Spellcasting Gods

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Almost every thrust of the sharp spears sent up a spray of blood. Hundreds of soldiers clutched their wounds and fell to the ground. Those lucky enough to be stabbed in vital areas such as the heart, throat, or eyes breathed their last breath with almost no pain.

Those who are unfortunate will struggle for a while longer, either being finished off by the rushing enemies, or losing too much blood and falling into a coma or shock, until finally dying.

Chapter 1061 Chaos is Gathering

Gazing at the carnage below, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and exclaim, "Ah! How wonderful! Nothing brings more physical and mental pleasure than the release of primal, savage instincts and desires. Laws, ethics, and morality are all just shackles imposed on people's minds by a tiny minority of individuals to build a stable, exploitative society. Just like a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth, they are merely a form of brainwashing and deception, designed to make more people accept realities that are unfavorable to them. They hinder individual evolution and development, and they also hinder the survival of the fittest within the entire group. The universe should be chaotic and disordered, not a stable form built on power, resources, and bloodlines."

Clearly, with the passing of a large number of lives, the omnipresent rules of death have become unprecedentedly concentrated, and at the same time, an extremely distorted and indescribable energy surrounds him.

It goes without saying that this is the power of chaos, originating from the beginning of the universe, and also the power that leads to the end of the universe's destruction.

Chaos represents disorder, unpredictability, and infinite possibilities.

In theory, nothing can rise above chaos, because it is the cornerstone of the entire universe and the progenitor of countless existing rules.

Interestingly, this force does not obey anyone, nor can it be constructed and used according to a certain pattern, like other forces.

It's like a card that hasn't been revealed yet; you have no idea whether it will be the King or the Joker when it's revealed.

Normally, someone like Zhang Cheng, who prefers absolute control, should hate the uncertainty of chaotic power the most.

But the reality is quite the opposite!

He not only sensed the true meaning of power and the greatness of the moment the universe was born from chaos, but also felt an unprecedented sense of identity.

powerful!

mysterious!

Full of unknowns!

Compared to the order that formed after the birth of the universe, chaos is undoubtedly more attractive.

Unfortunately, the mortals fighting on the wasteland below did not realize that their selfless slaughter at this moment was not, as the nobles and kings proclaimed, to defend the dignity of the great kingdom and the land from the invasion of hostile forces, but merely to satisfy the interests of some powerful being, a dispensable game and experiment.

war!

It is always an extremely selfish act!

If they win, the few ruling classes will benefit, but if they lose, the majority of ordinary people will bear the consequences.

Almost all intelligent life in the universe essentially uses killing and plunder to seize the resources needed for their survival, reproduction, and expansion.

The only difference is that those civilizations that have entered the interstellar age plunder resources from outer space, while those civilizations still bound to their home planet by gravity can only plunder each other.

As for so-called equal trade, it is essentially the plunder of inferior civilizations by dominant civilizations, exchanging high-value-added products formed through technological accumulation for important raw materials that the other party cannot currently utilize.

It may seem like a mutually agreeable transaction, but in reality, the weaker civilization has no right to refuse.

Some who don't care about reputation or face might even skip the trade altogether and send troops to occupy the raw material production areas, or even use the local indigenous people as unpaid slaves.

……

Gazing at the crumbling infantry formation in the distance, Baron Kelanster finally couldn't help but ask, "My lord! Our lines are about to crumble! Don't you think..."

"Don't rush, my good Baron. I'm waiting for the entire front to collapse, otherwise how could the enemy feel safe enough to order a full-scale attack? I need a victory, a decisive victory, to secure the ownership of at least half the kingdom. If the deaths of a mere tens of thousands of cannon fodder can bring this, I think it's well worth it." Kerwin pursed his lips, revealing a cold and cruel smile.

Would a tyrant care about the lives of his soldiers?

How can it be!

For him, the army was a consumable, a tool to realize his own ambitions and desires.

Compared to human soldiers who are prone to collapse and rebellion, magical puppets and monsters that will obey orders 100% are the truly reliable trump cards.

The only regret is that these most perfect tools ultimately did not belong to them.

To be precise, Kerwin only has the authority to command and use the equipment. Once he loses the support of his master, everything he has will vanish in an instant.

That is why he was so eager to quickly defeat the kingdom and establish a stable enough political system to ensure that he would not be discarded like trash.

"I see! I understand! Since you have such boldness, why don't I lead the cavalry in a charge, and then retreat completely in front of the infantry phalanx? In this way, the morale of those soldiers who are still holding on will definitely waver, and they will fall into panic and chaos, and they will be completely defeated in two or three minutes at the latest." Baron Kelanster grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Heh! To demoralize our own troops? You're quite the genius, Baron. Alright, I agree to your plan. But be careful, cavalry are a valuable resource. I'm counting on them to pursue and kill us later, so don't let them suffer too many casualties," Kerwin warned meaningfully.

"understand!"

Baron Kelanster pounded his chest, put on his helmet, mounted his warhorse, and galloped swiftly toward the cavalry phalanx that was preparing to charge to the side.

At his command, the cavalrymen who had been waiting for a long time tightened their armor, formed an assault formation, and began to slowly jog from the rear to accelerate. In no time, they rushed towards the flank of the infantry formation like a raging torrent.

The cavalry from the kingdom's direction also noticed this and launched an attack to intercept them almost simultaneously.

In large-scale battles like this, there are basically no clever tactics; it's mostly infantry against infantry and cavalry against cavalry. The only thing that can be manipulated is the time difference.

Whoever can make good use of the time difference between switching and coordinating between different troop types can catch the opponent off guard, then expand the victory from one point to another, and finally secure the win.

