Chapter 839: Chapter 17: No Retreat

The oppressive silence inside the tent was broken by the resolute voice of Duke Mars: “Order! The vanguard becomes the rear guard, each unit covers the other in turn, the entire army retreats fifty miles immediately! Quickly!”

His command was unanimously agreed upon by everyone. Facing the abruptly revealed and far beyond expectation terrifying trump card of the Freemasonry Church, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge was the only wise choice. Several Mystical Wizards also immediately rose, ready to cast large spells to assist the army in retreating.

However, just as the order was about to be passed down—

“Buzz!”

An indescribable heaviness, as if sourced from the depths of the soul, like an invisible giant mountain, suddenly descended from the sky, pressing heavily on the entire Jade Land camp!

The Crystal Ball inside the tent shattered with a “crack,” and all the Mystical Wizards let out a muffled groan, the magic power circulating around them suddenly becoming sluggish, and the color draining from their faces. Ordinary soldiers felt it even harder to breathe, as if their throats were being gripped, fear welling up uncontrollably in their hearts.

Immediately afterward, in the sky right above the coalition camp, the space rippled like water, and three figures, wearing sacrificial robes edged with blood, silently appeared.

They were the Fanatic Priests who had just led the slaughter above the Sigh Barrier battlefield! The atmosphere of Peak of Secret Technique emanating from them was like three blazing stars of evil flames, locking firmly onto the vast camp below with mockery and cruelty.

The leading Fanatic Priest, whose face was withered but whose eyes burned fervidly, spoke hoarsely, his voice not loud but clearly reaching the ears of every soldier and Wizard, carrying undisguised ridicule:

“Come and go as you wish? Do you think this Holy War Land is your Wizard’s backyard?”

His thin fingers lifted, pointing to the coalition below that was readying for battle, his tone suddenly turning cold like ice: “By the order of the High Priest, today, none of the heretics who trample the Holy Land and desecrate the Father God shall leave!”

Before his words fell, he and the other two Fanatic Priests raised their hands simultaneously, and the vast and violent Holy Light Magic Power gathered frantically above their heads, distorting the air, instantly constructing a massive meteor shower blazing with pale flames that covered a large part of the sky!

“Holy Judgment: Ash Meteor!”

With his icy proclamation, the dense pale meteors, carrying the terrifying momentum of destroying everything, like spears hurled down by an enraged god, ripped through the clouds, crashing fiercely towards the core area of the Jade Land coalition camp!

Even before the meteors arrived, the dreadful oppression caused the earth to tremble slightly, and many soldiers in the camp showed despair, almost collapsing.

“Not good!”

At the critical moment, Witch Master Jeraf’s eyes flashed with severity! He forcefully withstood the enormous pressure, his figure blurred for a moment, instantly flickering to appear high above the camp.

Facing the sky-obscuring white meteor shower, he showed no fear, his hands quickly delineating complex arcane trajectories in front of his chest, the vast magic power spilling out like a breached flood!

“Sky Wall·Cloud Realm Guardian!”

Boom!

In the high sky, the endless cloud energy seemed to be summoned by an invisible force, converging madly from all directions, instantly building into a gigantic, thick, and solidified cloud shield above Jeraf’s head, flowing with colorful arcane brilliance!

Within the cloud shield, countless dense runes flashed like swimming fish, emanating a heavy breath of invincibility.

The next moment—

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!”

The pale meteors violently collided with the gigantic cloud shield like a storm! The deafening explosions were endless, violent shockwaves rippling in the air, blowing the tents below to rattle, many unsecured supplies being directly swept into the sky.

The cloud shield trembled violently under the impacts, flickering unpredictably, its surface continuously blasted open with huge gaps, quickly filled by the surging cloud energy. Jeraf’s face turned pale, his body swaying slightly, but he continued to float steadily in the air, stubbornly supporting the barrier protecting the entire camp.

Eventually, when the last meteor exploded into white light spots on the cloud shield’s surface, the massive cloud shield also became riddled with holes, slowly dissipating. Jeraf successfully blocked this deadly strike, but his consumption was evident, his breathing somewhat rapid.

Almost as the meteor shower was blocked, a messenger tumbled into the central tent, his voice altered by extreme terror: “Report—! My lord! It’s not good! The Church’s army on the front… after defeating the Gray Tower and the Thousand Sails Alliance, they have… they’ve turned their attack, charging at our camp at full speed! They are less than ten miles away!”

Everyone in the tent turned pale.

Duke Mars instantly understood the situation, the retreat path was cut!

Under the watchful eyes of the three Peak of Secret Skill Priests and the imminent army charge, forcefully retreating would only leave their backs to the enemy, leading to the entire army collapsing, ending worse than the Gray Tower and the Thousand Sails Alliance!

He slammed a fist onto the edge of the sand table, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes, shouting hoarsely with all his strength, his voice echoing throughout the entire camp:

“Transmit my order—! All troops abandon the retreat plan! Each legion, according to the preset defensive formation, immediately deploys on the spot! Magic-guided Cannons charge! Wizard Team prepares for joint casting! Defense Warriors to the front, Long Spear Soldiers next, archers, and Mages at the rear!”

“We have no way to retreat! Behind us is our homeland, only by fighting to the death, can there be a chance of survival! For the glory of Jade Land, face the enemy!”

The camp, initially somewhat agitated by fear, quickly condensed a tragic and courageous air under this do-or-die order. The instinct to survive was put aside, and a grim momentum of no retreat spread wide.

The soldiers suppressed the fear in their hearts, frantically running to their positions under the officers’ hoarse urging, even kicks, quickly filling every gap in the lines.

The shields thudded heavily on the ground, making a dull and continuous rumble, like war drums being struck; the spears like a forest, their sharp tips slanting forward, reflecting a cold gleam in the dim sky;

The creaking sound of drawn bowstrings rose and fell; in the rear, the chanting of Mages began to converge into a low, powerful harmony, arcane light fiercely flashing at the top of magic wands;

The magic-guided cannon platforms buzzed, lighting up with dangerous and glaring charging glows, their barrels slowly adjusting, aiming at the direction where dust was rising in the distance.

In the sky, Jeraf, along with Kalsa, Julia, and other Mystical Wizards who quickly ascended to support, stood side by side, their expressions as heavy as iron, magic power surging around them, standing in staunch opposition to the terrifying pressure emanated by the three Fanatic Priests opposite, the invisible force field between them clashed intensely, causing the winds and clouds to change.

War, inevitable, can only decide the final fate through blood and fire.

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