On the plain outside Kasha City, the Alliance army advanced rapidly towards the northwest.
During the march, a soldier suddenly shouted, "What’s that," and the next mont, many people looked up at the sky.
They saw that the initially bright sky above their heads was suddenly tinged with a faint blood-red hue, and a bright spot appeared next to the newly risen sun, growing larger and eventually forming into a full moon.
Sun and moon shining simultaneously!
As ti passed, the blood-red color in the sky grew more intense, obscuring the sunlight, dimming the world as if it were the end of tis.
A cold wind gradually rose all around, howling incessantly, and the full moon next to the sun continued to descend, falling towards the ground.
Richard, located in Kasha City, also saw this strange phenonon. He blinked briefly, pondered for a mont, and then quickly left the city walls, rising into the air.
...
"Roar——Roar——"
When the full moon descended to a certain height, the cold wind around beca extrely fierce, roaring like a beast. Everyone felt an invisible pressure on them, almost making them immovable.
"Roar——Roar——"
The full moon continued to descend, and its contour was now clearly visible, as large as a mountain, dragging a burning tail of several hundred ters long, plumting straight into the center of the army — it was clearly a teorite.
The teorite’s speed far exceeded the speed of sound, rendering the fall of the teorite silent, but the sound of the cold wind around it almost tore through people’s eardrums.
"Woooo——"
The teorite drew closer and closer...
In no ti, the falling teorite was right above everyone’s heads, turning the entire sky to pitch black, changing daylight into night.
"Disperse!"
Upon realizing the threat, the Alliance army issued orders from top to bottom, instructing the entire army to swiftly disperse in all directions to avoid the impact of the teorite’s descent.
To clarify, marching and engaging in battles are quite different.
During marching, each regint had its designated place within the army, but they weren’t too densely packed. As the "disperse" order was executed, the entire army quickly divided into more than a dozen parts, retreating in all directions to rapidly steer clear of the teorite’s predicted impact zone.
By this ti, the teorite was only a few kiloters away from the ground, and then sothing entirely unexpected happened.
It was observed that during the teorite’s descent, there was a sudden tremor, as if sothing had gone awry inside, followed by dense cracks appearing on its surface.
Before everyone could react, the teorite split into dozens of smaller teorites.
The trajectories of the dozens of small falling teorites changed, and they scattered like a fisherman’s net, instantly multiplying the destructive range by over ten tis, effectively covering most of the dispersed regints, and then they crashed down violently, ultimately more than half of them landing among the crowd.
"Bang——Boom!"
The first small teorite hit the ground, and with contact, a gigantic explosion resounded. It was as if a warehouse filled to the brim with explosives had been detonated, the imnse impact force venting outward, compressing the air into frost white rings, scything outwards, sweeping away everything in their path.
In the face of such destructive force, ordinary soldiers, armored or not, stood no chance of resistance—unable to even let out a scream, they perished instantly. The Magic Knights and Wizards fared no better. Those at the center where the teorite landed died on the spot, and those in the outer areas were severely injured.
It was evident that this first teor to hit the ground had wiped out nearly a third of an entire regint.
The power was unimaginably imnse!
And it was only the first small teorite; subsequent small teorites continuously crashed into the crowds, hitting the ground, emitting colossal explosions.
"Bang——Boom!"
"Bang——Boom!"
With each sound, countless lives were extinguished.
Among them, one small teorite was headed straight for the dispersed Central Army where Soron was stationed.
A large number of Magic Knights threw their spears with all their might, and many Wizards frantically unleashed spells, trying to crush the teorite in advance or divert its path. But it was like striking a stone with an egg—despite the Magic Knights and Wizards coughing up blood from exhaustion, the teorite remained unhard and continued its descent.
Everyone showed looks of despair, and Soron too wore a grave expression.
Then, just a mont before the teorite hit the ground, Soron was enveloped by a layer of black energy and was flung swiftly backward, escaping the teorite’s assault.
"Bang——Boom!"
The descending teorite hit the ground.
"Bang——Boom!"
"Bang——Boom!"
The surrounding teorites struck the ground continuously, fully unleashing their destructive force. The frost white shockwaves of air interlaced and collided, making the air in the entire region chaotic, as if it had transford into a man-eating beast.
A while later, Soron, wrapped in the black energy, was flung to a decidedly safe distance where he landed.
The black energy vanished, and Soron’s feet touched the ground. He gazed at the devastating aftermath caused by the teorite strikes on the army, remaining silent for a long ti.
Yet there was no fear, no breakdown, his expression was calm yet serious, as if he had long expected this outco.
But disaster is disaster.
"Gen... General..."
A surviving Magic Knight, covered in blood, ca running over. Seeing Soron unhard, he sighed in relief, but then beca sowhat distraught as he sobbed, "General... We’ve suffered heavy losses... So many have died..."
"I know." Soron spoke, his voice cold, "But it’s happened, and we must accept it. Go and relay orders for the regints to regroup, reorganize the troops, and then prepare for battle."
"Battle?" The Magic Knight was stunned, wiping blood from his face as he asked, "Battle with whom?"
"Of course, the enemy." Soron replied.
"But where’s the enemy?" The Magic Knight was confused, blood trickling down from wounds on his face.
"You’ll soon find out. Now, go carry out the orders!" Soron said.
"Yes... Understood." The Magic Knight pounded his fist against his chest and left with deep bewildernt.
Just as the Magic Knight walked away, a Wizard clad in a green robe flew over.
It was evident that, like Soron, this Wizard was unhard—either extrely lucky or imnsely powerful, though his expression was equally grave at the mont.
Landing before Soron, the Green Robed Wizard lowered his head in a semblance of a bow, saying with a soft sigh, "General, I’ve assessed the situation briefly. The losses exceed imagination, at least sixty thousand directly perished, thirty thousand rendered incapable of combat, ten thousand seriously injured, leaving only about twenty thousand relatively unscathed—this price is quite high."
"The price is indeed very high, but... we must pay it for victory." Soron exhaled and said, "Don’t say sixty thousand have perished directly. Even if eighty thousand, a hundred thousand, or even everyone were to perish instantly, we have to accept it."
"Victory? This is the price for victory?" A voice suddenly spoke from behind Soron, drawing his and the Green Robed Wizard’s attention.
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