But they can only teleport themselves away, they are powerless regarding other flying troops.
Previously, in the sky where they had stayed, a black fog sphere with a radius of over a hundred ters appeared. This sphere seed illusory, as if it existed in place and yet didn’t, seemingly swallowing all surrounding light.
Whether it was the sonic wave guns of the Ridgeback Beast, the sonic pulses of the Earth Crystal People, or the bows and throwing spears of the Orcs, all fell upon this black fog sphere like stones sinking into the sea.
"Tell them not to waste their efforts," Dilila said with a somber face, "That is the Shadow Rift activated by the Undead Divine Power, everyone has been dragged inside. Until the spell ends, ordinary attacks cannot harm the creatures inside. Unless one has abilities like the Shadow Walk Spell, there is hardly a way to escape from within."
"Why didn’t you ntion that he has so many bizarre group attacks?" The Cloud Giant’s eyes were almost spitting fire.
He ca to make a show of power, not to be used as a target for soone else’s show of power.
His initial grandiosity was now mirrored by his current embarrassnt.
This could be seen from the reactions of his Flying Army and the Conqueror Army.
Whether it was the Orcs, Earth Crystal People, or Harpies, all appeared doubtful and hesitant. Many were fleeing in a desperate scramble pursued by their own companions, unable to either fight back or stop; after all, the opponents were not their enemies but their own allies, and any injury or loss on their side weakened their own strength.
In contrast, on the Conqueror Army’s side, there were cheers and shouts of certain victory, mixing with the sounds of weapons striking shields, like thundering war drums, boosting their own morale to the extre while pushing the enemy’s to its lowest.
I already warned you, but you arrogantly ignored it.
The words were swallowed back by the Dwarves Elf Priestess because the other party was just looking for a way to vent their anger and wouldn’t listen to any explanations. Saying anything now would only pour oil on the fire, and the other party crushing her in anger wouldn’t be surprising at all.
Dilila took on responsibilities not her own, conceding humbly: "This was my oversight, I ask Your Majesty for a chance to make ands."
The Priestess’s humble stance prompted the Cloud Giant to ask along her line of thought: "How do you plan to redy this?"
With those words, Dilila instantly received a reprieve from a death sentence.
"Those recent attacks, two of them were stolen from my master and can certainly only be used a limited number of tis, likely only once a day or over several days."
Dilila quickly speculated, "Including the previous sleep attack, which was also a borrowed power, it likely is the sa. He is probably exhausted now. I’ll use the Dinsional Lock to seal his Teleportation Spell, form an encirclent, and strike him down in one fell swoop here.
Even if there’s no way to trap his soul, as long as that High-Order Artifact is left behind, I can refine it with the Lady of the Dead’s power, and by then, it’ll be at Your Majesty’s disposal."
"You’re certain?" The Cloud Giant’s eyes brimd with undisguised greed.
If so, he would not only not despise the High-Order Artifact’s power but fear it was not powerful enough.
Dilila confidently assured, "I can sense that it uses the Lady’s power as its core. As long as it can be seized, I guarantee I can accomplish it."
"Good! If you dare deceive , you’ll be doubly punished!" The Cloud Giant rose from his Flying Throne, instantly towering half a body higher than Dilila. He was taller than estimated, at least over eight and a half ters, even amongst Cloud Giants he was tall.
The Flying Throne beneath his feet began to writhe, climbing upward along his body, turning in the blink of an eye into a gleaming giant armor, a massive Jeweled Scepter appearing out of thin air in his hand.
With a heavy stomp of the Jeweled Scepter, the solid clouds under his feet imdiately transford into a cluster of mist, surging towards the black sphere, coiling around its exterior, forming faint white spheres within spheres.
The Cloud Giant then commanded loudly: "Everyone spread out completely, maintain at least a twenty-ter interval."
The information just provided by Dilila was all based on speculation and could not be fully trusted.
Being attacked by a strong spell once was the opponent’s responsibility, as it was an unexpected move within tactics.
But allowing the enemy to ravage them with the sa trick twice would be his responsibility, a pure tactical mistake.
Although he didn’t know what guerrilla tactics were, his thod aligned with this strategy, it was the best way to counter initial large-scale attacks, keeping single-attack targets under ten.
The opponent’s attack range really was too vast; trying to limit them to one or two targets at a ti was impossible, hence defense formations too sparse would not intercept effectively.
The speed of the Conqueror’s mount was frightening; even though his released clouds not only had the effect of dinsional lock but also could slow them down, without a sufficiently dense human blockade, there was no way to keep it contained.
"How long can this Shadow Rift last?" The Cloud Giant queried, stroking the Jeweled Scepter.
"That’s hard to say," Dilila couldn’t offer a precise answer, "It could be a few minutes or maybe more than ten, but it certainly won’t be too long; such a large Shadow Rift surely consus a lot of energy."
"Then let’s split the army in two, you lead those Harpies and test the power of their cart formation," the Cloud Giant pointed at the relatively intact formation of Harpies.
Although the Harpies were nurous, they were the weakest, naturally falling last in the enemy’s assault.
They would have little role in the upcoming interception battle.
"The Blasphers are crafty, excelling in defensive counterattack. While they lack a strong air force, they possess impressive anti-air abilities, and during their ti in the Goblin Margins, they deployed three kinds of powerful long-range attacks: cart crossbows, Skeleton Cannons, and those Treants’ stone throws," Dilila advised again, "We should not split our forces in battle."
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