Chapter 1878: Chapter 1878: Resolute Severance
In his level of insight, he had already calculated the numbers in an instant.
In a short time, he launched a spell nearly equivalent to a large-scale curse, causing immense damage to almost a million members of the Worm Tribe.
He was quite satisfied with this spell; although it was conjured on a whim in anger, it had been years since he last dealt such damage with a spell at his peak.
However, Li Yao’s spell terrified him even more; he truly didn’t expect that just as he whimsically opened a spatial link, the opponent immediately cast a spell.
Why could the Ancient Gods once rule the world? Besides their great power, it was also due to their formidable army.
Among them, the Worm Tribe and the faceless army were the most elite and terrifying.
The Worm Tribe, needless to say, won with numbers, especially in the display of the Ancient God, producing quickly with endless techniques.
The faceless ones were the most formidable among the alien legions, with both strong physical and magic attacks.
More critically, they were covered with toxins and curses; facing them from afar was manageable for the ogres, but in close combat, being splashed with their blood meant being cursed and corroded, not to mention poisoned.
Stronger beings could resist, but those of similar rank had no way to counter, meaning they would suffer severe debilitation right at the start of battle, making them incredibly troublesome.
Back then, to combat them, it was the Ancient Mechanical Gnomes’ various giant legions that were runed; today’s flesh and blood creatures are inherently restrained by them.
Yet, during his spellcasting guidance, Li Yao somehow parasitized over two million ogre troops, not only killing them but transforming them into this terrifying faceless army.
The opponents lost a million, while they lost more than two million troops and increased the opponent’s numbers by two million, a devastating loss indeed.
And there were tens of thousands of self-explosive bugs, estimated to reach a million with continuous hatching, which was simply terrifying.
This was an almost devastating blow to the ogre army.
The Worm Tribe remained unaffected, as they had no morale and no fear of death; it wasn’t just about losing a million, even if ten million fell, as long as the matron ordered an attack, the last Worm Tribe member would charge against a million troops.
But the ogres were different; the tens of thousands of ogres joining the battlefield and the million more preparing to fight saw their companions become terrible monsters, which was devastating to morale.
It’s not solely about how many troops were lost; take the numbers, Li Yao’s single spell wiped out twenty percent of their elite army, and with what was consumed these days, it was nearly a million, with a total loss of over three million elite troops.
This was a heavy blow for the ogres’ leadership, causing even the high-ranking ogres’ hearts to ache as if wanting to spew blood; even the great magician staggered back, almost fainting from the blow.
“How to fight now, how can we fight,”
The Great Commander’s fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his flesh, blood flowing to the ground without him noticing, gritting his teeth as he spoke; this was a massive loss.
The great magician turned pale; he had hope, but now, with the rise and fall, it was as if the other side suddenly had four million more troops.
Watching his companions turn into monsters, even the normally tough ogre elite troops couldn’t accept it.
At this moment, the legion was in an uproar, retreating frantically to escape the onrushing faceless ones. Even those relentless ogres attacking the faceless ones were engulfed amid venom splashing around, screaming miserably.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom…
The self-explosive bugs kept self-detonating; each explosion was twice the full-strength assault of an elite troop, crippling even if not hitting a vital spot.
And from the rear, the insects surged crazily, filling the gaps, completely unaffected.
The ogre line collapsed, and even during the fiercest melees before they hadn’t collapsed, but now they couldn’t withstand it and fell apart.
The morale collapsed, never mind the elite troops, even the god guard army couldn’t withstand this blow.
The line was irreparable, chaos erupted within the city; within a short time, the ogres knew they were doomed, spreading panic throughout the city.
“Great magician, we can’t fight anymore.” The Great Commander fell to his knees before the great magician.
“Great magician, we’ve done our best.”
Clatter…
The world-class powerhouses of the ogres, covered in wounds and full of sorrow, knelt together.
The great magician trembled, as if aged by decades in an instant; his age was already ancient, though he appeared a stout middle-aged ogre due to having a clear mind.
But in this short moment, the magician’s body seemed to shrink, becoming frail, his once-straight back now stooped.
If it weren’t for the massive magic wand supporting him, he might really have fallen.
He looked up at Li Yao in the sky, the seemingly invincible god’s attack turning the Raven God into a plucked chicken, finally kneeling on one knee.
“My god, we’ve done our best, admit defeat.”
Clatter!
Almost instantly, every ogre threw down their weapon, kneeling on the ground.
And the faceless and Worm Tribe armies halted their attack, all major battles temporarily ceased.
All eyes focused on the enclosed space, watching the two true victors of the war.
Li Yao stood like that on the back of the black dragon queen, expression inscrutable as ever, as though he hadn’t moved at all.
The Raven God appeared more miserable; black smoke emitted from his body, wispy like smoke threads, almost mirroring Li Yao’s breath, but everyone knew this wasn’t good – his once long life bar had dropped to about a third.
The players were indescribably excited, especially Starfire’s players, barely suppressing their trembling; they had won, from now on, this capital city belonged to Starfire.
The big shots of several factions, even the demigods whose attention was drawn, felt complex emotions; this day was destined to be recorded in the glorious annals of the Ancient God.
A mere mortal led a novice-led army to defeat a demigod-protected race; what a shocking and incredible feat, yet the impossible happened.
“Useless, useless, you still surrendered with millions of elite troops, damn it.” The Raven God roared.
The great magician spoke painfully, “Our men have tried their best.”
“Nonsense, thousands of years ago, you came close to extinction, almost wiped out, and yet you still won in the end; now your elite forces surpass your prime, yet you’re surrendering, damn it.” The Raven God coldly exclaimed, “I order you, pick up your weapons, fight.”
Yet, none listened to him, not even his god guard army.
In reality, it was easy to understand, if he could defeat his opponent and display divine might, even as their army retreated, they’d fight on, but he himself was reduced to this, played with in the palm of a hand; how could they continue to fight…