Chapter 526: Magic Attack

Chapter 526 – Magic Attack
Accompanied by a loud explosion, hot air currents suddenly spread out from mid-air, and the hot air descended on the heads of the soldiers in the back half of the Protectorate’s square formation in the form of a shockwave visible to the naked eye.

It was as if the group of soldiers directly underneath the explosion had been slapped by a giant hand, and fell to the ground in unison, either with their chests to the ground or their backs to the ground.

“Ah! Ouch!”

“Mom!”

“O merciful Father!”

The screams were endless, and among those who had fallen, some struggled on the ground, some could only wriggle slightly, and others supported themselves with all their might to get back on their feet, but only felt a buzzing in their ears, dizziness, and the whole world swirling in the sky in front of their eyes.

“It’s hot!”

“Hiss~Hiss~!”

Many of these people who endured the impact of the heat flow had burn marks appearing on their bodies.

Although it didn’t seem like a few people had died, it had already had a terrifying impact on the entire Protectorate Army’s military formation.

The huge sound shocked everyone on the battlefield, whether it was the Protectorate Army that suffered injuries or the Etonian Army whose morale was rejuvenated, for a few seconds, both sides fell into silent serenity, except for those who were struggling on the ground and shouting out in pain.

The commander of the Etonian army, personally fought on the battlefield, Grand Duke Otto Cabret, at this time his body armor and helmet has been strewn with traces left by swords, although the body of this pair of the army’s most excellent armor for him to resist the damage from the sharp weapons, the flesh did not suffer from bleeding wounds, but even the most excellent armor can not completely resist the attack of the blunt weapons.

The Archduke now only felt pain all over his body, and must have been black and purple in many parts of his body, he screamed out in pain every time he swung the great sword in his hand, but to the others, it was the roar of a warrior, full of energy, the Etonian soldiers were invigorated, and the soldiers of the Protectorate were chilled by it.

Archduke Cabre who was fighting hard also heard the loud explosion, knowing the caster’s plan he understood that it was their group magic unleashed. Being in the crowd, Archduke Cabrera couldn’t see the tragic situation at the back of the Protectorate’s formation, but he could hear the sounds of pain and fear coming from that direction.

It looked like the effect was good!
Archduke Eaton couldn’t help but look towards the rear of his side’s army, where a dozen or so people dressed in red robes were standing neatly in a place of higher ground closer to them. It was a group of spell casters, and when the spell was activated, they all maintained the same posture, raising their hands halfway up in the air, as if they were statues and did not move at all.

Grand Duke Cabre’s wife, Grand Duchess Helen, and his wife’s teacher, Lady Mariana, were in the middle of this group of spell casters.

Helen’s breathing was a bit rapid, her face was red, her chest was rising and falling violently, as if she had gone through a strenuous exercise, and beads of sweat dripped down along the strands of hair sticking to her cheeks.

Among the ten or so spell casters, except for Lady Mariana, everyone else was like Helen, and those male spell casters were even panting heavily without regard for their manners.

Helen withdrew her raised hands and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her face.

“Teacher, we …… succeeded?”

“By the looks of it, yes.”

Ms. Mariana, who had some fiery red hair, looked at the Protectorate square in the distance and carefully observed the effects of the spell.

She was in much better shape than her fellow spellcasters, and aside from a slight reddening of her face, her entire condition was no different than usual.

“Lord Red Flame, congratulations.”

A male caster congratulated her with the term of endearment used in the Secret Society.

“You have finally improved this spell to the point where it can be sported in actual combat.”

Lady Mariana of the Red Flame smiled slightly, “It is only just usable, we still need to continue improving it. There should still be room to optimize the number of people casting the spell, the distance of the spell, the casting time, the target accuracy, the power size, and the coverage area …… of these elements.” The male caster bowed to Mariana, “As always, you are so diligent about the state of perfection.”

Mariana responded, “Only in this way can the art of magic continue to progress.”

She looked over to Helen, a pleased expression on her face, and said, “Helen, you have done well, but you can work together so well after practicing so many times.”

Being praised by her teacher, Grand Duchess Helen smiled happily, as if she had returned to her childhood days when she was still receiving magic instruction.

But a nervous look soon surfaced on Helen’s face, she looked towards her husband who was still in the battlefield leading the Etonian soldiers to kill the enemy, her gaze was filled with worry, “Teacher, when will Nathan and Sita and the others launch their support, the Protectorate’s cavalry seems to have routed.”

Mariana gently stroked Helen’s back, “Defeating the cavalry must have been a great exertion, only sufficient rest will allow them to perform at their best. Don’t worry, this time should already be about right, they will soon come over to support your husband.”

Receiving her teacher’s assurance, Helen was much more relieved.

Mariana shouted aloud to the crowd, “Everyone seize the time to recover, and strive to be able to give the Collinsians another go before they are completely routed.”

……

“What’s happening?”

The commanders of the Protectorate, including Fedotov and Harper, were dumbfounded and looked with shocked faces at the explosion that had just occurred above the heads of the soldiers on their side.

Harper’s large open mouth couldn’t close for a long time, and he raised his right hand tremblingly, pointing his finger at a small group of people behind the Etonians, and with his amazing intuition, he was surprised to be blindfolded right about the originator of the disaster that had caused this disaster.

“It must …… be them! General Fedotov, I can sense that those people who are neatly arranged must be the wizards on the Etonian side.”

“It must be them who are using evil magic to harm our warriors.”

Fedotov looked in the direction Harper was pointing to, and he also instantly sensed the strangeness of those, the people there didn’t use flags to give orders, nor did they do anything else, they just stood there stiffly with their arms half-raised, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

Harper’s feeling was probably right; it was Eton’s wizards casting a spell.

“Hateful!”

Fedotov gave a vicious snap of the whip in his hand; if his cavalry were still there, they could have been sent out immediately to detour over and take the devil incarnate in one fell swoop.

There was no telling what evil magic they would cast next. Oh no, that one just now was already very scary.

The military formation of the Protectorate Army had suddenly become chaotic under the magical attack just now, and the officers supervising the battle in the military formation were struggling and shouting at the top of their lungs to reorganize the soldiers.

Thanks to the fact that the Protectorate had a greater advantage in strength than the Etonian side, and the soldiers in the front rows did not receive the effects of the explosion, or else a counter-attack from the Etonians would have caused them to collapse on the spot.

“Chain demons! Chain demons!”

Harper at his side suddenly shouted in alarm, pointing distantly at an approaching column in the distance.

The true rout of the Protectorate had finally begun.

(End of chapter)