Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

Chapter 233 West Fortress

Chapter 233 West Fortress

West Fortress.

The sky is like a piece of clear blue crystal, with soft sunlight pouring down. White cotton-like clouds float leisurely, as if telling of the tranquility of the past.

However, the strong smell of blood in the air and the broken body parts everywhere on the ground ruthlessly shattered this beauty and displayed the cruel reality of war before their eyes without reservation.

Above the entire fortress, a huge white storm was raging wildly. With terrifying pressure, it fell fiercely on the vast land and completely enveloped the fortress guarded by the powerful military magician.

Who could have imagined that this terrifying white storm that covered the sky and the sun was actually composed of a densely packed army of tens of thousands of White Magic Eagles!

The sharp screams of the white devil eagles cut through the air fiercely, so sharp and piercing that they pierced people's eardrums and made people shudder.

When their broad wings flap, they create strong air currents that connect with each other, forming a never-ending, whistling white whirlwind.

Pairs of eyes filled with greed and ferocity, like cold stars, stared intently at the human city in the distance that was crumbling in the flames of war, as if they were going to devour it in the next second.

This city of Hangzhou had their favorite delicacies, and they smelled the delicious aroma released by the plague...

In the fortress, the power of magic roared wildly. The elementary magic skills were like colorful fireworks with a breath of death, blooming continuously in the sky above the fortress.

Red fire, blue ice, purple thunder, lights of different colors intertwined and collided with each other, and a thick breath of elemental destruction quickly spread, enveloping this land devastated by war.

On the ground, the charred soil emitted bursts of heat, broken bricks and stones of the city wall were scattered all over the ground, and the flags stained with blood were swaying weakly in the wind, as if wailing for this cruel war.

Many powerful mages stood in the air, their postures upright but revealing a bit of fatigue and determination. They were deeply surrounded by countless wings, sharp beaks and fangs, but they still did not retreat, and their eyes flashed with determination. The gorgeous and dazzling constellations and star maps around them shone with a breathtaking brilliance, forming a sharp contrast with the chaotic and bloody battlefield around them.

The flames in the sky fell like blazing meteors; that was the doomsday funeral of the White Demon Eagle.

The feathers burned in the raging fire, making crackling sounds, and the body gradually turned into ashes under the flames. The rising black smoke filled the air, dyeing the originally blue sky into a shocking fiery red.

The ground below was covered with burnt feathers and broken corpses, and the air was filled with a sickening burnt smell.

A pair of eyes of death emitting strange light, as if coming from the abyss of the underworld, suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

The gray-white god of death followed closely behind. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be frozen. The white devil eagles instantly lost the luster of life and turned into lifeless sculptures. They fell in pieces, hitting the ground heavily with a dull sound, and then shattered into pieces, raising a cloud of dust.

A dark mage raised his hands high, muttering something, and powerful magic surged around him, gradually reversing day and night. When the dark ritual was completed, darkness was like a huge curtain, completely dominating the area.

The originally bright battlefield instantly fell into pitch-black darkness. The sharp eyes that the White Magic Eagles were so proud of were useless here. They could only flutter their wings in panic in the darkness, making terrified cries, and fell into endless fear and confusion. In the dark corners, the low roars of unknown creatures were faintly heard, adding a bit of horror to the atmosphere.

A huge blood beast roared and leaped up, like a flowing blood-red flame, rushing into the dark battlefield. Not long after, the screams of the white magic eagles came one after another. Under the cover of the night, they ushered in a terrible nightmare. Wherever the blood beast passed, it left a shocking blood mark. The blood of the white magic eagle fell like raindrops, dyeing the ground a deep red. High-level light magic was like a shining arrow of holy light. The light fell and accurately penetrated the bodies of the white magic eagles, shooting them down one by one.

The light was particularly dazzling in the darkness, like the dawn of hope, illuminating the land shrouded in war. Every flash of light was accompanied by a scream from the White Magic Eagles, whose bodies drew arcs in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

Although elementary magic can build a continuous bombing line of defense over the Western Fortress and temporarily block the invasion of the White Magic Eagles, it is the high-level wizards and their powerful high-level magic that can really deal an effective blow to these ferocious magic eagles.

With the heroic participation of the palace guards, the arrogance of the White Magic Eagles was finally suppressed. For a whole night, the shouts of killing, the roar of magic, and the screams of the White Magic Eagles intertwined and resounded through the sky.

Countless white magic eagles died here, their bones piled up like a mountain, re-washing this land. On the ground, blood gathered into streams, flowing along the potholes, mixing with the soil, forming a dark red mud.

The Eagle Tribe's monarch seemed to realize that the current force was not enough to break through the human fortress defenses.

It gave a sharp cry, giving the order to retreat.

Thus, the storm-like White Devil Eagle Legion gradually dispersed after dawn and flew towards their mountains.

However, this was far from over, and the situation was still not optimistic. They did not retreat to their nests, but gathered in the forest closest to the fortress. Under the morning light, the forest looked eerie and strange, as if it was hiding countless dangers. The white magic eagles were ready to launch a more violent attack at any time.

When a large number of demons invaded the city like a raging black wave, the most powerful beings would often carefully assess the strength of their opponents or patiently look for the right time to attack. After all, at this critical moment of life and death, any wrong judgment could lead to devastating consequences.

The Silver Dome Lord, as a powerful existence on the demon side, was now observing the power of the human side with a cold and sharp gaze. Its huge body exuded a chilling pressure, and its wings trembled slightly, as if accumulating endless power. Zhu Meng and other super-class mages also did not dare to slack off. They observed the Silver Dome Lord's every move with full concentration, trying to understand its hidden intentions and movements.

In this fierce confrontation, the contest between the strongest of both sides is undoubtedly the most crucial.

It can be said that whichever side's strongest being can win this peak showdown means which side will achieve the final victory.

If the Silver Dome Lord wins this fierce battle, the city of Hangzhou will fall into an abyss of no return and become a horror paradise where the White Devil Eagle wreaks havoc. By then, the city will be completely destroyed, the homes of mankind will be reduced to ruins, and countless lives will disappear in the bloody storm.

And if Zhu Meng and other super-class wizards can successfully defeat the Lord of the Silver Dome, it will not only mean that humans have successfully protected the city, but also mean that in the long years to come, the shadow of the White Magic Eagle will no longer cover this land, and humans will regain tranquility and peace, no longer suffering from the threat of the white magic of Xiling.

Zhu Meng could only leave the plague issue to Lin Lan. It was thanks to Lin Lan that the human side had an extra super-class wizard.

Zhu Meng now puts all his energy into the Western Fortress. As long as the fortress is there and the city is there, if the fortress is destroyed, they will be the first to die.

If the White Demon Eagle wants to rush into Hangzhou City, it will have to cross the bodies of these military mages.

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(End of this chapter)

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