Attacks of various forms wove a web of destruction in the sky.
The acid breath of the Biochemical Giant Beasts, the energy beams of the Alchemy Armor, the teor summoning by the Elental Monsters - the cannon fodder units under the Wizards erupted in a first volley at the sa ti.
The scene was spectacular, with millions of attacks trailing colorful streaks, like a reverse teor shower rushing toward the black swarm.
But Jeming’s heart sank.
Just 0.3 seconds before the attack was about to hit, the black ocean "ca alive."
It wasn’t a collective movent, but precise nodal evasion.
Just like the sector directly in front of him, tens of thousands of the Reaper Race suddenly scattered to the sides, their movents so synchronized it was creepy, revealing patches of empty zones in the black tide.
The Wizard’s attacks roared past, only hitting air and earth.
Explosions echoed in the empty spaces, flas, frost, corrosion, lightning... various energy impacts spread out.
But the next mont, the surrounding Reaper Race moved again, revealing those giant entities with complex patterns embedded on their bodies behind them.
Those patterns began to glow, and the attacking forces, initially spreading quickly, swiftly weakened, leaving only an Elental Storm lifting the nearby Reaper Race.
"They’re absorbing the energy!" A more experienced Fifth Level Wizard beside Jeming exclaid, "Those are foundational patterns of a joint Casting Array! They’re going to use our power..."
Before he could finish, the brightness of the patterns on the giant entities suddenly increased.
The absorbed energy turned into visible streams of light, spreading along the ground and quickly injecting into the nearby Reaper Race’s carapace.
The luster on those carapaces visibly deepened to the eye, yet the light in the mouths of the surrounding Reaper Race rapidly elevated.
"All cannon fodder units, deploy protective barriers!" Frost’s voice ca through the Magic Net, carrying undeniable urgency, "Prepare to absorb the impact!"
Jeming issued the order almost simultaneously.
The Black Giants raised their hands in unison, the black liquid tal layer on their surfaces rippling, beginning to construct an energy absorption field.
But it was too late.
The Reaper Race’s counterattack ca faster than expected.
The giant entities that absorbed the energy simultaneously tilted their heads back - if that mantis-like head could be called "tilted" - and sprayed condensed energy beams from their oral apparatus.
Not one or two, but tens of millions of beams fired simultaneously, converging in the air into a web of destruction covering the entire frontline.
The first row of cannon fodder units evaporated in the light beams.
The flesh of the Biochemical Giant Beasts, the tal of the Alchemy Armor, the Energy Core of the Elental Monsters... were all as fragile as paper before those beams.
In rely the first wave, an entire layer of cannon fodder units from the Wizard Legion was shaved off, with at least a million units disappearing in an instant.
"Damn it!" a wizard cursed out loud.
"Second wave, disperse the assault!" Frost’s voice remained calm, "Target: the area around the absorbing units, avoid direct hits!"
The Wizards swiftly adjusted.
This ti the attacks no longer concentrated, but rained down upon the swarm in scattered bursts.
Indeed, so of the Reaper Race got hit, their black carapaces shattering, green bodily fluids splattering.
But the outco was limited.
More terrifying was that just as Wizards in another area were preparing for a third wave, collectively chanting the Witchcraft Model...
Another batch of special units appeared behind the Reaper Race.
These were smaller, but their heads were exceptionally developed, compound eyes twinkling with extraordinary spiritual light.
Just as the Wizards’ witchcraft was about to take form, these units simultaneously released a Psychic Shock.
It wasn’t indiscriminate ntal attack, but precise frequency interference.
Jeming felt a sharp ntal wave piercing his mind, striking precisely at the critical node of his Witchcraft Model construction.
He groaned, forcibly stabilizing his mind, pointing the Fire Extinction Divine Light in his hand...
A dark golden beam shot out, transforming into a fan-shaped light screen in the air, enveloping tens of thousands of Reaper Race.
Where the light screen passed, carapaces, flesh, and bones disintegrated into basic particles.
But as Jeming looked around, his heart grew colder.
Besides him and a few other Wizards with particularly strong ntal defenses who successfully released their witchcraft, most Wizards’ casting was interrupted.
The ntal backlash left quite a few pale-faced, so even bleeding from the corners of their mouths.
"They even know our casting rhythm..." Jeming muttered.
This wasn’t a simple prediction.
This was a deep understanding of the Wizards’ tactical system — knowing when they would collectively cast, which Witchcraft Models were most fragile during construction, knowing which frequency of Psychic Shock could interrupt.
This required vast amounts of combat data.
Needed one cycle after another... reincarnation.
The battlefield fell into an eerie stalemate.
Each ti the Wizards launched an attack, the Reaper Race would respond in the most precise manner.
Sotis it was evasion, sotis it was absorbing and countering, sotis it was disrupting the casting.
The black swarm was advancing slowly but surely, each step treading on the "blind spots" of the Wizards’ tactics.
The casualty ratio began to skew.
For every Reaper Race killed, at least two cannon fodder units were lost by the Wizards.
"Lord Frost!" a Sixth Level Wizard called through the command system’s internal spiritual network, "If we keep fighting like this, we’ll be worn out! Their responses are too precise!"
Silent for two seconds.
Then, Frost’s voice echoed throughout the army, filled with a sense of determination:
"All units, abandon standard coordinated tactics. I repeat — abandon all standard tactical templates. Operate freely in squads, fight in your own way, whether it’s sothing you don’t usually employ or sothing you’re most skilled at, it’s all acceptable!"
The mont the order was given, the atmosphere of the battlefield changed.
The Wizards hesitated for a mont, then a flash of realization crossed their eyes.
Yes, since the enemy is familiar with the "standard" us...
Then becoming "non-standard" would do.
"Black Giant Legion!" Jeming almost simultaneously commanded, "Switch to Temporal Disorder Mode, spread the formation, hunt freely! Permission to use Devour and Evolve!"
Thousands of Black Giants let out a low growl in unison.
The black liquid tal layer on their surfaces began to flow rapidly, the ti flow around them becoming chaotic — so parts accelerating, others decelerating.
Then, these black figures, tens of ters tall, scattered like phantoms, no longer forming neat arrays but pounced toward the swarm in bizarre, irregular trajectories.
Other Wizards made similar choices.
So controlled Alchemy Armors to start self-destructing charges, so had Biochemical Giant Beasts devour each other to evolve into deford variants, so even deliberately overloaded Elental Monsters to create chaotic Elental Storms.
The battlefield instantly transford from an orderly military confrontation into a chaotic and unpredictable lee.
The Reaper Race’s responses faltered for the first ti.
Those precise evasions were no longer perfect, even though they had gone through reincarnation, the attacks were too chaotic to be completely avoided.
The frequencies of the Psychic Shocks started becoming ineffective because the Wizards were no longer collectively constructing standard Witchcraft Models but were each using their own unorthodox thods.
A Fifth Level Wizard even summoned a large group of tal bats that emitted ear-piercing noise — it didn’t cause actual harm to the enemy, but the high-frequency sound waves severely disrupted the Reaper Race’s communication.
The forward speed of the black swarm noticeably slowed.
"Effective!" Jeming’s eyes lit up.
In such circumstances...
The forefront of the black ocean finally collided with the Wizard Legion’s cannon fodder units.
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