Translator: AnubisTL
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Twelve fireballs roared down from the sky, trailing long, fiery tails as they slammed into the densely packed ranks of the indigenous forces below.
In that instant, Jieming's focus had already shifted to the next set of rune-imbued magical artifacts.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Another twelve fireballs!
A split second later, the third set of artifacts activated.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Another twelve fireballs!
With his formidable mental power and terrifying computational ability, Jieming could simultaneously maintain his defensive and mobility spells while activating three fireball-type rune-imbued magical artifacts at once. Each artifact, when pushed to its limit, could unleash four fireballs per cycle.
He divided the remaining nine offensive artifacts into three groups, rotating their activation in sequence.
This meant that, theoretically, Jieming could unleash a staggering thirty-six fireballs per second, bombarding the enemy below with relentless, uninterrupted fury!
Switching between artifacts with millisecond precision demanded immense mental and computational strain.
Yet, thanks to his mental fortitude far surpassing that of ordinary apprentices, Jieming relentlessly maintained this hellish rhythm of spellcasting.
This was firepower beyond the imagination of any ordinary wizard apprentice—a ceaseless, unending torrent of magical energy, an almost limitless flood of spells!
Below, the Indigenous Allied Forces had just launched their final assault, their momentum surging like a crimson tide, poised to crush the apprentices' last line of defense.
But instead of meeting feeble resistance from the apprentices, they were greeted by... death from the heavens.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Terrifying explosions echoed across the battlefield as countless fireballs pounded the earth, shaking the ground with each impact.
Flames soared skyward, bathing the entire valley in a blood-red glow. The intense heat instantly vaporized the soil and vegetation, leaving behind scorched craters.
The Indigenous Allied Forces' proud, tightly packed formations crumbled under this indiscriminate barrage.
Their metal armor twisted and melted under the fireballs' relentless assault, while their flesh turned to ash in the inferno.
The arrow rain ceased, the knights' charge faltered, and the shamans' chants were abruptly silenced.
Fear spread through the indigenous ranks like a virus, paralyzing their will to fight.
Against the apprentices' spells, they had relied on their superior numbers and coordinated tactics to wear down the enemy. But this endless, celestial annihilation shattered their courage completely.
"No! What kind of hellish thing is this?!"
"Run! It's a natural disaster!"
Terror, despair, soul-shattering panic, hysteria...
The indigenous warriors fell in droves, their defensive line collapsing like a sandcastle.
The commander's desperate roars were drowned out by the thunderous explosions. Any attempts to organize a counterattack were instantly extinguished by the next wave of fireballs.
The rune-imbued magical artifacts, pushed to their limits, began to buckle under the strain.
The casing of the fireball talisman seal artifact on Jieming's back rapidly turned crimson, radiating terrifying heat. The runes on its surface even seemed to warp and distort.
This intense energy output threatened to overload the artifact at any moment.
However, Jieming's rapid switching between artifacts allowed them brief cooling periods, barely sustaining the circulation.
Meanwhile, the elemental energy in the upper atmosphere was quickly being depleted.
The air above Jieming visibly distorted, creating a vacuum-like region devoid of elemental energy. The potency of his spells began to wane.
Instantly activating his mobility rune, Jieming swiftly repositioned himself and his spell artifact array, seeking a new area rich in elemental energy to continue his relentless barrage.
He shifted his position in the sky like a death spirit strolling through the heavens, each step accompanied by the wails and death throes of the indigenous warriors below.
The Indigenous Allied Forces had never encountered such a sustained, high-density barrage of firepower.
Some of them might have witnessed high-rank wizards effortlessly annihilating armies and destroying kingdoms, but such power felt distant, like a nightmare lacking any sense of reality.
Jieming's attacks were different. Though his power paled in comparison to that of high-rank wizards, it allowed the indigenous people to truly grasp the terror of such might.
Their tactics, their courage, their sheer numbers—all became meaningless against this relentless bombardment.
Not that no one attempted to retaliate. But any large gathering of people was immediately targeted.
Even the sporadic attacks launched by their strongest warriors were easily evaded by Jieming, and those that slipped through were blocked by the four layers of defenses surrounding his body.
Moreover, the wizard apprentices trapped in the valley weren't dead either.
Unable to mount an effective counterattack and caught in a pincer movement from both the sky and the ground...
Thus, the rout began.
Indigenous soldiers threw down their weapons, let out anguished cries, and scattered in panic.
The officers and shamans who tried to maintain order were swiftly consumed by merciless fireballs.
The entire valley transformed into a fiery purgatory, a graveyard for the indigenous people.
Jieming coldly surveyed the scene from above, his relentless torrent of spells continuing until no living, mobile indigenous figures remained below.
Single-handedly, wielding the transcendent power granted by his rune-imbued magical artifact, he had utterly crushed the entire Indigenous Allied Forces!
The besieged apprentices refrained from excessive pursuit. After confirming their safety, they stared blankly at the figure hovering above and the scorched battlefield below, speechless for a long moment.
The despair that had gripped their hearts was completely purged, replaced by a tidal wave of awe and reverence.
In truth, if the thousands of wizard apprentices had been under unified command, they could have unleashed destructive power rivaling or even surpassing Jieming's.
But alas, these apprentices were too "clever" to simply obey another's leadership.
Without coordinated deployment, their individual bursts of power might have far exceeded Jieming's, but they lacked sustained offensive capability and suffered from severe firepower overflow in certain areas.
Sensing the anti-air force below had dissipated, Jieming slowly descended.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt countless gazes converging on him from all directions.
"What are you staring at?!"
Jieming glared at the wizard apprentices, who had let the enemy escape while fixated on him, his face twisted with anguish.
"They're getting away! Why aren't you chasing them?!"
"Ah? Oh, right!"
Though theoretically there was no hierarchical relationship between them, every wizard apprentice who heard Jieming's words instinctively shrank back and hurried after the fleeing Indigenous Allied Forces.
Among the apprentices, however, two distinct groups stood out with peculiar expressions. At the center of each group were the two most renowned geniuses of their cohort: Augusta and Horn.
"Hmm?"
Jieming noticed the odd intensity in their gazes and instinctively turned to look at them.
(End of the Chapter)
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