Chapter 410 Counterattack
The battlefield under the cover of night is the home ground of the Scythe-Skull Clan.
These insectoid creatures possess a far greater ability to perceive the dark than sight-dependent races. Their carapaces are almost non-reflective under moonlight, and the sounds they make while moving can be perfectly masked by the background noise of the battlefield.
Normally, night raids are one of their best tactics.
Although with current technology, there is actually little difference between day and night, they still prefer to operate at night.
When the advance party of the Scythe-Skull Clan stealthily reached the outskirts of the wizard camp, they were met with tight defenses.
Countless cannon fodder units of various shapes patrolled back and forth, and in just one day, the camp, which had been transformed into a steel city, was brightly lit, while the wizards stayed up all night adding new defensive facilities to the camp.
The perfect timing for the attack.
Hidden in the shadows, the Scythe-Skull Clan commander—a level six "tactical calculator"—drew a rapid stream of data through his compound eyes, arriving at a conclusion that was completely inconsistent with the scene before him.
But it had "experienced" dozens of similar night raids and knew what would happen next: the wizard would switch the energy source of the camp's core magic circle after three minutes, which would create a brief opening.
We'll be there in three minutes.
The giant rune tower in the center of the camp shimmered, and the protective array of the entire camp alternated between light and darkness as if breathing.
The moment the energy fluctuations reach their lowest point... right now!
"Jaws array, activate!" The tactical calculator issued the command via the pheromone network.
Tens of thousands of Scythe-Skull Clan members hidden in the ruins simultaneously activated the devices in their hands.
An invisible wave swept across the camp, instantly overloading the switching energy circuits. The shield flickered a few times and then went out.
Darkness enveloped the wizard camp.
The Scythe-Skull Clan army, which had been prepared in advance, surged out from all directions.
Based on intelligence gathered from previous cycles, ground troops easily bypassed various traps and advanced head-on, while flying units suppressed them from the air, and an elite squad even made a direct assault on the wizard camp's central command post.
The tactics were perfect, the timing was precise, and the troop strength was sufficient.
According to the Scythe Skull Clan commander's plan, the monsters known as wizards would suffer severe losses.
but……
Just as the entire army of the Scythe-Skull Clan entered the area within 300 kilometers of the camp, the ground suddenly lit up.
It was a massive, suffocatingly large complex magic array that covered the entire area.
Millions of runes were activated simultaneously, and light shot into the sky, illuminating the night sky as bright as day.
The commander of the Scythe-Skull Clan felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the rising light, for the magic circle did not spread from the center of the camp, but rather converged from the outside.
It had been planned all along, just waiting for all the enemies to step in—it was a trap!
But... how could that be?!
The charge of the Scythe-Skull Clan came to an abrupt halt.
The individuals in the front row even collided with each other due to the sudden stop, causing a brief period of chaos in the formation.
In the center of the camp, the illusion receded like the tide.
The so-called "Iron Camp" has disappeared, replaced by a fully equipped wizard legion.
The cannon fodder units were arranged in neat square formations, the muzzles of the rune turrets were already full of energy, and even the "slow-moving" alchemical constructs had a dangerous red light shining in their eyes.
Frost slowly rose into the sky.
The seventh-level wizard's robes fluttered in the night wind as he looked down at the scythe-skull army trapped in the encirclement, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"It seems these creatures have relied on 'saving and reloading' for too long, and they've even forgotten how to adapt to the basics of battlefield tactics." His voice amplified across the battlefield through sonic magic. "Then let me teach you... war is not about memorizing a script."
"Fire."
The command is so concise that it consists of only two words.
Then, destruction came.
The first volley from the rune turrets tore apart the Scythe Skull Clan's vanguard.
Those shells that were strong enough to withstand level four sorcery were as fragile as paper under the concentrated fire of tens of thousands of turrets that specifically fired life-decomposing sorcery.
With the vanguard, who had the strongest resistance to elemental damage, eliminated, the other attacks that were already prepared were launched simultaneously.
Energy beams, elemental missiles, arcane shocks... a web of attacks woven together, turning thousands of Scythe-Skull Clan members into fragments every second.
The Scythe-Skull Clan attempted to retaliate in a panic.
Their combined spellcasting array began to charge, special individuals released mental interference, and elite troops attempted to break through the fire network and directly attack the turret.
But the wizards' response was... terrifyingly precise.
Whenever the Scythe Skull Clan is about to launch a certain tactic, the corresponding countermeasures will appear in advance.
The combined spellcasting array was disrupted by the anti-energy focusing device as soon as it was activated; the mental interference wave was released, and the wizards had already switched to physical communication mode; the elite troops' assault route ran right into a pre-placed minefield.
The two sides already had a significant gap in raw strength, and when a clear disparity emerged in intelligence, the nature of the battle changed.
It has become a one-sided massacre based on absolute intelligence superiority.
Jemin hovered on a high-altitude observation platform behind the battlefield.
This place is protected by three layers of energy shields, and its location is just right to overlook the entire battlefield, yet it is far away from the front line.
"They really are... not holding back at all." He looked at the one-sided battle in the distance and shook his head helplessly.
Frost "protected" him.
We decided not to let him risk his life on the front lines anymore, since the value of the time-reincarnation-immune item within Jemin far exceeded the combat power of a level four wizard.
Jemin didn't have any objections to this.
He was happy to have a leisurely life, since he didn't have to do anything and still received military merits. Who wouldn't be happy with such a good thing?
He scanned the inner world of his body with his divine sense and confirmed that all the black giants had been recovered.
"I can't afford to lose that much," Jemin thought.
Each time a cycle begins, the units taken from the grotto will never return.
The Black Giant Legion has already shrunk from 5,000 in the last round to 2,500 in this round. If it suffers further losses, he will truly be left with no one to command.
Of course, he wasn't really idle either.
After confirming that it was safe, Jemin took out a specially made recording crystal.
He aimed the crystal at the battlefield and began recording.
The battle between the two sides, the energy fluctuations, the disturbances of the laws... all the data that could be perceived was recorded without any error.
"The Scythe Skull Clan's night raid tactics." Jemin named the file in his mind, "They use a pattern of feinting attacks to lure the enemy and then breaking through on the flanks with the main force, but the core still relies on preset time points."
He shifted his perspective, focusing on the command structure of the Scythe-Skull Clan.
The level six tactical calculator was frantically adjusting the formation, trying to break through.
But every adjustment was anticipated and blocked by the wizard in advance.
Chaotic data streams began to appear in its compound eyes—a sign of computational overload.
"Sure enough, once their tactics are fully understood, their adaptability drops drastically." Jemin recorded this observation. "Reincarnation gives them 'foresight,' but it also deprives them of their creativity when facing the 'unknown.' This is a fatal flaw."
"But it's strange. Under normal circumstances, with a method like reincarnation, they shouldn't hesitate to use their lives to pave the way. But the opposite is true. It seems my prediction in the last reincarnation was correct. Reincarnation also comes at a considerable cost to these guys..."
The battle lasted less than an hour.
When the last member of the Scythe-Skull Clan turned to ashes in the artillery fire, the battlefield suddenly fell silent.
There was only the buzzing of energy overload and the crackling of flames burning the corpse.
The wizard legion suffered minimal losses.
The cannon fodder units suffered less than 5% casualties, while the wizard himself suffered zero casualties.
(End of this chapter)
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