Cavalry against cavalry!

There are no fancy techniques involved!

The two sides collided head-on like tens of thousands of cars speeding along. Instantly, countless unlucky people fell off their horses and broke their necks.

Some were even more unfortunate, trampled into mincemeat by their comrades who caught up from behind; even their sturdy armor couldn't withstand the powerful limbs of their warhorses.

In fact, due to the fully enclosed helmet, hearing was severely affected. Coupled with the noisy environment of the battlefield, most cavalrymen would find it difficult to receive orders from their commanders once they entered battle.

All they can do is move forward!

forward!

Keep going!

Until one dies, or until one pierces through the enemy...

Chapter 1062 The Massacre That Arrived as Scheduled

Those who have never witnessed the clash of tens of thousands of cavalry can never truly imagine the overwhelming impact of such a massive stampede.

It wasn't just the strong visual impact, but also the deafening sound of horses' hooves and the vibrations from the ground.

The moment the knights collided, everything around them seemed to freeze.

Then, in the next second, one of the knights would be pierced by the lance of another knight, thrown into the air from his horse, and then crash heavily to the ground.

This is one of the most thrilling scenes on the battlefield in the era of cold weapons!

It's also a game where only the truly brave risk their lives!

The line between life and death is less than a second at this very moment!

Unfortunately, after only one round of fighting, Baron Calanster led his men in a large circle and turned back towards the woods not far behind.

His attitude was so resolute that he completely ignored the despair on the faces of the infantrymen.

It should be noted that these were mostly recruited under duress and severely undertrained new soldiers. They had been fighting alongside a small number of veterans against an enemy far stronger than themselves for more than half an hour, suffering casualties two to three times that of the enemy. The only reason they had been able to hold out until now was out of fear of the tyrant.

Because Kerwin threatened them that if anyone dared to turn and run away on the battlefield, not only would they be executed, but their families would also suffer.

But now, as the cavalry scattered and fled in near defeat, their last shred of morale was quickly exhausted.

Soldiers who lost hope of victory either threw down their weapons, raised their hands, and knelt down to surrender, or charged into the woods like madmen.

Within a distance of less than a kilometer, thousands of unfortunate men were caught up with and killed by the enemy cavalry. Dark red blood stained the ground, and every few steps there was a corpse with its eyes open, revealing its fear of death.

"Pursue! The entire army, pursue them! Kill all these rebels!" The commander of the kingdom's army, his face flushed, drew his sword and shouted.

According to normal war common sense, in the current situation, there is basically no chance of turning the tide, which is a good opportunity to expand the gains.

No one would have imagined that such a terrifying danger was lurking in that dense forest.

But soon, this commander paid the price for his orders—a heavy and fatal price…

Just as the two hundred-plus cavalry vanguard, their eyes already bloodshot with rage, approached the woods, three enormous steel golems burst forth, hurling them and their horses into the air. The killing machines attached to their arms tore all the targets to pieces in less than two seconds, scattering limbs and internal organs everywhere in a visually striking display.

"Damn it! What is that?!" A cavalry officer hurriedly reined in his horse, staring dumbfounded at the enormous, silvery creature dozens of meters away.

Body size is always the primary criterion for most intelligent beings to judge strength.

Large size means strong vitality and difficulty in being killed, and also means great strength, which can easily grab objects weighing hundreds of kilograms or even tons as weapons.

"I...I don't know! But I think we'd better get away from here as soon as possible."

"That's right! I don't want to fight a steel giant like that!"

"Scatter! Scatter now! Stop the pursuit!"

……

Amidst the chaos, more and more steel golems left the cover of the woods, taking quick steps to rush towards the nearest enemy and unleash a frenzied slaughter.

They are like the Grim Reaper, ruthlessly reaping the flesh and blood and lives of their victims. Even if they are hit by boulders thrown by catapults, at most their limbs will be deformed, and they can quickly get up and continue their previous work.

At the same time, the monster, which contained a trace of the power of rules, was not to be outdone. With its unparalleled speed and agile leaps, it flanked and surrounded the enemy's infantry formation from both sides.

In just a few minutes, the balance of power between offense and defense was completely reversed.

Looking down at the once arrogant royal army, Kerwin grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, and without turning his head, ordered, "Charge! Kill them all! Remember! I don't need prisoners, and I don't need ransom. What I want is for the royal family to bleed."

“As you wish, my lord.” Baron Kelanster snapped off his visor and shouted to the eager cavalry behind him, “Brave warriors! The time for revenge has come! Come, let us bring fear and death to those arrogant enemies.”

"We are fear and death!"

"Charge!"

With the sharp neighing of warhorses, the pre-arranged traps finally closed in.

Despite the fierce resistance of tens of thousands of veterans of the kingdom, who tried to hold out in order to secure a chance for negotiations.

But they were not facing an ordinary army, but a group of steel golems that were impervious to swords and spears, and monsters that knew nothing of fear and only knew how to obey orders.

In less than ten minutes, more than a third of the soldiers fell in pools of blood, their corpses even being eaten or dismembered beyond recognition.

This nightmarish feeling caused many of the remaining soldiers to suffer mental breakdowns, with a small number even preferring suicide to letting the enemy get close.

"They're finished! Congratulations, my dear friend, you've achieved a glorious victory. Half the kingdom is now defenseless, like a delicate maiden, ready to be possessed with a mere push." ​​Isolt flattered his ally while keeping his gaze fixed on the legion of spellcasters who hadn't made a move from beginning to end.

Although the opposing side doesn't have many people, totaling less than fifty.