Responsible for the port coastline were only four teams.
Under the queen’s bold arrangent, these four teams, grouped in pairs, operated along the two coastlines, coordinating with the investigators already on duty to protect the area.
And the rest of all the forces.
Dantrian, according to the different schools of Casters, divided them into four combat roles: support, assault, close combat, defense, and then deployed them all to the frontal battlefield against the attackers from Barrier Mountain.
He had received news of the Wizard of Barrier Mountain from his own daughter.
Dantrian had confird the veracity of the intelligence with his own ans and had also recognized the danger posed by the Wizard of Barrier Mountain.
And his choice was simple—
To engage in direct combat and completely crush this group of enemies from the past!
At the sa ti, as the person in charge of close combat, Patricia stood quietly on the deck with her companions, silently recovering the physical and Magic Power she had just expended.
The responsibility of close combat was simple and yet crucial.
When enemies adept at lee combat ca close, it was their job to deal with and fight them directly, ensuring that such types of enemies did not get close to those responsible for defense or support roles.
Patricia stood motionless on the deck.
Her gaze fixed on the distant sea.
Minutes passed, and those approaching Magic Fluctuations beca clearer and clearer. The great power of the original to holders, along with an extrely unique, yet abnormally massive force, lood there.
Almost everyone could sense it.
—This would be a very difficult battle.
"Patricia, how do you feel?"
The noble Caster who had previously greeted Patricia spoke to her from behind:
"The queen’s ergency summons, ah, for many people, this is a good opportunity for promotion, right?"
"..."
Patricia turned back to look at the other person.
The young face of her interlocutor was serious and tense, not at all as relaxed as the words suggested.
Speaking to her at this ti.
Was rely an attempt to ease the tension before the big battle.
So Patricia replied:
"At this ti, it’s better to seriously check your status."
"Rember not to stray too far from once the battle breaks out..."
Hu—
At this mont.
A cold sea breeze blew from the sinking sun sea.
Its temperature so low that it even frosted a thin layer of ice on the sea surface.
The chill wind, clearly not a natural occurrence, was evidently the Wizard’s doing, but this blast of cold air was not intended to attack the enemy. Instead, it aid to make the environnt colder, likely to create a particular special setting.
At that mont, the queen’s command ca from the front of the team:
"Antele, raise the temperature a bit, just restore it to normal levels. Besides that, rember to maintain a normal environnt!"
"Yes—"
A brief reply ca from the support team, and the Spell for temperature adjustnt imdiately activated in the hands of the corresponding Caster.
Patricia recognized the voice conversing with the queen—Antele.
She was a noble royal servant, serving the royal family for generations, and currently held the position, or rather since before the queen donned the crown, Antele’s role had always been as Dantrian’s personal maid.
She was certainly one of the queen’s most trusted confidantes.
And now, in this capacity, Antele also served as the commander of the support troops.
"..."
The distant sunken sun sea was shrouded in darkness.
The team, standing by in full combat readiness on the naval vessels, prepared for battle while waiting for the enemy’s arrival.
Another few minutes passed.
The Casters with enhanced vision were the first to spot the enemy figures.
——That was a group of Casters flying in the sky.
Although their faces were still unclear, the leader of this team wore a white robe, and those following behind were mostly clad in robes as well, their attire distinctly reflecting a very clear hierarchy of status.
"Prepare—"
"..."
At that mont, the Queen’s voice ca from the front again—it was the assault unit.
The team of Casters responsible for confronting the enemy head-on.
Minister-level figures of the investigative agency, or the heads of the Knights, indisputably and suprely skilled in combat, had all been positioned by Dantrian in the assault, to engage in direct combat with the enemy.
As for Patricia herself.
In close combat, she naturally had the confidence to fight any individual.
But if she were to step out of the premise of close combat and face those formidable Casters, she would have little chance of victory.
Shh—
In the midst of these thoughts, the Queen’s team ascended as one.
Before long, the team from Springs confronted the Wizards of Barrier Mountain.
The two sides gazed silently at each other from about a hundred ters apart, no one choosing to speak at this mont, nor did anyone imdiately act.
They all knew the other was their enemy.
But at this mont, battle was not the first thing either side intended to do.
The Casters from Springs, following Queen Dantrian, awaited the detailed combat instructions from their leader; while at Barrier Mountain...
The leader, an artificial deity, wore an expression devoid of any emotion, its delicate features resembling a doll. But the Wizards of Barrier Mountain behind this being, especially so of the older Wizards, held undisguised anger and hostility in their eyes.
"..."
"Barrier Mountain Wizards, that’s what you call yourselves, right?"
Dantrian was the first to speak.
The Queen waved her right hand in the air, and golden bookshelves symbolizing her original power floated at her sides, emitting strong Magic Fluctuations that even ford visible ripples in the air, casting a glow.
"Dantrian, I know your na."
In the face of Dantrian’s gesture, the artificial deity’s expression remained unchanged.
Although its eyes were closed, it still ’stared’ intently at the Queen before it; a magic different from that of humans began to manifest on its body.
The forces of both parties collided in the air.
Just the residual fluctuations emitted were more powerful than the full force of an average Caster’s attack, and even the waves of the sea were affected by this ’collision’.
At this point, the artificial deity spoke again:
"Human, your original source is interesting."
"There are no records of the power you’ve displayed in Barrier Mountain’s archives."
The artificial deity, which had resud speaking, seed to have no imdiate intention to engage in battle. While complinting Dantrian’s original source, its voice, typically devoid of emotion, even seed to carry a hint of a smile.
"Heh heh—"
By contrast, Dantrian outright laughed.
"But we do have records of you, creature."
"Creation of the Munna School, a theoretically manufactured deity."
"Am I right, forgery?"
"..."
Her reply, filled with hostility, unequivocally declared her stance to all present.
The artificial deity remained unconcerned with the scorn in Dantrian’s words.
It simply shook its head and said:
"A qualified monarch should make wise decisions."
Hum—
The next second.
The magic power in the confrontation fiercely intensified.
The two almost simultaneously took action!
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