A chat group for a certain tower warlock

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"That's why I hate exploding Originium Bugs so much!" Ghost Shark kicked an Originium Bug that was about to explode off the city wall. Watching the bug explode in mid-air, taking several Originium Bugs with it, she took a deep breath. "These creatures are just too troublesome! Too troublesome!"

Standing at the very back, the Doctor looked helplessly at the battlefield before him. For the first time, he realized how troublesome the Originium Bugs were, especially the explosive ones. The violent explosions were completely useless against the soldiers' protective gear. Killing one Originium Bug almost meant the sacrifice of a soldier.

"West flank, where are our reserves? Send them up and hold the west flank steady!" the doctor shouted at the breached west flank, and he quickly received a reply.

"Doctor, the reserve team has been dispatched to the east side!"

"What about my guards? Send them in!"

"The guards went to the ammunition depot to protect the ammunition and went to fight the Originium Bugs!"

"[Yan Kingdom profanity]! I've never fought such a humiliating battle!" For the first time, the Doctor felt how scarce his troops were. The enemy's main force hadn't even attacked yet, and their city was already on the verge of falling!

As for why the Doctor was commanding the army, it was because when the city defense commander tried to block the Originium bugs attacking the main cannon of the city defense, he was blown to pieces by the dozen or so Originium bugs surrounding him, along with a secondary cannon.

"Kal'tsit, where's Kal'tsit? Send her with Mon3tr to support the west flank!"

"Doctor Kal'tsit has gone to guard the main gun!"

"Doctor, the eastern front has also been breached! The casualties are heavy, including..."

"[Yan Kingdom profanity]! I don't care about casualty figures, I want the position!" the Doctor roared at the messenger who came to deliver the message. "Tell the city lord right now to send me a batch of reinforcements!"

He then turned to another communications officer, "Tell Huang and the others to hold out no matter what, absolutely do not let the Originium Bugs break through into the artillery positions! Also, order Sharp to defend the ammunition depots to the death, make sure the ammunition supply is guaranteed, and the same goes for the factories below..."

"The lower-level factory has been breached!" The communications officer slammed down the phone and shouted to the doctor, "Doctor, the factory's defenses have been breached! Requesting backup!"

"[Yan Kingdom profanity]! Who else... Oh right, send Scout and Hellagur to provide support!"

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One kilometer outside the city, the Black Pharaoh quietly watched the mobile city that was about to be breached, his face without any ripples. In his opinion, if the Originium Bug army that he had spent so many resources to build could not even break through the outer city wall defense line, then it was truly useless!

"Pharaoh, the enemy's resistance is extremely fierce. We can't take down the Originium Bug forces for the time being!" Vasily bent slightly and whispered to the Black Pharaoh standing at the forefront of the chariot, "The reinforcements from Syracuse have already set off, heading this way in high-speed landships, right...?"

"Order the desert soldiers to prepare for the charge!" the Black Pharaoh said calmly. He knew Vasily's meaning, of course. With their current strength, it was obviously impossible for them to fight against the entire Syracuse.

"Yes, Pharaoh!" Vasily bowed deeply, then raised his staff high, and a purple-green spell was launched into the sky. Instantly, the troops, which had been as silent as steel, began to charge forward.

Seeing that the enemy's main force had begun its attack, the doctor became even more anxious. He looked at the communications officer and ordered, "Order the artillery to open fire at full power, target that formation, and give them a good beating!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously sparse city defense cannons seemed to come back to life, continuously firing huge shells at the direction of the rushing army, and the battlefield was instantly covered by an explosion cloud.

Under the doctor's expectant gaze, the army emerged unscathed from the smoke of the explosion and continued their assault on the mobile city. Vasily, positioned in the center, held his staff high, and a dark green magical shield enveloped the army, blocking all the cannonballs!

"Where's the main cannon? Fire at them! I refuse to believe that the city's main cannon can't penetrate your magical turtle shell!"

At a command, the city's main cannon, which had been ready for battle, finally fired its first shot. A cannonball several times larger than the others was fired and flew toward the army in the distance. Under the curious gaze of the Black Pharaoh and the serious and solemn gaze of Vasily, it hit the dark green magic shield!

The immense kinetic energy of the heavy projectile instantly pierced through the shield and, to Vasily's horrified gaze, precisely struck the front-line army formation. Subsequently, a beautiful mushroom cloud appeared within the formation!

"Bong~~~~~!"

