"This is... modern warfare..."
Standing on the Mage Tower, staring at the pitch-black land before him, the Chief of Shaping Type couldn't help but take a deep breath. The effect of such an attack could be achieved by mages too. He could, with the amplification from the Mage Tower of the Shaping Type, if he used all his strength, he could similarly turn this land into rubble.
But the problem is, this is a one-time thing. If he uses such a Legendary Rank spell, he estimates he'd be paralyzed for a hundred or eighty days to recover.
However, for the Heavenly Dao Palace, this was just a round of bombardment from near-Earth orbit.
"What's wrong, kid?"
Just at this moment, an immature voice came from beside the Chief of Shaping Type. Turning his head, he saw the Chief of Necromancy Class, with white hair and red eyes, appearing barely over ten years old, staring at him.
"You look half-dead."
"Master Colette..."
