Wizard: Starting fro Chapter 666: Legion of Sand

Chapter 666: Chapter 666: Legion of Sand

Duke’s gaze was cold and unwavering.

While Master Ted was holding off the Level 2 Elf Warrior, Duke’s heart thought moved again, his magic power and spiritual power surged more fiercely through the spell model of Sand Servant, resonating with the stone tablet in the Light God Court.

Accompanied by a deep, continuous tallic hum, as if from the depths of the earth, the air within a ten-ter radius around Duke began to subtly distort. The humus layer churned violently, and the faint light spores and dust floating in the forest were pushed aside by an invisible force.

Eight massive, spinning whirlwinds of dark tallic sand erupted almost simultaneously around him from eight different directions.

The whirlwinds ravenously devoured the free-floating earth elents and faint shadow energy in the air, the clanging sound of tal echoing continuously, as if thousands of troops were forging armor in the void.

In the blink of an eye, eight Sand Servants of colossal size, larger than the previous three, nearly three and a half ters tall, with a deep dark golden luster flowing over their bodies and clearer, intricate details, descended like tal gods birthed from the earth.

As soon as they ford, the dark golden flas burning in their eye sockets uniformly fixed on the dark elves, the icy tallic aura of lethality swept forth, seeming to lower the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

Duke’s thoughts shifted again, delicately manipulating his spiritual power.

The newly erged eight Sand Servants, along with the previous three, simultaneously raised their giant hands composed of tallic sand grains, distorting the air above their palms, countless more finely textured, sharp tallic sand grains separated, converged, and shaped from their bodies.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

A series of crisp, rhythmic tallic clashes rang out.

Knives, swords, axes, hamrs, spears, shields... Various types of heavy weaponry ford from highly compressed pure tallic yellow sand rapidly took shape in the hands of the Sand Servants.

Though their designs were ancient and lines rugged, every edge and point flowed with a chilling dark glow, their weight and durability far exceeding ordinary steel.

So Sand Servants even ford thick tower shields in their left hands, while their right hands held exaggerated warhamrs or long-handled war axes.

Eleven dark-gold giants, ard to the teeth and silent like mountains, encircled Duke in the center, forming a despair-inducing tallic defense line, more so a heavy assault legion ready to charge terrifyingly at any mont.

"How... how is this possible?!" The Level 2 Elf Warrior, having just dispelled the paralysis poison in his legs, was preparing to regroup with shock and anger but froze on seeing this scene, his pupils contracting sharply, showing disbelief and even a trace of horror for the first ti.

Summoning and arming eleven bizarre golems of this caliber at once? How imnse must the magic power and spiritual power be to support this? What sort of monster is this Level 1 Mage really?

Not only him, the other dark elves were entirely frantic.

"Moonlight continuous shells!"

"Thorn binding!"

"Shadow arrow!"

The two moonlight shooters on the left, the two Natural Priests on the right, and the female Mage and female Assassin who had just caught their breath, almost simultaneously unleashed their best offensive spells towards the advancing Sand Servants in an attempt to stall their advance.

In an instant, silver-white moonlight ray shells rained down like a storm, pale green living thorns broke through the earth to entangle, pitch-black shadow arrows silently pierced.

Yet the outco chilled the hearts of all the dark elves.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

The moonlight shells struck the heavy torsos or shields of the Sand Servants like raindrops onto the desert, splashing only faint silver-white light specks that were silently absorbed and dissolved by the dark-golden sandy bodies, unable to leave even a dent.

The moonlight energy seed to beco a supplent to these tallic sand grains.

"Crack! Crack!"

The living thorns coiled around, attempting to tighten and pierce. But the Sand Servants barely struggled, and those tough vines capable of grinding rocks fractured inch by inch, their snapped ends smooth as a mirror, as if cut instantly by the sharpest blade.

The hardness and strength of the sand shells far exceeded the limits of plant bindings.

Shadow arrows hit, attempting to corrode with shadow energy.

Yet the dark gold luster on the Sand Servants slightly flowed, the shadow energy neutralized and dispersed as though encountering a nesis, unable to corrode even the outermost sand grains.

tallic yellow sand itself has an extrely high resistance to energy attacks, not to ntion the mysterious power of the stone tablet enhancing it.

Spells were ineffective, nearly magic immunity.

The eleven Sand Servants, enduring the futile spell bombardnt from the dark elves, advanced relentlessly with unified heavy steps, thumping ahead.

Their sand weapons shimred coldly, bringing an unparalleled sense of death’s pressure in their silent advance.

Especially the few holding giant shields, like moving walls, completely blocking the sight and attack angles of the dark elf casters in the rear rows.

"Retreat! Retreat imdiately!" The Level 2 Elf Warrior recognized they had hit an iron wall today.

These bizarre tal golems entirely counteracted most of their team’s techniques, and the human Mage who summoned them harbored unfathomable depths.

Further entanglent would only increase casualties, yielding no gain.

He emitted a sharp, urgent whistle, the highest-level retreat order.

Simultaneously, an unprecedented fierce moonlight fighting spirit erupted from him, making him resemble a burning silver torch, temporarily repelling the residual corrosive glue beneath his feet and several disruptive rays fired by Master Ted.

He forcibly turned, preparing to rush toward the nearest Natural Priest to evacuate together.

Master Ted snorted coldly, slamming the asuring rod magic wand heavily onto the ground.

The ground quaked violently, soil churned, and a cumberso golem made entirely of dark brown rock and unknown tal components, reaching four ters tall, with its joints flashing with rune light, erged from the earth before Master Ted.

Though the golem’s movents appeared slightly slow, its strength was astonishing, its defense terrifying, it appeared reaching out a fan-like rock hand with a dull wind sound, slapping forcefully to capture the elf warrior attempting a breakout.

The elf warrior was shocked and angered, forced into battle with the difficult rocky iron golem, unable to extricate for the mont.

anwhile, the tal flood ford by the Sand Servants ruthlessly crashed into the chaotic formation of the dark elves.

"No!!"

Agonized screams erupted abruptly.

A moonlight shooter attempted to leap back and shoot but was precisely pierced in the thigh by a sand short spear thrown by a Sand Servant, nailing him to a tree.

A vine shield raised by a Natural Priest was effortlessly cleaved by a sand giant axe, followed by the frontal strike of a giant shield from another Sand Servant, sending him flying with blood from the mouth, crashing onto tree roots, fainting.