dense bombardment.

Some were pierced through the chest by heavy Crossbow Arrows and staggered to the ground.

Others had their arms blasted off by Magic, yet they continued to swing their weapons with their remaining limbs until they were utterly destroyed by a second volley of focused fire.

However, more Yellow Turban Warriors simply stepped over the wreckage of their comrades and continued to advance.

They felt no fear, no pain, and no fatigue.

As long as their cores remained intact, they were unstoppable war machines.

And at that very moment, as the Black Stone Territory’s ranged fire was drawn by the Yellow Turban Warriors, the Silver Moon Legion, which had been lying in wait, finally bared its fangs.

At the front of the army, the Elf soldiers retrieved Talismans from the leather pouches at their waists and activated them in unison.

Instantly, countless golden blades of light shot out from the Talismans, sweeping toward the densest part of the Black Stone Territory’s formation like a torrential downpour.

They were followed by Blast Talismans, Five-Thunder Talismans, Gangfeng Talismans...

The lights of various Talismans blossomed one after another across the battlefield.

Blazing fireballs landed in the enemy ranks and exploded, azure bolts of lightning as thick as an arm swept through the crowd, and invisible gales transformed into countless sharp blades that sliced through the formations.

The Black Stone Territory’s army suffered heavy losses under this round of Talisman attacks.

And this was only the beginning of their nightmare.

Before the assault of Talismans had even subsided, the Elf soldiers slapped a second batch onto themselves.

Vajra Talismans, Light Body Talismans, Barbarian Spirit Talismans, Cold Soldier Talismans...

Several buffing effects were applied simultaneously, adding wings to the already elite Elf soldiers.

Immediately after, the Silver Moon Legion’s battle line surged forward like a tide.

The Silver Moon Legion was a genuine Black Iron Legion.

Their overall strength far surpassed that of the Black Stone Territory’s army. Compounded by superior equipment and Talisman enhancements, the two forces were not even in the same league.

When such soldiers formed a disciplined battle array and pressed forward with the force of an avalanche, the soldiers of the Black Stone Territory had no way to resist.

Rune-inscribed Long Swords split shields, cleaved through armor, and tore flesh.

The Elf soldiers were like repeatedly tempered blades, cutting through iron as if it were mud, utterly invincible.

The Black Stone Territory’s army fell back step by step under the Silver Moon Legion’s assault.

The elite troops that once ran rampant across the Green Highlands were now like a flock of sheep being chased by a tiger, utterly routed.

"SCREECH!"

Following the sharp cry, the Radiant Feathered Falcons in the sky above the battlefield dove down swiftly.

The Elf cavalry riding the falcons released their bowstrings the moment they swept over the Black Stone Territory’s army, their arrows falling like meteors to accurately pierce the heads of the Casters below.

The Casters who were in the middle of chanting their spells were often shot down by a volley of arrows, having only managed to utter half an incantation.

Some Casters tried to counterattack with Magic, but the Radiant Feathered Falcons were too fast. During their dive, they resembled streaks of golden lightning, and the Magic spells often only hit the afterimages they left behind.

On the rare occasion a spell did hit, it was blocked by the Vajra Talismans the riders had activated beforehand.

They were like a troop of ghosts, coming and going like the wind, precise and deadly.

The ranks of Casters at the rear of the Black Stone army were thrown into chaos, completely unable to organize any effective magical support.

In the tower, Laine and Mia stared at the image on the Water Curtain, speechless for a long time.

They exchanged a glance and saw the same astonishment in each other’s eyes.

So this was the Silver Moon Legion.

This was their Clan’s army.

Compared to when they fought the army of Kresol Dragon City, the Clan’s forces had grown even stronger.

"Huh," Mia suddenly murmured, her gaze falling on the center of the battlefield.

On the Water Curtain, hundreds of figures shot out from behind the Silver Moon Legion’s formation like arrows loosed from a bow, piercing deep into the Black Stone Territory’s army.

Their speed was astonishing, leaving streaks of afterimages across the battlefield.

Spiritual Lights of various colors flickered around them, the sign of Techniques in operation.

Wherever these figures passed, the Black Stone Territory’s soldiers fell in swathes, like wheat before a scythe.

It was the disciples of Taichu City!

They moved in small groups of three to five with perfect coordination, either casting Techniques and martial arts or activating Talismans, continuously reaping the lives of their enemies.

Laine watched and nodded to himself in approval.

Over the years, as the Clan’s population grew rapidly, the number of disciples in Taichu City had also increased quickly.

It had now surpassed the four hundred mark.

These disciples from Taichu City, currently dazzling on the battlefield, were mostly from the first batch of Elves who had embarked on the path of cultivation. They generally possessed a Cultivation Level at the Middle Stage of Qi Refining, and their combat power far exceeded that of an ordinary Silver Tier individual.

"Look, it’s Lucius!" Mia’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she blurted out the name.

Laine collected his thoughts and followed the direction of Mia’s finger.

