As time went on, the pressure on everyone on the battlefield increased.
The golden magic circle operated continuously, and each successful defense and counterattack seemed to be accumulating samples for it.
On the battlefield, the attack magic phantoms reproduced by the magic arrays became more numerous and denser!
The divine magic of the Star-Moon Church, the natural magic of the elves, the war cries of the orcs, and even some low-level necromancy spells darted about in the air, weaving together a deadly golden net.
puff!
A powerful, illusory anti-magic arrow, copied from Thranduil's own, tore through the slight delay caused by the spatial shift in the star and moon, and grazed her shoulder blade.
Her mithril armor was torn apart, revealing a deep wound that exposed bone. Golden starlight blood seeped out instantly, but she forcibly sealed it with magic.
Xingyue groaned, her face paled slightly, and her breathing became somewhat disordered.
"Stars and Moon!"
Mark exclaimed in alarm and tried to help.
However, before Mark could make a move, an unexpected incident occurred on the field.
"Hahaha! I've escaped! I've escaped!"
A roar filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a catastrophe came from the very edge of the battlefield.
The eldest prince, residing in Grom, relied on the formidable physique of the orc royal family and his familiarity with the terrain.
They stumbled and crawled, looking utterly disheveled, until they reached the edge of the golden magic circle where the light was dimmest.
They were about to be swallowed by the darkness of the swamp.
His face was filled with a twisted smile of having escaped.
But the instant he stepped out of the magic circle's light range—
Buzz!
The golden array beneath his feet flickered violently without warning!
Space seemed to be violently folded and stretched by an invisible hand!
Grom's ecstatic expression froze instantly, replaced by extreme terror and bewilderment.
The next second, his massive body seemed to be teleported through space.
With a dull thud and a spray of mud, it crashed back into the very center of the battlefield, only a few dozen meters from where Rita was hovering!
He lay sprawled in the cold mud, fresh swamp moss stuck in the crevices of his bone armor, his face still bearing the ecstasy of escaping death and the shock of falling back into hell—a comical yet terrifying sight.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
Everyone present was no novice; they could tell at a glance that Grom's sudden appearance in the center of the battlefield was not spatial magic at all!
It was as if, as he stepped out of the golden magic circle, the golden magic circle rewound time back to the moment when he was still in the center of the battlefield!
There's no way to escape this magic circle!
Rita hovered at the center of the array, her red hair fluttering in the chaotic energy flow, and the golden magic circle beneath her bare feet shimmered, as if weaving a giant net that covered the entire battlefield.
Looking at the despair on the faces of the people below.
A lazy, playful smile graced her face, as if what lay before her was not a battlefield, but rather a lighthearted entertainment in her own backyard.
She did not take the initiative to act.
Faced with the silver spear thrusting through space as the stars and moon tore through it, Thranduil's cunning and deadly emerald arrows, and the violent seven-colored black magic storm unleashed by the flapping of M's four wings.
Rita simply flicked her fingers or tapped the air with her toes.
"bite!"
Thranduil's magic-piercing arrow was shattered in mid-air by an identical golden arrow.
"Boom!"
The starlight shockwave from the convergence of stars and moon collided with the replicated starlight, exploding into a dazzling shower of light.
As for Little Mu's attack, which combines four kinds of magic and carries a strange "abnormal status," although it is troublesome, Rita is happy to let Little Mu's attack hit her.
Although the magical defenses on her body seemed to be easily breached by Little M.
But with just a flash of golden light, she can return to her peak condition.
On several occasions, she even deliberately let Little Mum and Mark injure her, causing blood to spurt from her luscious red lips.
Mark was immediately overjoyed and about to pull out the healing scroll to give her a good beating.
But then another streak of light flashed by, and Mark was astonished to find that Rita could even erase the blasphemous mark he had placed on her!
“Interesting, really interesting…” she murmured, feeling the hurt that Little M and Mark had caused her, as if admiring a novel toy.
However, for the others on the battlefield, Rita's "playing around" was deadly torture.
The golden magic circle operates continuously, and each successful defense and counterattack accumulates more samples for it.
More and more magical phantoms appeared in the void, growing denser and denser, like a swarm of bees out of control.
Countless pale golden lights darted about in the air, weaving together a net of death that indiscriminately reaped lives.
"Ugh—!"
The first to collapse were the few remaining heretics of the Corrupted Vine Alliance.
A replica of the Seraphim's holy flames rained down, carrying the power to purify all evil, mercilessly covering the area where they were hiding.
The screams were shrill and brief. The twisted figures didn't even have time to struggle in the blazing white flames before they were instantly vaporized, like wax figures thrown into a raging fire, leaving only a few wisps of acrid black smoke.
Next came the group of Holy Knights, whose identities were mysterious, whose armor was engraved with holy light runes but who had no banners.
They were already engaged in a fierce battle with Kyle's team and were exhausted. Now, surrounded by the magical phantoms that were copied from all sides, they were like trapped beasts stuck in a swamp.
A copy of Thranduil's powerful arrow pierced the lead knight's breastplate, and emerald green natural magic exploded within him. His massive body swayed and then collapsed with a thud.
The remaining knights, roaring in despair, were engulfed by more pale golden magical light and shadow. Their fine armor was twisted and deformed under the chaotic energy, and was eventually wiped away along with the flesh and blood inside.
"Roar! Block them! Block them for me!"
The eldest prince, who was possessed by Grom, lay in the mud in the center of the battlefield, roaring in panic and ordering Turu and the remaining orc warriors to form a defensive line.
But it was all in vain.
Several replicated star-moon spear beams seemed to have eyes, cunningly piercing through the shamanic shield surrounding Tulu's withered body.
The old shaman's cloudy eyes widened instantly as he looked down at the charred, bowl-sized hole in his chest. The Beast King's arm bone had slipped from his grasp and fallen into the mud, and his body fell straight backward.
The remaining orc warriors were torn to pieces by the barrage of copying magic, their screams echoing across the land as they fell in droves like harvested wheat.
The pressure was like an invisible mountain, pressing heavily on Kyle's team.
Kyle's face was as pale as paper; the exhaustion he felt from forcibly activating the Mithril Holy Symbol was now like a leech clinging to his bones.
The barrier of holy light he erected fluctuated violently under the impact of countless golden phantoms, its light flickering uncertainly, like a candle in the wind.
Ruby leaned against his back, so weak she could barely stand, her azure eyes filled with bloodshot veins and despair.
She drained the last bit of magic from her body and cast a weak healing spell on the crumbling barrier, but it was like a drop in the ocean.
"Hold on! For the Holy Light!" Kyle's voice was hoarse and metallic, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.
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