The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Chapter 788 Final Battle Part 13

The western battlefront was now in utter chaos.

Multiple Main Gods appearing simultaneously at the same location caused the Elemental Tide to go into utter chaos. The dimensional laws here became completely tattered due to the demon army invasion.

An area of elemental chaos, or dead magic, would typically be the aftermath of a forbidden spell or an ancient mythic battlefield. However, since there were far too many Main God level existences fighting all out here, just their very existence alone created an area of dead magic.

The archmages participating in battle were the most affected by the elemental chaos.

Ordinary mages and acolytes were completely unable to cast magic in such an environment. Forcefully trying to cast magic in such an environment would only invite self-destruction from being unable to control the magic. For instance, a tiny fireball might suddenly transform into a major firestorm.

Truth-level archmages all had personal domains here. Such an environment wouldn’t prevent their magic casting, as their personal domains could ignore the natural world’s dimensional limitations. This was a basic condition for top-level fighting forces participating in a battle against Gods.

However, the archmages would still be tremendously restricted. Mages were a job class that usually relied on outside forces and natural laws, so the elemental chaos would force them to only rely on their mana reserves. It was a definite that their combat strength would significantly decrease until they got accustomed to this new environment.

The sky was howling. The ground was being torn apart. The devils, demons, and undead were still unwilling to give up. The pitch-black Demon Main God flying in the air actually became the only source of light in the area. Sophocles kept spreading light that made others feel panic and fear. In this chaotic battlefield, even an archmage would easily die to a skeleton archer who was almost about to fall apart.

“Awaken!”

Curse archmage Moot was the oldest archmage in the Mage Country’s attack force. He was skinny, and his face was covered in wrinkles. He always walked unsteadily with the aid of a walking staff, appearing like an injured ratman. He usually didn’t appear in front of the younger mages, who even often made fun of him. However, Moot would only show his true colors in times of danger.

Moot used all his power to control the elements of earth and wind. His small body suddenly increased several times in size while breaking out in a sweat with veins bulging. However, this spell that he controlled with full force wasn’t an attack magic spell at all.

Archmage Moot caused the earth to split open as numerous temporary floating discs were constructed. These floating discs were of various sizes, with the largest being the equivalent of floating islands, while even the smallest ones were capable of transporting several dozen people.

All the floating discs slowly flew upwards, attracting much attention on the battlefield.

Due to the appearance of the Chaos Main Gods, the battlefield had become completely chaotic and incredibly dangerous. All the mages could only fight for themselves in such a situation. They would die instantly and worthlessly the moment that a powerful demon or devil suddenly appeared by their side.

But, as long as the mages could gather together again, they would naturally be able to fight in teams based on their past training. Some would act as support, some would act as defense, and some would act as attack. By working in teams, the mages no longer needed to worry so much about an unexpected death, and they could finally utilize their true power.

Just as Moot expected, the moment that the mages gathered on the floating discs, they immediately started crafting new defensive formations based on their personal specialties. Some mages provided additional flying power to the discs, some cast new defense spells, some started contacting their friends, and some started incanting powerful attack spells after reaching safety.

Perhaps academic types would seem clumsy and panicky during unexpected situations, but as long as the situation was stabilized, their solid academic foundations would allow them to use explosive combat strength.

Every floating disc acted as a mage team. The high-level mages even constructed teleportation circles among them to choose the most appropriate positions for themselves. Multiple floating discs then connected together to form simplified versions of mage towers.

The top-level mages cast spells together with lower-level mages of the same magic type. Acolytes worked busily to solidify the defensive formations. When the first wave of incantations concluded, countless summoned creatures descended from the void. Now that there was the protection of cannon fodder, this greatly eased the pressure on the mages’ defenses, meaning that the mages could finally rest assured, casting only attack spells to force the demons back.

One of the smallest floating discs highest up in the sky had only 20ish mages on it, but this disc was actually the core of the entire battlefield.

Kaid, Amala, Oslowen, and Aloso. The Truth-level mages and their disciples naturally stood together here. Standing in the very center was archmage Moot who was doing his very best to maintain his spell. These top-level archmages weren’t actually focusing on the battle between the “acolytes” and the demons. They were looking over the entire battlefield to search for a chance to change the overall situation.

This lightless battlefield was no obstruction to them at all. On this chaotic battlefield, the most obvious place of all was of course the place where the Main Gods were fighting.

