Chapter： 190 Not Right
The power of high-level spells was formidable. In a densely packed battlefield, the destructive force unleashed could only be described as terrifying. Moreover, high-level Spellcasters possessed strong mental abilities, enabling precise control of spells to minimize accidental harm to allies.
However, such situations were not entirely avoidable. Even the most powerful Spellcasters, including legendary Mages, when using spells corresponding to their level, inevitably risked harming friendly forces within the spell's area of effect. Most spells, like the Grand Solar Fireball, made no distinction between friend or foe.
Under the onslaught of high-level spells, both the Golden Alliance army and the Demorian soldiers seemed helpless, akin to lambs to the slaughter within a meat grinder. Only warriors or Spellcasters of higher rank, reacting swiftly, could possibly escape the spell's area in time, granting themselves a chance to survive a bit longer.
For the lowest-ranked soldiers, aside from those with stronger physiques than the average person, their fate was left to chance, their lives at the mercy of Lady Luck.
Fortunately, despite the terrifying power of high-level spells, their range remained limited. Additionally, high-level Spellcasters were constrained by their magical reserves and couldn't sustain high-level spells indefinitely. After the initial onslaught akin to a tsunami, they gradually shifted to mid or low-level spells to conserve energy.
Zooming out to view the entire battlefield, one could observe a clash between over thirty high-level Spellcasters on both sides. While causing significant casualties in a short period, as magical energy waned, the rate of casualties slowed considerably.
Nevertheless, spells cast by high-level Spellcasters, even mid and low-level ones, held far greater power than those of ordinary Spellcasters. Brian watched the intensifying battle unfold, his vision almost overwhelmed by the brilliance of spells.
The True Dragons were no longer holding back. Initially exchanging minor spells, they now hovered in the sky, observing the tumultuous clash below. In this war, Spellcasters were the strategic backbone, illuminating the battlefield with their brilliance.
From thousands of meters above, Brian, with a broad view, could clearly assess the strengths and weaknesses of both sides. In his eyes, the Golden Alliance's advance, slow but resolute, gradually engulfed the Demorian soldiers clad in pale silver armor.
As Matthew had predicted, this was a final battle. The Golden Alliance anticipated some resistance from the Demorians, given their millennium-long heritage, but in the face of immense power differentials, their resistance was futile.
Despite the passage of time, the twilight tinted with flames and blood faded, replaced by a somber and eerie nightfall. Under a starless sky in the autumn chill, the darkened plains of Baki were illuminated by the dazzling and deadly spectacle of intertwining magical lights.
Brian, observing from above, felt something was amiss.
"These humans are truly reckless. If they retreat while fighting, they wouldn't end up in such a dire state," remarked Roger, puzzled by the Demorian soldiers' sacrificial behavior.
The female Red Dragon nodded in agreement, "Humans have complex thoughts and unpredictable actions. I'm never surprised by what they do."
Brian's gaze shifted between Roger and the female Red Dragon, noticing their unusually close proximity. What had transpired? Wasn't the female Red Dragon initially resistant?
Focused on the changing dynamics of the battlefield below, Brian was unaware of how Roger had managed to sway the female Red Dragon.
At the same time, Roger, noticing Brian's inquisitive look, proudly introduced the female Red Dragon, Alissa, as his mate.
Then, with a hint of caution, Roger asked Brian, "My Lord, you won't prevent my mate from entering the lava semi-plane, will you?"
Brian, ignoring the Red Dragon, turned to Alissa and said, "If you can serve me as Roger does, I will grant you the opportunity to accompany me. In the lava semi-plane, the treasures you obtain will be yours, provided you obey my commands and pledge allegiance to me."
Alissa hesitated but eventually succumbed to the allure of the Fire and Earth quasi-elemental plane, pledging her loyalty to Brian, albeit with a shorter commitment than Roger's.
Simultaneously, amidst the besieged Golden Alliance army below, Aesha, enveloped in a layer of white light, floated above. Addressing the remaining Demorian Spellcasters on the defensive line, she spoke softly, "Everyone, the situation is clear. Will you continue to resist?"
Silence followed; no one responded. Sighing, she continued, "As fellow seekers of truth, we Spellcasters know the arduous path we tread. I don't wish to make things difficult for you. Surrender now, and I can assure you that after the war, you will all be unharmed, free to pursue the mysteries of magic."
