Volume 3: The Land of Mist Chapter 65: Mythical Legion
Very good...the plan works.
Looking at the army of Moon Realm monsters rushing towards him in the distance, William finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, his will, which had been pushed to the limit, was relaxed. He let go of the two peak spells that had already been chanted, and let them fall towards the enemy army.
The sick sunset symbolizes the world after the wrong creation, where fire completely replaced light as the driving force. Everything is steadily moving towards irreversible death in the midst of crazy consumption and plunder, and in the end [everything is left with only ashes and dust].
The shattered sky symbolizes the beginning of this world - a great shattering. The originally unified and perfect archetypal world was completely shattered because of the accumulated anger and dissatisfaction. The infinite sky is too far away, and only by breaking it into a solid present world can we truly achieve something, so [This is the thunder that shatters the sky].
The scenery of the end and the scene of creation, two forces of completely opposite nature, but equally terrifying, set off a terrifying torrent of magic in the moon realm space here. Countless things appeared and disappeared in this world based on will, and finally turned into pure destructive power, directly descending on the heads of the moon realm monster army.
For a moment, all beings with the concept of vision at the scene could only see pure white as far as their sight could reach; all beings with the concept could only hear the sound of explosions that were enough to shatter eardrums and break hearts.
When everything returned to calm, the four roads formed by the Moon Realm Bond had already lost their original colors. Whether it was the gorgeous golden road, the battlefield filled with blood and smoke, or the complex network woven by the giant maggots and spider silk that were constantly rotting, at this moment, they all turned into a dead gray, a layer of ash that was enough to cover the ankles... ash that could no longer burn.
In the space, there were blue cracks of varying thicknesses spreading like snakes. They were accompanied by dangerous "hissing" sounds, stripping away the originally stable laws of space, turning this place into a chaotic zone like a slurry lake. Countless different lights appeared and disappeared from those flickering space cracks, disappearing and appearing again. It was as if countless possibilities were brewing in this space.
As for the killing effect of these two pinnacle spells…the layer of gray that was enough to cover the ankles, and the strange light that kept appearing and disappearing in the cracks in the pale blue space, were the remains of countless dead Moon Realm monsters.
Either they were turned into incombustible ash by the flames, or they were restored to their original essence by the thunderbolts. This was the final fate of the Moon Realm monsters that took on these two spells head-on. The entire mixed Moon Realm Army was also destroyed in a corner because of these two great magics.
If this was a modern human army, their morale would have collapsed due to panic.
But this is not the case with the Moon Realm monsters. They have never had the concept of "birth" and are not as obsessed with maintaining their own lives as mortals. Therefore, they lack the fear of death to a certain extent. For them, what is more important is to implement the concepts they represent.
Therefore, the Moon Realm monsters of the Dead Blood King lineage, which symbolized concepts such as battle, anger, and bloodthirstiness, were the first to rush through the ash-filled depression, enduring the damage caused by space rifts and creative turbulence, and came to the battlefield where the disaster was.
Then they fought against those "disasters" who were armed with various weapons.
Then... this group of Moon Realm monsters who were good at slaughtering began to accept being slaughtered.
The "Blood Seal Warrior" wrapped in armor blessed by the King of Dead Blood was no match for the Disaster who was holding the divine armor.
William stared at the chaotic battlefield with an indifferent expression, but at this moment he was thinking in his heart - Fortunately, the opponent attacked him instead of trying to continue the magic battle with him.
Otherwise, he really couldn't withstand such an intense battle.
Summoning ninety-three clones with the same strength as himself and capable of releasing peak spells... This is of course impossible. If William could really do it, he would not have to think about expanding his power. He could just lead his army and push through all the major moon realms.
One player with full equipment and at the maximum level is scary enough, but a number close to a hundred... that is a horror that can only be described as a natural disaster.
In fact, his clones were just [Mirror Images] created through divine-level illusions. They only had 80% of their own panels and were blank units that could not use spells. Their ability to cast spells was the same as the judgment of "Erosion", which was just the effect caused by William's main body through the Holy Spirit Statue, or the response terminal.
Of course, maintaining ninety-three [Mirror Shadow] clones at the same time would consume a terrifying amount of mana, which even William could not sustain for long. If the consumption of summoning itself could be divided into batches to share the pressure over time, then the mana required to maintain the clones would be enough to turn an ordinary Divine Realm magic chanter into a moron in a few tens of seconds.
Not to mention that under this premise, three terrifying mana-consuming peak spells were released in one breath.
Even William, whose magic power limit is three times higher than that of ordinary players, cannot withstand such a horrific consumption of magic power.
I need to add here that there is indeed a magic-restoring alchemy potion called "Blue Bottle" in this world. However, in the setting, the Blue Bottle is not a concentrated magic melt, but a potion that acts on the spirit of the magic caster.
After all, the so-called "blue bar" of magic casters is not the magic power stored in the body or the etheric domain, but their mental power. Magic casters communicate with the astral world through mental power, guide the magic power into the etheric domain or the spell medium, and then weave the real magic formula.
In principle, potions that restore mana can be roughly divided into two types: potions that increase the speed of mana recovery are generally tranquilizers that relieve the caster's mental fatigue; while potions that can directly restore mana are stimulants that directly squeeze the caster's mental strength.
Even in the game, these two potions cannot be used together because their effects conflict.
Therefore, even if William put on a full set of equipment to restore mana, and then filled himself with several liters of "blue bottles" to burst his stomach, he would not be able to output magic power of this magnitude at the same time.
After all, he is just a mortal.
However, if you only need the scale of magic power, there are still many ways to do it in this world.
The simplest example is the Corrupted Moon Undead Tide, which was born out of the "Eternal Gift". The great secret ritual that can awaken an army of tens of millions of undead requires a level of magic power that may be difficult to provide even if all the necromancers on the continent were summoned together. But the initiator of the ritual can even be a Duke of Thorns who is not even a magic chanter.
As long as a large enough channel can be created to guide magic power from the astral realm, the scale of magic power that mortals can utilize will be beyond imagination.
For example, the Holy Tomb of Thorn City and the spiritual imprints left in the countless corpses in the Great Cemetery, accumulated over time to form a huge channel of necromancy magic.
For example, the Star Lighthouse, by binding with the destined constellation of the astral realm, can directly guide exaggerated magical power to the keeper of the lighthouse through the rift in the moon realm.
Another example... the Holy Spirit Compass, a faith control hub that has collected the spiritual power worshipped by countless believers over hundreds of years.
At this moment, behind William was the Holy Spirit Compass that he had collected from the Sealed Temple in Blackwater Province.
He collected the spiritual fragments of people's beliefs through this compass, and then, through the modified great secret ritual of "Eternal Gift", transmitted the endless magical power to the ninety-three [Mirror Shadows] he summoned.
He does not need to communicate with the star realm with his own mental power , but can use it to control those mirror clones.
But this also means that he can't spare much mental energy to construct the magic spell that he is best at.
Therefore, the reason why he had released his peak spells one after another was just to keep putting pressure on the opponent and make them make the wrong tactical decision to engage in hand-to-hand combat.
Although William did not have the extra energy to continue weaving large-scale magic at the moment, each of the mirror clones he summoned was wearing a real full set of mythical equipment.
Even though he could not use the magic spells that he was proud of to carry out indiscriminate bombardment, the mirror-image clones armed by his treasure hall were a real mythical army.
Therefore, William originally planned to end the battle with hand-to-hand combat.
With its vast collection.