"Good!" The doctor slammed his fist on the table. This shot was truly impressive and showed great spirit. Sure enough, the city defense cannon at full power was powerful, and it pierced through the turtle shell with one shot!

We just don't know how many people died on the other side. Let's pray that this isn't a small loss.

Chapter 182: Sensing is fine, but touching the whole body is not!

"Don't get your hopes up. At most, they've lost three to five hundred people, but their total number is thirty thousand!"

"Who!" Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice, the Doctor turned around abruptly, drawing his Originium Pistol from his robes and pointing it at the newcomers behind him. He paused slightly, taken aback by the two individuals' peculiar attire.

This outfit looks so much like those two people, yet there are also significant differences.

“No need to doubt it anymore, I am the person you think I am.” One of them winked at the doctor and pointed to his chest. “Does your heart still hurt?”

"...Why are you here? No, why are you only arriving now!" The doctor was taken aback, and immediately thought of the strange enhanced organ under his chest. He put away his pistol, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and gestured to the tense crowd around him, "Alright, put it away, we're allies."

Yarman shook off his gold and white hooded robe, strolled leisurely to his side, and looked at the electronic map in front of him, which was full of red crosses. "It's only been a short time since the war started, and so many points have already been lost?"

"Don't even mention it, even the city defense commander was blown up." The doctor sighed in distress. He picked up a cigarette from the side and took a deep drag. "There are too many Originium Bugs, too many places to defend, our forces are scattered, and the losses are too fast. Even my guards have been sent out."

“You could reduce your troop strength a bit,” Yarman said, frowning slightly as he looked at the 3D map in front of him. “You’ve spread your battlefield too wide. Just blow up and leave the unnecessary areas undefended.”

“I’ve already shrunk twice, and we have no strategic depth left.” The doctor exhaled a smoke ring and poked at the map. “The bottom is the industrial area, where they manufacture weapons. If we lose that, we’re finished. The middle is the loading area. If we lose that, the artillery will be useless. And the top is here. We can’t lose that either.”

"The lowest level of the mobile city and the positions directly below the city wall are gone. If we move any further in, we will have to retreat to the inner city and fight them in the outer city. But that won't work. If we lose the artillery positions and the city wall, our losses will be enormous, and we may not even be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive."

Looking at the troubled doctor, Yarman pointed to the surveillance video on the outer wall in front of him, "Actually, I think you should prepare to withdraw from the inner city and fight street battles in the outer city. Look at the other side, only the vanguard has suffered some losses, and they are now attacking the mobile city."

"Furthermore, I don't know if you've noticed, but a natural disaster is coming!"

"A natural disaster?!" ×n

The entire command post was immediately taken aback. Several messengers rushed to the instruments and began to observe the concentration of Originium particles in the sky. The results from the instruments made their expressions change drastically.

"Doctor, the conditions for the natural disaster have been met. The disaster is irreversible!"

Upon hearing this, the doctor's heart sank again. He immediately gave the order, "Order the personnel in the station area to prepare the high-speed trains for evacuation. The factory area should evacuate first, followed by the loading area. Order the artillery to use up all their shells and destroy all the city's defensive artillery before retreating. The ground troops should cover the rear!"

After saying that, he sighed, picked up the tablet, and walked towards the door. "Let's go, retreat! Tell the city lord to stop sending conscripts to the city walls and quickly start setting up the defenses of the inner city and prepare for street fighting."

Just as everyone was about to leave, a deafening explosion resounded throughout the command room, and the entire city wall shook as if an earthquake had struck. Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance. The Black Pharaoh had made his move!

"I'll go out and take a look. You and the Doctor go first." Yarman stretched his body and walked towards the door. As soon as he stepped out, a huge energy ball emitting a strong stench and full of blasphemous aura was flying towards the city wall. At this moment, the Black Pharaoh put down his staff amidst the worshipful gazes of the crowd.

Sensing the fear in the hearts of the soldiers around him, Yarman slowly raised his staff. A golden magic circle appeared at the tip of the staff. He somewhat clumsily guided the magical energy, connecting it with the energy of heaven and earth, and condensed it into a long magical shield stretching for several kilometers in front of the city wall.

How long has it been since I last used witchcraft? Five hundred years? Or a thousand years?

Quietly watching the incoming energy ball, sensing the dreamlike energy and massive amounts of negative emotions mixed within it, Yarman's expression remained unchanged. The light from the star was drawn to him, forming a shield with the Originium particles.

"boom!"

