The great Yale magician in mid-air felt the powerful magical power from these fiery red rays of light, and was horrified.
If he saw it correctly, these fiery red lights were probably the lights caused by the so-called magic cannonballs.
If these magic shells were allowed to fall into the array of the Saint Joan Legion, the consequences would be disastrous.
Thinking of this, the Yale magician did not dare to hesitate, and activated all the magic power in his body. Several bolts of lightning shot out of his hands, hitting the magic bullets.
However, just when the lightning touched those flaming red rays of light, a faint cyan light lit up at the same time outside those rays of light, which instantly completely canceled out these few lightning bolts and failed to have any impact on them at all.
The great magician of Yale was immediately shocked.
Even though these bolts of lightning may look inconspicuous, they are actually Thunder Fury, one of the eighth-level magics. Any bolt of lightning contains terrifying power.
He originally thought that he could directly destroy those magic cannonballs with magic, but he didn't expect that the magic cannonball itself could protect against magic attacks, and could even withstand powerful eighth-level magic attacks!
However, at this time, there was no time for him to be surprised and consider the reason. Seeing that the magic bullets were about to fall, the Yale magician did not dare to hesitate at all. He activated all the magic power in his body and laid down a range in mid-air. A huge magic shield enveloped the soldiers of the Saint Joan Legion below.
Yale's great magician is best at wind magic. This wind magic shield, which is enough to withstand level nine magic attacks and even offset some forbidden spell magic attacks, opens up and immediately forms a light cyan light curtain in the air, lighting up the sky. All dyed into a ball of light blue.
The soldiers of the St. Joan Legion below watched several rays of light representing magic bullets falling. Just when they were panicking, they saw the Yale magician opening a magic shield, and they were relieved.
However, just as the smiles appeared on their faces, they discovered that after the rays of fiery red light hit the magic shield opened by Yale's great magician, their speed did not even slow down at all, and they directly penetrated the magic shield. . It fell straight down.
“Boom, boom, boom, boom—”
Several rays of fiery red light fell, immediately triggering an extremely violent explosion of numbers.
The fire exploded, followed by countless soldiers of the Saint Joan Legion being blown up directly, and the scene instantly fell into chaos.
Regal's eyes widened. He glanced at the chaotic scene in great shock, then suddenly raised his head to look at the great Yale magician in the sky, feeling a chill in his heart.
The Great Magician of Yale can be said to be his greatest reliance against the troops of the Kingdom of Luersen and the possible new escorts of the Flying Chamber of Commerce. However, now it turns out that the Great Magician of Yale cannot provide any protection to the legion. Then St. Joan How should the legion meet the enemy
Only Bileger, the great Yale magician in mid-air, was more shocked.
This magic shield was developed independently by himself. I was proud of a high-level wind magic shield, but I didn't expect that not only did it fail to block those magic cannonballs, it didn't even hinder them in the slightest.
Thinking that the few lightning balls he had fired just now were easily defused by these magic shells, the great magician of Yale only felt a chill in his heart.
If two magicians were facing off, of course he could find another way to deal with it.
But now his main task is to provide support and the most important protection for the St. Joan Army below, but he can't do it at all, so isn't it meaningless for him to be here
The great magician of Yale couldn't help but lower his head and look down. Seeing the chaotic and tragic scene below, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in his heart.
Turning his head again, he met the eyes of Regel who looked up.
Their eyes met. In an instant, he understood what the other person was thinking.
Reger gritted his teeth, loudly summoned his adjutant, and ordered him: "Reorganize the entire army and withdraw!"
The adjutant was stunned: "Retreat? Lord Earl, do you mean... let us retreat?"
They had just entered the territory of the Luersun Kingdom. Not to mention completing the established strategic mission, without even seeing the enemy, the Legion Commander actually issued a retreat order? This is too ridiculous!
"Stop talking nonsense!" Regel grabbed the adjutant's collar angrily and roared with ferocious eyes: "Pass the order immediately and the entire army retreats! Do you understand?"
The adjutant was shocked. He nodded vigorously and turned around to pass on the order.
But just as he turned around and before he could take two steps out, dozens of fiery red lights suddenly flew from both sides in the air.
The great magician of Yale, who still hadn't recovered from the blow just now, was stunned for a moment. That's when the attack was discovered.
In shock, Yale's great magician had no time to think about it, and all his magic power was running at full speed, throwing out all the protective magic he had mastered.
For a time, the lights of various colors in the sky above the Saint Joan Legion were superimposed layer by layer, dyeing the sky colorful. It's really beautiful.
However... this is of no use.
The dozens of fiery red rays of light were still the same as before, effortlessly penetrating the gorgeous-looking magic shields and falling directly into the Saint Joan Legion formation.