The messy battle between Barbarot and Heimor still continued. The two vicious beasts were tearing at each other, causing the earth to tremble with their angry roars. It was quite difficult for the archmages to intervene in these two beasts’ battle, nor did the archmages want to intervene.

“Which side is ours?”

“Probably that lion-headed beast. The headless giant doesn’t seem like a good guy at all.”

“Stop being an idiot. The black giant is Heimor, the Devil Lord of Betrayal. Main God Devourer Barbarot is our real enemy.”

Even though someone was able to identify enemy and ally, the archmages weren’t interested in intervening in this battle.

Another ongoing battle was a fistfight between gigantic Gods. Titan kept summoning lightning from the clouds, while heavy fists punched with such force that the dimensional laws were broken. Yet, the bronze Chaos War God still persisted in battle, even becoming more excited despite being hit so heavily that he constantly spat up blood.

Donatis’s nose was broken. Blood from his nose comically dripped down like rain, causing this area to speed up even further in chaosification.

This was doubtlessly the most important battlefield, but when seeing how Titan’s very arms were tearing dimensional cracks, even Level 4 individuals needed to stay far away from this battle. Just the wind pressure from Titan’s fists was more than enough to easily kill a dragon. If such fists still couldn’t kill Donatis, then the archmages in the distance wouldn’t possibly be able to do anything.

“Give me 20 hours of time to incant. I promise to kill Donatis… er, killing him will be rather difficult, but I can definitely injure him.”

“Ha, I was saying to bring Arlodant’s Cloud Tower here, and use the several hundred years’ worth of mana reserves in the Cloud Tower to blow him up.”

Two Truth-level archmages joked about the situation. This was supposed to be a “regular battle”, but nobody had expected that they would meet multiple Chaos Main Gods and the Chaos Faction’s main army here.

Still, their joke really contained truth. If this had been the Mage Country and the Cloud Tower was here, even a Main God wouldn’t do well against the magic power and mana reserves of the strongest mage tower in the entire world.

“Time is life on the battlefield. You should stop the idle chatter… The Cloud Tower requires 20 more minutes to arrive here. Anro, you’ll have to live up to your promise at that time.”

Amala announced something astonishing with her eyes closed. The archmages had different expressions of surprise, with some having looks of sudden realization, and some having expressions of delight, while others looked depressed.

Since the mages’ highest-level organization was the Cloud Tower, it was naturally movable. It was just that the Cloud Tower never had a reason to move due to how overly strong the Mage Country was.

When considering the Cloud Tower’s tremendous area and size, its flying speed naturally would be quite slow. Plans would be necessary beforehand for its movement to arrive at a specific time on the battlefield. The depressed mages were depressed because they obviously realized that they hadn’t been informed about such plans.

“Don’t blame me for hiding things. There are too many people of all sorts among us. It’s necessary to fool our own before we can fool the enemy. Only a few people on the ‘inside’ knew about this,” Amala from the Star Revelation mage organization explained.

The archmages then spread the information to everyone that the Cloud Tower was about to arrive, which greatly improved everyone’s morale since reinforcements were arriving.

Amala then glanced at the dark sky where an angel of light with a Holy Light sword was locked in bitter battle with a Demon Main God. The intersection of light and shadow made everything hazy here.

Black holes, the void, dimensional cracks, dead magic zone, images from alternate dimensions, and so on. This battlefield was likely the most dangerous of them all.

Light and shadow tore at each other as the two winged fighters furiously fought over controlling light. They were having a deathmatch that nobody else could understand.

Although nobody could understnd this battle, it was currently an even battle.

Without a doubt, the rumor previously seen as baseless was now proved to be true. The human Strongest Holy Knight was now someone strong enough to directly fight against a Main God.

Even Amala, who had lived through countless millennia before, could only sigh at the current battle.

“Humans are truly so inconceivable. He was just a brat just like Margaret back then, but he managed to reach this step after just slightly over a century.”

Amala was Margaret’s teacher who had a good opinion of Roland back in the day, but Amala had never expected that Roland could reach such a level in the end.

Still, she didn’t have much time to exclaim. Perhaps the battle’s situation caused the pilot of the Cloud Tower to increase speed as a beautiful and extravagant castle descended from the sky, tearing through the black clouds to expose the sun.

“Start the counterattack! Show them the power of mages! The power of humans!” someone unknown shouted as various “fireworks” and “flowers of light” started burning up the entire world.

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