What entered his vision was a brilliant, golden-red beam of sword light, tearing through the void like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Wherever the sword light passed, flesh flew and armor shattered. A dozen enemy soldiers were sent flying backward, dead before they even hit the ground.

Lucius advanced with his sword, his figure as swift as lightning.

Nine wheels of light emerged from the blade of his sword and circled around him, shrouding him in a golden-red brilliance.

As the wheels of light spun, waves of heat rolled out like a tide. Anyone who got too close was annihilated and slain by the golden-red wheels before they could even make a move.

None could block his edge; none could even get near him.

He was like an unsheathed sword, cutting a swath through the enemy ranks, completely unstoppable.

Laine couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.

Among all the disciples of Taichu City, Lucius was the one most dedicated to the Sword Dao.

He didn’t practice Techniques, didn’t use Talismans, didn’t perform Alchemy, and didn’t raise Spirit Beasts.

In his world, there was only the sword.

He kept his sword by his side when he ate, placed it by his pillow when he slept, and rested it on his lap when he cultivated.

Day after day, year after year.

Laine even suspected that Lucius’s greatest pleasure in life was to stay in the training grounds practicing his Swordsmanship all day without ever leaving.

This almost paranoid level of focus allowed Lucius’s Sword Dao cultivation to far surpass that of the other disciples.

’Even though I’m confident my overall strength is no less than Lucius’s,’ Laine thought, ’when it comes to the sheer sharpness and decisiveness of his attacks, I have to admit I’m inferior.’

The addition of the Taichu City disciples placed a heavy weight on one side of the scales of victory.

"The Black Stone Territory is about to lose," Mia said softly.

Laine nodded slightly.

The battle had reached this point; there was no suspense left.

Although the Black Stone Territory’s army was not weak in numbers, the gap in overall strength with the Silver Moon Legion was simply too great.

There was no comparison at all.

However, just at that moment, a majestic aura erupted from behind the Black Stone Territory’s army, soaring into the sky.

The aura was wreathed in violent bolts of lightning. Purple-white arcs leaped and flickered in the void, scorching the surrounding air until it warped and distorted.

Even the image on the Water Curtain trembled slightly, as if the magical projection itself was being disrupted by that power.

Furlo’s gaze narrowed. "It’s the lord of the Black Stone Territory, Fernando."

Laine and Mia’s expressions turned solemn as well.

They had heard of this man.

Fernando was one of the two Legendary Powerhouses of the Green Highlands. Although the Law of lightning he controlled was a lesser Law, it was a derivative of the Elemental Power of Wind, and its practical combat application was extremely strong.

The moment Furlo finished speaking, another aura rose from behind the Silver Moon Legion.

This aura was as gentle as the wind, yet it was continuous and unending, spreading across the entire battlefield in an instant.

Laine reacted immediately, his spirits lifting.

’The Second Elder is making his move!’

The two auras collided in mid-air with a roar, stirring up visible ripples of distortion.

In the next instant, two figures shot into the sky almost simultaneously.

Fernando was completely shrouded in purple-white lightning.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion. Countless bolts of lightning converged in his palm to form a purple-white spear, which he then flung. The lightning spear shot toward the Second Elder like a meteor.

The Second Elder’s expression was calm. He shifted his body slightly, and the bolt of lightning, powerful enough to tear through refined gold, grazed past his robes and exploded into a dazzling net of electricity in the clouds behind him.

A trace of astonishment flashed through Fernando’s eyes.

Before he could strike again, the Second Elder had already made his move.

The sound of wind suddenly rose.

At first, the sound was as clear and crisp as a flute—melodious and ethereal—but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into the thunderous roar of a charging army.

The Second Elder’s figure became elusive in the wind, now to the left, now to the right, so fast that he seemed to be in several places at once.

Fernando snorted coldly, his body also transforming into a streak of purple-white light, tracing a zigzagging path across the sky.

Lightning was known for its speed.

Among those of the same tier, few had ever been able to compete with Fernando in terms of speed.

Today, however, he had met his match.

As the song of the wind layered upon itself, the Second Elder’s figure flickered in and out of sight.

With each new layer of the wind’s song, his speed increased.

Fernando’s lightning struck down continuously, purple-white bolts raining from the heavens and covering more than half the sky.

Every bolt of lightning was aimed precisely at a position where the Second Elder might appear, carrying the force of a thunderous apocalypse.

But every time, the cyan figure would vanish an instant before the lightning touched him, like smoke scattered by the wind.

The two streaks of light chased, intersected, and collided in the sky.

They were so fast that even the Water Curtain’s image couldn’t keep up, only managing to capture blurry afterimages and fleeting flashes of lightning.

The longer Fernando fought, the more his heart trembled with shock.

He had pushed his Law of lightning to its absolute limit, yet he still couldn’t even touch the hem of his opponent’s robes.

Meanwhile, his opponent’s sword had grazed past him several times, its Sword Qi tearing through the protective shield of lightning on his body and leaving behind small but real wounds.

Although they were only superficial wounds, the sense of pressure was undeniably real.

’What kind of Law is this?’

’The Elemental Power of Wind? No, that’s not right...’

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