Chapter： 189 This extraordinary war had now officially begun
After the high-ranking Mages of Dimo entered the fray, more high-ranking Spellcasters from the Golden Alliance army also began to join the battle.
With the addition of over thirty high-ranking Spellcasters from both sides, the already intense and chaotic battlefield escalated further, reaching a fever pitch.
This extraordinary war had now officially begun.
Whoosh!
A crimson fire cloud, covering a range of over a thousand meters, appeared in the sky, drifting above the Ironstone Line, and then it began to pour down.
But the raindrops were not water; they were scorching droplets of magma.
A single drop, upon contact with a human body, instantly turned a soldier into a blazing torch, quickly reducing them to ashes amidst their screams.
Eighth-circle Conjuration Spell: Scorching Cloud!
The Spellcasters of Dimo quickly used protective spells to defend against this large-scale high-level spell.
At the same time, a high-ranking Spellcaster from Dimo also completed another high-level spell.
A young-looking high-ranking Spellcaster, wearing a robe adorned with numerous Stellar Diagrams, pointed a finger.
Seventh-circle Evocation Spell: Ice Blade Death Zone!
Crack, crack, crack...
In one area of the battlefield, a chilling cold suddenly permeated the air, which quickly condensed into ice blades, whistling through the air and precisely slicing through the bodies of the Golden Alliance soldiers.
In an instant, a thousand Golden Alliance soldiers within this area had their hearts pierced or heads severed by the ice blades, their blood soaking the earth, and the pungent smell of blood rising to the sky.
Faced with the devastating power of high-level spells, even high-ranking warriors dared not withstand them, and ordinary soldiers were instantly killed.
The scene was gruesome.
However, compared to the Golden Alliance army, the casualties among Dimo's soldiers were even more severe.
This was because the Golden Alliance army had more and stronger high-ranking Spellcasters.
Aisaya, the ninth-circle Grand Mage of the illusion school, made her move, her entire being exuding an ethereal, illusory aura, with brilliant colors swirling between her eyes.
An invisible ripple emanated from her hand.
Eighth-circle Illusion Spell: Psychic Burial.
All Dimo soldiers affected by the Psychic Burial fell like wheat cut by a scythe, their bodies unscathed but their eyes losing all light, their life force completely extinguished.
Whoosh!
A massive gold dragon flew low, smashing the head of a ten-meter-tall construct with a single swipe, then opened its maw to unleash a high-temperature Dragon's Breath, engulfing a large number of Dimo soldiers in flames and smoke.
Flying low, the dragon used its Dragon's Breath to clear the ground, then flew over the battlefield, aiming to attack the high-ranking Spellcasters on the Ironstone Line.
However, it was soon forced to retreat, its body battered by a barrage of spells and enchanted crossbow bolts.
Sizzle!
A single-target seventh-circle spell transformed into a blazing spear that pierced the dragon's wing.
It roared in pain and fell to the ground.
"Hmm, where did this gold dragon come from? And it's so weak," the skeletal black dragon and green dragon looked puzzled.
Immediately, the fallen gold dragon was surrounded by a large number of Dimo soldiers, who took turns stabbing its body with spears and swords.
But suddenly, with a flash of elemental light, the Dimo soldiers around the gold dragon began to bleed profusely, their bodies disintegrating into neatly severed, bloody organs.
Sixth-circle Transmutation Spell: Mass Dissection!
Matthew, who had transformed into the gold dragon, used a Flesh Rejuvenation spell to quickly heal his injuries, then took to the sky again, wreaking havoc on the battlefield.
High above, several True Dragons who had been slacking off exchanged glances.
Roger swallowed nervously, saying, "There are quite a few strong ones among these little creatures."
Brian's eyes flickered, but he said nothing.