Just seconds later, the energy ball collided with the shield, and a violent energy reaction took place in the air. Countless tiny streams of energy burst out from the collision, leaving small scratches on the city wall.

Yarman gently raised his staff, and countless magical threads swept through the air, easily piercing the shield and simultaneously penetrating the magical layers of the energy orb, deconstructing it into raw energy and information.

In a short while, the shield and energy ball disappeared into the air, leaving only dense, tiny scratches on the city wall to tell of how intense the collision between the two spells had been.

"..."×2

Yarman stared silently at the Black Pharaoh, his face expressionless. He was certain that the other party didn't know this was his alternate account, but the other party definitely remembered his presence now; he was being targeted.

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, he came here to fight him. If he gets remembered, so be it.

"Free fire!"

Taking advantage of a lull in their battle, the artillery commander gave the final order for free fire, and all the city's defensive cannons, as if on steroids, fired incessantly at the advancing desert soldiers' ranks.

Under such dense barrage of shells, the magical shield that the opposing wizard had deployed in the air was like a piece of paper, instantly riddled with dozens of large holes and then disappeared into thin air.

Within the army formation, cannonballs capable of piercing through the structural layers of a city-state exploded one after another, each shell capable of wiping out hundreds of soldiers, especially the main cannon, which could vaporize hundreds of soldiers with a single shot.

The final bombardment from the city's defensive artillery forcibly interrupted the army's advance, buying time for everyone to retreat.

"Run! Once we're on the train and in the inner city, we'll be safe... no, we won't die for now." Yarman, holding his staff, casually blocked the barrels of the surrounding city defense cannons, preventing them from firing.

Watching the soldiers pass by and leave via the city wall elevator, Yarman stood still. He knew that if he dared to turn around and leave, the city wall would be breached by the magic from the other side in the next second!

Standing on the city wall, he looked at the Black Pharaoh opposite him. Sparks of magic occasionally flashed on his staff. The other side's sensory probing was getting a little annoying to him. If it were just a rough look at him, he wouldn't care.

But for you to think of touching my entire body and trying to break through my mental barrier is going too far.

"Why are you still standing here? The train is about to start moving."

"They won't let me leave!" Yarman gestured towards the Black Pharaoh in the distance. "Didn't you go to the inner city with the Doctor? Why are you here now?"

"I just came to see you." Mostima stood beside him and took his hand. "If you don't leave, I won't leave either."

"...Sigh, then let's just enjoy the scenery here for a while."

Chapter 183: This is not how you use the Dream Realm

“Everyone’s gone, we should go too.” Yarman took one last look at the Black Pharaoh in the distance, then at the already overcast sky, and said with a headache, “The natural disaster is coming soon. Sigh, New Sicily City was completely unprepared, it deserves to be overrun.”

Mostima slowly raised her head, and with a slight reach, she caught a piece of Originium crystal that had fallen from the sky. Looking at the black-gold Originium crystal in her hand, she frowned slightly. "Why did it condense so quickly?"

“He’s really figured out how to play the Dream Realm.” Yarman sighed softly. He reached out and gently brushed away the Originium crystals that had fallen onto her head. He said softly, “Alright, it’s going to rain heavily. We should go!”

“Yes, if we don’t leave now, we won’t be able to leave.” Mostima glanced at the black pharaoh who was sneering across from her. In her perception network, the vanguard of the enemy legion had already successfully breached the city gate’s defenses. A large number of black-armored soldiers and black-robed eerie sorcerers, wielding various weapons, were attacking the two of them!

In order to successfully keep the two here, the Black Pharaoh even dispatched his strongest wizard and warrior, Vasily, and the vanguard general. In two minutes, the elevator carrying the two will arrive at the top of the city wall, along with two hundred elite heavy armor soldiers and high-energy stone worms that are climbing the wall.

Mostima tiptoed down and glanced down, saying with interest, "He seems to want to leave the two of us here! Even the Originium bugs climbing the wall have an aura of the Dream Realm."

“They’re all his elite troops!” Yarman said casually, casually throwing out a spell that instantly destroyed the first Originium Bug that climbed the city wall. He then put his arm around Mostima’s waist and prepared to teleport.

"Boom~~!"

"Bong!"

Shattering the eerie green spell that was attacking the two men in mid-air, Yarman slowly turned his head to look at Vasily and the warrior with the black spear who had stepped out of the elevator. "You want to keep us here?"

“The Pharaoh wishes to speak with you two. Please wait a moment.” Vasily bowed slightly and said respectfully to the two men. He had just learned from the Black Pharaoh that these two were also great gods of the Dream Realm, and that their essence was the same as the Black Pharaoh’s. If possible, he would try to win them over to his side.

