Mage Veigar

Chapter 733 Magical Corrosion
The rebels' winning strategies are nothing more than two points.

The first is that they have endless sources of soldiers with the support of civilians. Although these soldiers are not even as good as cannon fodder, they have the advantage of considerable numbers. As long as they are allowed to die, they are enough to resist the imperial army's repeated attacks.

Of course, this alone is not enough.

Because of the existence of civilians, as soon as they see that the situation is not right, they will run away and retreat without permission.

Therefore, the second key to victory is the rebel leader 'Coverdale' himself.

It is because he acts as the leader that the flock of sheep can fight bravely and to the death.

Before joining the rebels, Vega had wondered why the rebels could use human lives to win in war after war without collapsing. It was not until now that he realized that the personal charm of the rebel leader Coverdale was the crucial magic weapon for winning in every war. Just standing there, this man was a flag of victory.

But Coverdale is ultimately a man, not a god.

Even gods have their day of fall, let alone Coverdale, whose predecessor was not even a mage but a low-level officer?
As the leader of the flock, he bears the greatest pressure and risks in every war.

The Imperial Army must have wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, but since Coverdale was their spiritual pillar, they were too heavily guarded, and their assassinations all ended in failure, which is why the war has come to this point.

People stumble and horses stumble.

After a month-long war, Coverdale's spiritual pillar finally collapsed recently.

In the last war, a powerful shadow mage broke through in front of him and hit him in the abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground in front of everyone. Although he stood up again a few minutes later and won the war, and the rebel officials announced to the civilians that he had recovered after his return, Veigar, as an insider, knew that the situation was not optimistic.

"Can we still fight the next war?"

Vega took a look at the pale-faced man lying in Coverdale, and asked the doctor the question.

The doctor glanced at Coverdale and saw him nod. Then he said, "Although that blow was not fatal, the magic power left in the leader's body by the Shadow Mage is constantly corroding his internal organs. If the leader rests from today, relying on his own resistance and proper exercise, the magic power will be consumed within ten years."

The doctor paused.

Then he sighed and said, "But strenuous exercise will increase the load on the body, which will promote the erosion of magic power on the body. If the leader continues to fight wars as before, I am afraid he will not live for five years."

"So, Coverdale is not unable to participate in the war?"

Vega grasped the key point: not being able to consume physical energy excessively does not mean that you cannot consume physical energy.

The doctor nodded and said, "You can indeed participate in the war, Chief, but once you consume too much physical strength, the great pain caused by the erosion of the body by magic power is enough to make people faint. If you must participate in the war, please do not exceed three hours."

"Other than that?"

Vega asked in detail.

The doctor thought for a moment, then turned to Coverdale and said, "Due to the damage to your internal organs, you may not be able to get out of bed for a month. This month is the peak period of active magic erosion. No matter how painful it is, you need to rely on your willpower to persevere. Since the duration of magic erosion is unpredictable, it is recommended that you have someone shackle your body this month to prevent you from committing self-harm."

The words just fell.

Coverdale's already pale face turned as white as a sheet of paper, with beads of cold sweat dripping down his face. The nails of his hands even dug into his flesh, and his bloodshot eyeballs looked creepy.

Coverdale raised his head and opened his mouth as if he wanted to howl in pain. But he knew that he must not scream in such a place. If rumors spread, it would be very likely that the entire army would collapse. So he forced himself to hold back the huge pain, and tears dripped uncontrollably from his wide eyes down his cheeks.

This great pain lasted for half an hour.

Until this moment, Vega finally understood that the doctor's decision to have Coverdale restrained for 24 hours was not an exaggeration.

As if they had fought a battle that lasted for days and nights, Coverdale said weakly to Vega, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry to bother you. And doctor, thank you for your hard work. Please don't spread this matter."

"Of course there's no problem."

Vega nodded and said, “But what will you do about the next war? Judging from the current situation, without you leading the way, the rebels may be easily defeated by the Imperial Army.”

"I will be involved in the next war."

Coverdale took a deep breath and said, "Although I have always regarded you as my idol and have been imitating you, I hope to make myself look like a strong person by imitating you. But only now do I deeply understand that even if I spend my entire life, I can never imitate you even a little bit."

With a sad voice.

Coverdale said bitterly, "It turns out that I have never been a strong man, and I am destined to never become a strong man like you. But even so, I will continue to fight with the only fighting method I have, which belongs to the weak."

Boom boom boom——

The magic was roaring, and the imperial army seized the opportunity of Coverdale's injury and launched the war again.

Coverdale gritted his teeth, got out of bed without hesitation, put on his combat uniform, picked up his weapon and walked out.

"The rebels are finally losing."

Vega sighed. After all, this was reality rather than a heroic biography. Some things could not be overcome by perseverance alone, so the biggest possibility of this battle was that Coverdale would fall and the rebels would be defeated.

"Your Majesty, will you just sit there and do nothing?"

Hausman narrowed his eyes and smiled, "The fall of the rebels at this time is not good news for the Jialan Empire. Even if Coverdale wants to lose, I'm afraid you won't let him lose this war."

"Mr. Housman, you are probably the one who least wants Coverdale to lose."

Veigar chuckled and said, "From the beginning, you seemed to be hesitant to speak. Could it be that Coverdale's belief infected you, so that you couldn't help but speak out to stop him from fighting several times?"

"Your Majesty, don't forget that I once said that I hate this crude way of fighting."

"Besides, I don't have enough mercy to show to the weak."

Hausman opened his eyes and said, "But he's lucky. I once vowed to take revenge on Foster. Now I'm helping the defeated rebels win the war. I'm sure Foster will have a wonderful expression on his face."

Speaking of it.

Hausman couldn't help but let out a cold smile: "Your Majesty, please allow me to take over the next war."

(End of this chapter)