“Boom, boom, boom, boom—”
A series of violent explosions resounded across the sky, and every explosion and fire blasted a huge gap in the Saint Joan Legion formation.
After the bombardment, the St. Joan Legion, which could barely maintain its formation just now, was now in complete chaos.
In fact, only a few thousand soldiers were directly connected to the Internet during the two bombings, which did not affect the foundation of the St. Joan Legion at all.
However, in this situation where the enemy cannot even be seen and will be attacked. The key is that this kind of attack cannot be resisted even by the extremely powerful Great Magician. The morale of the St. Joan Legion has been severely hit. All the soldiers Their hearts were filled with fear.
Reger opened his mouth wide, looked at the unrecognizable corpse at his feet, and swallowed hard.
This corpse was the adjutant he had just sent out to deliver the order.
A magic cannonball happened to land on his path, blowing him back directly in front of Regel.
If the magic-less cannonball was slightly deflected and landed on Regeer's head, Regeer could be sure that he would be dead at this moment.
Thinking of this, Regel felt a chill in his heart.
I heard before that the Glorious Legion was on the verge of total annihilation, and that the Legion Commander, Count Antusor, even died on the spot. He was still laughing at Count Antusor in his heart.
Even if you can't fight, you can still escape, right
However, after entering the battle in person today, he discovered that Count Antusol was definitely the same as him. I immediately thought of running away.
But how to escape in the face of this extremely weird attack
"call-"
Suddenly a gust of wind sounded around him, and the great magician from Yale flew down next to Regel.
"Count Reger, give the order to retreat." The great magician of Yale didn't look as calm as before at this moment, and his expression was full of anxiety. There was also a hint of panic that could not be concealed.
Reger glanced at him, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared in his heart.
This great Yale magician has always had a condescending attitude since he saw him. Now that he can't use his magic, he is much more afraid of him than he is.
"Well, we have to withdraw..." Reger nodded, but did not deny the suggestion of the great magician of Yale. "Your Majesty the Great Mage, please do me a favor and use amplification magic to convey the order to retreat."
The great magician of Yale glanced at the chaotic situation around him and knew that it would be really difficult to quickly spread the order to every place at this time, so he nodded. Flying into the air again, his magic power spread out.
"Your Majesty the Count ordered the entire army to retreat!"
Regel below almost fell to the ground.
Did he give an order to retreat like this
Sure enough, after hearing the voice of Yale's great magician, the soldiers of the Saint Joan Legion who were still in a state of confusion and confusion were stunned for a moment, then turned around with a bang and fled in the direction they came from.
Regel stared dumbfoundedly at the soldiers disintegrating like a tide, feeling extremely regretful.
He really shouldn't have chosen to let Yale's Great Magician, a guy with no knowledge of military knowledge at all, give him the order to retreat.
How can these soldiers be called a retreat now? They are simply fleeing!
This is the worst-case scenario on the battlefield. This means that the soldiers have simply lost their organization and even their sanity, and it is impossible to follow any command anymore.
Seeing the panicked expressions on most of the soldiers, Regel smiled bitterly in his heart.
Is this still the St. George Legion that I am proud of
But he was not qualified to blame his soldiers. Because even he, the commander of the legion, lost his position under such a strange and violent attack, so much so that he made the mistake of letting the great magician of Yale deliver the retreat order instead.
The great magician of Yale in mid-air saw the soldiers fleeing below, but he didn't care much.
After thinking for a moment, he flew to the side of the magician's men who were also panicking and could only fly up in the air and didn't know what to do. He explained a few words to them, then turned around and flew back to Regel.
"Count Reger. Let me cover your retreat."
Regel looked at him and nodded.
Both of them knew very well that without the cover of Yale's great magician, it was unknown whether Reger could retreat safely even as the legion commander.
And if Regel, the commander of the army, were killed here, then the Yale Archmage, as the highest-level magician accompanying the army, would definitely be held accountable by the military after he returned.
As long as the two of them can save their lives, even if the Saint Joan Legion is wiped out, there is still a chance.
After obtaining Regel's consent, Yale's great magician grabbed Regel's arm, activated his magic power, and a dark space crack appeared in front of the two of them.
The great magician of Yale casually released a magic shield on Regel, pulling him into the space crack.
A moment later, the two men appeared on a plain about two or three kilometers away from the battlefield.
Turning around and looking around, he saw countless fiery red lights streaking across the sky in the distance, falling towards the battlefield where the two of them were just now.
"Boom boom boom boom—"
Listening to the explosions that kept coming from far away, both Regel and the great magician of Yale had their faces as deep as water.
The two of them escaped safely, but it is difficult to say how many of the Saint Joan Legion will be left behind... (~^~)