Yarman glanced at Vasily, then at the two hundred black-armored warriors surrounding them, and smiled slightly. "If we had stayed here, we'd probably be dead already. Your master's drool is practically dripping onto the ground. Do our bodies smell that good? Do he really want to take a bite?"

"...Please wait a moment, both of you!"

"Excuse me, we're leaving!" Without saying a word, Yarman gently raised his right hand, drawing an arc in the air. The surrounding space immediately began to distort and fold, activating a spatial teleportation spell!

Seeing that the two were about to run away, Vasily said no more. He raised his staff high, and a vast amount of spiritual power surged out like a flood. Terrifying energy condensed at the tip of the staff, instantly connecting with the planet's information network. Under his guidance, the Dreamland silently descended upon the city wall.

He wanted to interfere with the space and restrict the two people's ability to leave!

Led by the general, the soldiers charged towards the two men in the middle without hesitation, and countless spears flashing with malevolent magical light pierced towards them!

"Buzz~~!"

A crisp sound rang out in the air, and all the spears stopped, frozen in mid-air, motionless. The space around them, which Vasily had forcibly distorted into a dreamlike realm, shattered in an instant!

"Didn't your master tell you that this isn't how the Dream Realm is used?" Yarman glanced at Vasily with a mocking look, then waved his staff lightly at the people around him. A ring of ice-blue, as thin as a cicada's wing spread outwards from the two of them, cutting through everything in its path.

"Shh!"

Instantly, the entire city wall was emptied, and the two hundred elite soldiers were all cut into two hundred pieces. The power of the Dream Realm dissipated, turning into yellow sand all over the ground, while Vasily and the general narrowly escaped death.

Looking at Vasily, who was clutching his stomach and kneeling on the ground, Yarman gave a mocking smile, then vanished into thin air with Mostima, leaving only the words, "A bunch of premature babies born from the energy of the Dream Realm, this is the limit. We can't force it."

Induced labor... for premature babies...

The two who had miraculously survived exchanged a brief glance before collapsing helplessly to the ground. The sinister malice and negative energy of the dream realm contained in that spell had already permeated their bodies; without the help of a powerful figure, they would surely die!

Just one minute after Yarman and his companion left, the Black Pharaoh appeared on the city wall. Looking at the two lying on the ground, he sighed slightly and gently waved his staff, restoring them to health.

As for the soldiers who have turned back into yellow sand, they are beyond saving. The illusory energy that sustained their existence has been completely dissipated, and they are utterly "dead".

"Two Dream Gods, how come I haven't received a single word about them?" The Black Pharaoh muttered to himself, gazing at the distant inner city. "If I were to devour them, my strength would definitely..."

Inside the train station, the two stood quietly at the door of the train that had just come to a stop, waiting for the doctor and his companions to disembark.

"Beep~~~ Sizzle!"

"We've arrived at our stop, get off... [Yan Kingdom profanity]! What are you doing here!" The doctor was startled when he saw the two people standing together at the door.

"I opened a portal and came straight here," Yalman said casually.

“To be honest, your train is a bit slow!” Mostima said casually, leaning against Yarman. “If the ground troops hadn’t entangled with them, you might have been blown to bits.”

"them?!"

"Yes, the ground troops covering the rear have been fighting them and slowing them down ever since you left."

"Then...where are they?"

"As we were leaving, the last soldier detonated the explosive charge, taking the enemy with him."

After listening, the doctor stood there in silence for a moment, then sighed deeply. "Let's head to the city hall. We need to prepare for the street fighting. We don't have time for sadness. By the way, where are your main bodies?"

"They have returned to Canaan to avoid danger."

"Alright, let's go." The Doctor led the silent Rhodes Island crew toward the City Hall, while the local city defense forces took care of the remaining soldiers who had retreated with him.

Leaning on Yarman's shoulder, Mostima asked in a low voice, "Yarman, what's with that spell of yours?"

“That’s called Dreamscape Spell, a spell cast using the power of a Dreamscape,” Yarman answered softly. “Originium Arts always have limitations. For example, with ice-type Originium Arts, the user can only use ice spells. But when connected to a Dreamscape, you can use almost any spell without any restrictions.”

"really?"

“At least it’s true for now. Who can say what the future holds?” Yarman said casually.

"By the way, what should we call the complex energy in the Dream Realm?"

"I do not know."