Inside the Battlefield---
*Showalaaaa*
"Be careful, it's the black fla again!!"
"ARGHH!!!"
The battlefield occupied a huge area. The Empire's army, which alone numbered about 3 million soldiers, occupied an area extending as far as the eye could see, so even the lightning and fla users assigned to attack were not running like fools from east to west, attacking randomly. Rather, they divided themselves, and every one of them was assigned an area to attack and this ans that each one of them must stay in his place and defend that area that was allocated to him until he is replaced, or until he dies..
But currently there was a very strange scene... One of the forces assigned to the attack, specifically one of the fla users, was putting one hand in his pockets and the other was holding a golden halberd. From ti to ti, he would move his halberd horizontally to deliver a wide-range attack and then return to standing as he was
What was strangest was that the area that this person was assigned to attack was at least ten tis the area of any other attacker and it was almost devoid of any enemies, there was only a small hill of corpses burning in black flas. And within sight were standing humans and beasts alike, not daring to get any closer
The aura of black fla was forcing all heart to stop and forcing all legs to retreat trembling, and if that was not enough for them, then the sight of the hill of corpses was a good on!
They saw everything... Whenever a wave ca forward and tried to attack the imperial soldiers from this flank, a wall of black flas appeared rushing towards them. Anyone touched by that fla would die instantly.
The fla is not particularly strong, and it does not leave scars, it does not hit vital points, and it does not even causes the target to let out a scream... Anyone who is touched by that fla just falls to the ground motionless.
There were a few people who were touched by the black fla and survived, but all of them were at the top of the Sage Realm, and all of them imdiately retreated, panting with bulging eyes as if they had wrestled with death and escaped from it, and all of them also did not return to this front again, without exception, and it is said that so of them left the whole battlefield and fled!
The steadfast young man standing here made the area he was protecting relatively safe from close range attacks. It could even be said that the water, plant, life, and wind users performing defensive tasks in front of him were feeling comfortable and even a little bored! But it also caused increased pressure on the rest of the fronts next to it and made them bear more pressure...
"Supre General Caesar, we need you on the Northeast Front. The pressure is high there and the number of deaths on our side is increasing significantly. We ask you to visit us there for just five minutes!" A middle-aged soldier ca and bowed to the young man with the halberd
Without looking towards the ssenger, Caesar glanced towards the northeastern front for a few seconds...
While Caesar was in charge of the southern front, the entire northern front's attack forces were under the protection of the Lightning Battalion Chief Raiden, nicknad Thunder Boy. Although he was still a level 34 sage, he was still young and his talent in the Lightning Path was legendary. He has a good leadership spirit and the entire Lightning Battalion respects him, and everyone expects him to break through to the Emperor's Domain within the next ten years if nothing happens to him!
..But of course, all of this will co in the future. Currently, it he really not enough to carry the offensive pressure in the entire northern region.
*Deep inhale* "Huh~ Okay, I'll go help, you take my place until I get back." Caesar nodded heavily, then rose and began jumping towards his new target...
"Phew~" The imperial soldiers assigned to defend Caesar's front breathed a sigh of relief. They did not seem sad that the Supre General had left and that they were being exposed to the most dangerous short-range attacks once more. Rather, they seed to be relieved for so reason.
As for Caesar himself, he left and did not look back or leave any other orders, and his facial expressions under the golden helt currently did not look good at all. Rather, it could be said that he was as pale as a ghost, while the dark circles under his eyes were very clear, in addition to his hair and black eyes. His face looked like skin on bone... All indications were that the person who had just wiped his forehead alone, that this level 38 sage, was very sick!
He was indeed sick, but not a physical illness... Since his adoptive father had given him the Death Fire that day and he knew that he had received great power, the re appearance of the Black Fla on the battlefield would change the outco. The re aura of the Death Fla was enough to knock so faint-hearted people dead!
...But Caesar himself does not escape without consequences.
Even Robin himself hates writing down the technique for this law and hates any feeling related to the Law of Death. It is the only law that he knows everything about, but he has not used it, or written a technique for it yet, as if he is pretending that it does not exist! Then what about those who use it in all their battles? ...The law modified Caesar's body enough to use it with out phisical harm, but it did not reduce the ntal and psychological damage resulting from touching upon death!
Even his followers who stand close to him while he carries out any attack feel that death itself is breathing under their necks, which makes them always tense and want to leave away from him!
The ideal use of the Death Fla is a fast battle in which he strikes his opponent with the fla from the first attack and ends the matter.
This is the irony of fate... The Death Fire is the worst nightmare for any regular army, but its user and those close to it do not escape harm!
The fla of death gave Caesar the strength and ability to be the supre general of the Empire's army, but it was also trying to push him to always be alone and stay away from those around him so as not to harm them.
How can a person be a leader and a loner at the sa ti? This is a question to which Caesar has not yet found an answer.
*SHWALAAAA*
"ARGHH!!!"
"It's Black Fla! Retreat!!"
After the first wave of black flas appeared, the closest two hundred enemy soldiers were killed, while others fled back. In the blink of an eye, the close-range attack on this front cald down, and the enemies were content with long-range attacks once more.
But...
*Gulp* the soldiers of the Empire began to sweat and swallow their saliva, instead of breathing a sigh of relief...
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