Until he returned to the magic tower, the legendary mage whose meteorite spell was blocked still looked unbelievable.
"Impossible! It's impossible for a fishman to have such technology!"
However, the facts are clear.
The fishmen have already mastered the means to counter legendary spells, and they can not only be used for defense, but can also be used for offense.
Judging from the scene of destroying the cliff just now, their methods may be a bit rough, not sophisticated and precise enough, but there is no doubt about their power.
That is also a legendary level method.
Inside the Supreme Tower, there is a circle of ripples next to the early warning array. The middle of the ripples is like a mirror, reflecting the scene on the sea.
The dark green color is rippling on the sea surface, thick, heavy and turbid.
Inside the early warning array, it showed that fish-men were dying in large numbers. Along with the death of large numbers of fish-men, an extremely strong aura was rising.
"Sacrifice... If the weak wants to fight against the strong, this is the only way left!" An old legendary mage snorted coldly and said, "Those seafoods have no other ability but to produce food. Even if they sacrifice ten thousand people at a time Eight thousand is nothing to them!”
Legendary mages, you look at me and I look at you, their faces are a little bitter.
Sacrifice ten thousand children and eight thousand at one time? Then what kind of thing should be summoned!
Sacrifice is a very traditional method of casting spells, especially in summoning spells. Offering sacrifices to powerful beings from other worlds and borrowing their power was a common occurrence for early spellcasters.
Back then, before Master Lamperus proposed the "modern spell" system, the human spellcasting system was called the "witchcraft system." This system is most famous for two things. The first is that it absorbs the blood of various creatures to transform itself in order to obtain powerful strength and a long life. The second is that it is keen on sacrificing to beings from other worlds and receiving benefits from them.
When it comes to the study of sacrificial spells, humans are the biggest experts in the world!
However, time flies by, and time has worn away the traces of the wizarding era. Nowadays, except for some wild mages, few mages are still studying sacrificial spells. Although this kind of spell is powerful, it is too dangerous, especially because it can easily provoke some unpredictable and difficult-to-communicate ghosts, causing huge trouble.
So now, most of the mages no longer think about this. Even the legendary mages present, most of them are not good at sacrificial methods.
At this moment, seeing the enemy rely on large-scale sacrifices to fight against legendary spells, many young mages suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in their hearts, as if they had seen humans with backward magic technology countless years ago, relying on sacrifices. The main character is a mage, fighting against an elf with great magic skills.
Especially the few old seniors who have survived from the wizarding era to the present have even weirder expressions.
"That's how we fought against the elves back then..." An old mage couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could it be that history is about to repeat itself again?"
"History will not repeat itself!" a young legendary mage said angrily, "We are much stronger than the elves back then!"
As he spoke, he manipulated the magic circle and activated the defense system of the Supreme Tower.
A huge gem on the top of the tower shined brightly, as bright as the sun, and then a blazing red light suddenly shot out at an alarming speed. Before the fishman could react, it hit the sea surface.
With a loud bang, the seawater exploded violently, and large swaths of water vapor rose up due to the high temperature evaporation.
In the water vapor, you can clearly see that at least hundreds of fishmen were blown to pieces and died horribly.
"The biggest problem with the sacrifice spell is its slow speed. As long as we use fast to defeat slow, we can make them unable to use their power!" The young legendary mage said loudly, "Even if those seafood learn the methods we used back then, so what? ? There are no powerful gods behind them, nor are there enough strong men to sit on their side. Just relying on slow methods like sacrifices cannot compete with the various methods of the Supreme Tower!"
The legendary mages looked at each other, and many of them looked ashamed.
As they grow older, their strength is indeed improving, but their fighting spirit has been worn away a lot by the years. This brazen and aggressive legendary mage is probably the weakest here, but his fighting spirit and courage put the seniors to shame.
"you're right!"
"Those damn seafood! Think they can become arrogant by secretly learning a little of our methods? They are dreaming!"
"Give them some color! Let them see the power of modern magic!"
"Since they are here to die, let them be fulfilled!"
"After this battle, the coastal areas will have peace for at least a hundred years!"
"Hundreds of years? Haha! After this battle is over, we will set out in all directions to completely wipe out the fishmen!"
The legendary mages screamed, and the control parts of the magic towers in front of them used their powerful magic power and precise control to send out swift and violent spells one after another, causing the sea surface to churn, and broken limbs to fly everywhere during the churn. I don’t know how many fishmen died.
At the same time, a shrill alarm sounded inside the Supreme Tower. The cold and threatening voice kept repeating, asking everyone to immediately put down everything they were doing, and the stronger ones went to various posts to prepare for battle, while the weaker ones quickly went to shelters.
Where have the people of the Mystic Tower Federation seen such a formation? Many people were panicked for a while, and the streets were in chaos. There were screams, cries, and curses. Even though the soldiers and patrol mages tried hard to maintain order, it was just that no serious chaos broke out.
At this time, somewhere under the sea, an altar made of bones was emitting a dark green light.
Countless fishmen swam from all directions with crazy expressions and rushed towards the altar.
Once they enter the dark green light, their bodies quickly rot and melt. Most of them will be completely corrupted and turn into green ichor before they come into contact with the altar. Only a few can touch the altar, and the moment they touch the altar, their flesh and blood are completely melted, and their bones are absorbed by the altar and integrated into the altar, making this weird altar a little bigger.
And so on, over and over again.
Any other race would never be able to withstand such a loss, but the fish-men race has nothing but huge numbers.
They have been preparing for this war for a long time. Especially in the past few years, the fish-men have reproduced crazily and gathered an astonishing population.
Now is the time to use these resources!