Translator: AnubisTL
Most importantly, he had only just arrived in this area, so there was no logical reason for him to have been discovered so quickly.
The only explanation was that the Indigenous Allied Forces possessed some kind of detection method beyond his expectations.
"Damn it! The detection range of alchemy is still too limited!"
Jieming tried to activate his rune-imbued magical artifact to take flight, but discovered that the surrounding area had already been sealed off, preventing any aerial movement. His expression darkened instantly.
After all, alchemy and analysis art were not specialized reconnaissance spells. Even with Jieming's sixth-layer qi refining cultivation bolstering them, the maximum detection radius of these spells remained only about a hundred meters.
Their advantage lay in their meticulous examination of energy and matter, making them excellent for searching for materials.
But their weakness was precisely this: if the enemy had prepared in advance, they could easily surround him without his knowledge.
"Fuck! I need to research reconnaissance spells as soon as I get out of here!" Jieming's tone was venomous.
Being ambushed on such a massive scale and with such premeditation filled him with intense fury.
Jieming wasn't the type to slaughter enemies or harm innocents indiscriminately, but he was even less the type to tolerate being bullied.
Since the enemy had come looking for trouble, there was nothing left to discuss.
He slowly exhaled, his expression turning icy. "You want to kill me? Very well. Since you want a fight, I'll give you one!"
Jieming activated his mobility rune artifact. Though flight was restricted, the artifact was inscribed with the Light Body Technique, allowing him to move with unnatural agility.
His body blurred into a fleeting afterimage as he surged toward the weakest point in the Indigenous Allied Forces' outer flank. Jieming sensed that the life signatures were thinnest there.
He could also sense a steady stream of reinforcements converging on their position from the distance.
Breaking through the encirclement would be simple enough, but Jieming had no intention of letting his enemies off so easily.
If the earlier ambush could be dismissed as an accident, their current brazen assault demanded a "retaliation."
Merely eliminating this small group of enemies would be pointless, but charging headfirst into the main force would be suicidal.
Jieming understood that to inflict meaningful damage on a military force of this scale, he needed to disrupt their formations, cripple their supply lines, and shatter their command structure.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A torrential barrage of fireballs erupted from Jieming's hands, effortlessly annihilating the enemies before him and blasting a path through the encirclement.
Over the next few days, Jieming moved like a phantom along the fringes of the intense battlefield.
On the battlefield, the low consumption and near-limitless usage of rune-imbued magical artifacts were amplified to their full potential.
As long as the rune core remained intact and the surrounding environment replenished elemental essence at a rate matching his consumption, he could unleash a torrent of spells in short bursts, transforming himself into a mobile artillery platform.
Using the extreme speed granted by his mobility rune artifact, he would rapidly close the distance to enemies, then lightly deflect incoming arrows and magical attacks with his defense rune artifact.
Most crucially, he used his attack rune to precisely strike key targets within the Indigenous Allied Forces: shamans in distinctive attire, commanding officers, and logistical teams clearly transporting supplies.
More often, he simply hovered high in the sky, raining indiscriminate saturation fire upon the densest concentrations of indigenous forces until his rune-imbued magical artifact overheated, at which point he would swiftly withdraw.
To counter the indigenous forces' unknown reconnaissance methods, Jieming employed no fixed tactics, relying entirely on improvisation.
Like a madman flinging paint across a canvas, each stroke carried devastating power.
His overwhelming force quickly plunged the Indigenous Allied Forces into chaos and terror.
"What is that thing? A wizard?!"
"Impossible! How many spells has he cast already?! Why hasn't his mental power been exhausted?!"
"Quick! Stop him! The flanks are collapsing!"
The indigenous warriors had never encountered a wizard capable of such sustained spellcasting.
Their tactics were based on attrition warfare, exploiting the inherent weakness of wizards' limited mental power.
But Jieming's arrival shattered their assumptions.
His figure flickered along the battlefield's edge, leaving trails of afterimages. With each flash, entire ranks of indigenous warriors were blasted apart, collapsing in heaps.
The meticulously constructed encirclement, their grand hunting net, was repeatedly torn open by this unexpected "phantom."
In the Greyrock Realm's valley, despair coiled around the besieged Noren Academy apprentices like a frigid serpent.
The relentless rain of indigenous arrows and the knights' thunderous charges left them gasping for breath. The energy in their spell artifacts dwindled with each piercing wail, and the shattering of potion vials did nothing to stem the dual depletion of their mental power and willpower.
Augusta and Horn, the two geniuses who had once held such promise, were now pinned down by the indigenous forces' targeted tactics and overwhelming numbers, trapped in their own desperate struggle.
They stood like two towering trees in a raging storm, resilient yet steadily eroded by the relentless onslaught.
Just as the apprentices' defenses were about to collapse completely, an exceptionally brilliant light pierced the gloom shrouding the valley.
"Look! Over there!"
Someone shouted first, and many apprentices instinctively looked up. Through the crude images shared by their detection spell artifacts, they "saw" a distant point on the valley's perimeter.
The sight that met their eyes instantly banished their pain and fear of death.
It was a figure moving like a divine being, weaving through the flanks and rear of the Indigenous Allied Forces with reckless abandon.
Without a fixed trajectory, it darted left, right, forward, and back, moving so swiftly that it defied comprehension.
Each pause in his movements unleashed a cataclysmic torrent of elemental energy.
Fireballs rained down like a meteor shower, turning entire formations of indigenous warriors into scorched earth. The sheer density and relentless persistence of his attacks far exceeded their understanding of wizardry.
"What... what is that?!"
"Such intense elemental fluctuations! All from one person?!"
The apprentices were stunned.
They had never witnessed anyone casting high-level spells so continuously, as if their mental power were limitless.
The indigenous warriors' numerical advantage seemed utterly insignificant against this overwhelming force.
The indigenous forces surrounding the valley were thrown into chaos. The rain of arrows that had been converging on the valley thinned as the enemy suffered massive casualties on their flanks.
Hope!
In their desperate situation, a glimmer of salvation had appeared!
"Someone's helping us!"
"Is it reinforcements from the academy?"
"Reinforcements wouldn't come with just one person!"
"Whoever it is! While he's drawing the indigenous forces' fire, counterattack!"
The besieged apprentices rallied, seizing the opportunity during the enemy's brief disarray and redeployment. They struggled to reinforce their crumbling defenses and mount a desperate counteroffensive.
(End of the Chapter)
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