Looking at the giant flaming ball that exploded on the defense wall built by the undead army, not only myself and the magicians who participated in the attack on the undead were shocked by the power of the magic in front of us. Even the magicians who were rotated out and repaired in the rear defense heard the news and ran up, looking at the huge holes as big as several city gates that were blown out on the opposite defense line.
Oh my god! Am I still a human? How could I possibly release such a terrifying explosive ball? Although I could fire explosive balls continuously before, the size and power of the explosive balls were definitely not even one tenth of what they are now... No, only one twentieth at most...
Is it because the magic elements here are too dense? No, that doesn't make sense. I'm not the only magician here. I'm the only one who made it out of tens of thousands of magicians. This reason can't be used to explain this situation... Then... Then the only thing left is... Only the strange behavior of that holy magic guide...
Thinking of this, I nodded very confidently. Yes, it must be that old man who played a trick on me before he died. Or when the old man exchanged memories with me, he also expanded my mental power? It must be like this, I am sure. According to the understanding of the magic world in this world, magic power is the basis for magicians to release magic, and mental power is the control of magicians when releasing magic power. Only when mental power is greatly improved can I produce such power when casting magic.
After a slight hesitation, I recited a long string of spells and once again released the magic that I had longed for - Holy Light Rain!
Ever since I saw the magicians of the Kasdek Empire use the powerful light attack magic of Holy Light Spear Formation at the foot of the Disaster Stone City, I have always hoped that I could use this magic. Although I know that it is simply a dream for one person to launch such a large number of magics with such strength.
But after studying magic, I also found a magic similar to the Holy Light Spear Array from the library of the Imperial Magic and Martial Arts Academy. Holy Light Falling from the Sky is also called Holy Light Rain. Although I also know that this magic has a wide attack range, due to its low attack power, not many people are willing to learn it. It is probably because of this that this magic book has the bad luck of becoming a stepping stone that no one cares about.
After I successfully completed the Holy Light Rain magic, I nervously stared at the sky above the undead army, hoping that my first range attack magic would not fail. Although this light magic almost completely consumed the light magic power in my body, I knew that the attack power of the Holy Light Rain was not enough to cause much damage to the undead. What I expected, in addition to my current huge mental power, was to use my previous knowledge to give the undead an unexpected blow.
Since I entered the Imperial School of Magic and Martial Arts, I have known that the six elemental magics in this world are mutually restraining. Among them, the four elements of wind, earth, water and fire are mutually restraining, and are all restrained by dark magic; and the dark magic is restrained by light magic; and finally, light magic is no match for the previous four elemental magics. From these theories, it can be seen that this is extremely similar to what I know on Earth. . . Then, according to this inference, those undead should also belong to the dark magic and should be restrained by light magic. . . . . .
A few seconds after my magic was cast, the sky above the entrance to the entire canyon gradually became bright, and gradually emitted bursts of dazzling flashes. . . At the same time, tens of millions of hail-like spots of light covered the sky above the entire undead army like rain, covering the undead in an instant. . . . . .
Looking at the undead souls that were only slightly shining with white light after being baptized by the light rain... I was shocked, confused, disappointed, and ashamed. With such a big momentum, I didn't cause any harm to those undead souls at all... I was afraid that I had lost face.
"Let all the troops continue to attack, and let all the magicians join the attack..." Noticing that almost all the magicians turned their attention to me, I felt too embarrassed to use the amplification magic to directly command those magician troops. As a last resort, I called an old magician to pass on the message.
But just as I turned around to tell the old magician, there were bursts of exclamations from behind and on both sides almost at the same time. Even the magician I called over showed an extremely shocked expression.
Shit, I’m timid and can’t stand being scared. Don’t tell me that those undead spirits actually mutated after my holy light rain…
Thinking of various possible situations, I didn’t bother to tell the magician anymore and turned around to look at the position of the Undead Army. . . . .
You really don’t know until you see it. Once you see it, you will be shocked. The undead troops that were originally arranged neatly and changed their formation from time to time now seemed to have lost their lives and stood still in silence. From time to time, they slid slowly in pieces like piles of exposed rocks that had been weathered and hit by hail. . . . .
Looking at this incredible scene, I and all the coalition forces were stunned for a long time, until the awakened necromancers began to try to re-summon the fallen undead, then I suddenly came to my senses.
"All magician units must concentrate their forces to attack those necromancers and those puppet mages. We must not let those necromancers summon those undead again. Also, wind mages, use tornado magic to blow away those skeletons, lest those necromancers restore those bones too quickly." Looking at this extremely exciting scene, the tone of my speech and orders changed a lot.
At the same time, just after I gave the order, tens of thousands of magicians' various magic spells directly flooded the entire canyon mouth. . . . .
When the magic attack ended and the dust in the canyon dissipated, all that was left in front of everyone was an empty canyon with countless dead bones scattered around. Not far away, dozens of necromancers were running away like flying. . . . But they no longer had a chance to escape. How could a group of necromancers who had lost their puppet mages and undead troops possibly beat or outrun a group of orthodox high-level magicians? What’s more, the predecessors of those necromancers were some holy beast priests whose magic skills were not very good. . . . . .
Looking at the magician troops charging forward like wolves and tigers, I secretly prayed for those poor necromancers, hoping that they would not die too miserably! (To be continued)