Chapter 410

The battlefield under the night curtain is the home field of the Sickle Skull Tribe.

These insect-type creatures have perception abilities in the dark that far exceed those of vision-dependent races, their carapaces are almost non-reflective under the moonlight, and the sounds they make when moving can be perfectly masked by the battlefield background noise.

By convention, night raids are one of their most proficient tactics.

Although with the technology developed to the current stage, there is actually no difference between day and night, they are still accustomed to acting at night.

When the Sickle Skull Tribe's vanguard quietly touched the periphery of the wizard camp, what they saw was tight defense.

Dense cannon fodder units of various forms patrolled back and forth, the camp that had turned into a steel city in just one day was brightly lit, and the wizards were working through the night to add new protective facilities to the camp.

Perfect time for an attack.

The Sickle Skull Tribe commander hiding in the dark—a Tier 6 "Tactical Calculator"—had data streams flashing rapidly in its compound eyes, arriving at a conclusion that did not match the scene in front of it at all.

But it had already "experienced" dozens of similar night raids and knew what would happen next: the wizards would switch the energy source of the camp's core array in three minutes, and there would be a gap for an instant.

Three minutes are up.

The giant runic tower in the center of the camp flickered with light, and the protective array of the entire camp brightened and dimmed like breathing.

Just at the instant when the energy fluctuation dropped to the bottom—it's now!

"Interference array, activate!" The tactical calculator issued an order through the pheromone network.

Tens of thousands of Sickle Skull Tribe members hiding in the ruins activated the devices in their hands simultaneously.

Invisible fluctuations swept across the camp, the switching energy circuit instantly overloaded, the shield flickered a few times, and went out.

Darkness shrouded the wizard camp.

The Sickle Skull Tribe army, prepared long ago, surged out from all directions.

According to the intelligence obtained from the previous dozens of reincarnation cycles, the ground troops easily crossed various traps and advanced frontally, flying units suppressed from the air, and an elite squad inserted directly into the central command headquarters of the wizard camp.

The tactics were perfect, the timing was precise, and the troop strength was sufficient.

According to the Sickle Skull Tribe commander's assumption, those monsters called wizards would suffer serious losses next.

But—

The moment the Sickle Skull Tribe army entered the 300-kilometer range of the wizard camp's periphery, the ground suddenly lit up.

That was a complex array that covered the entire area, massive to the point of suffocation.

Millions of runes activated simultaneously, light rushing into the sky, illuminating the night sky as bright as day.

The Sickle Skull Tribe commander looked at the rising light, its heart sinking, because the array did not spread from the center of the camp, but closed from the periphery.

It had been arranged long ago, just waiting for the enemy to step in—this is a trap!

But—how is it possible?!!

The Sickle Skull Tribe's charge came to an abrupt halt.

The front row of individuals even collided with each other due to the sudden stop, and the formation appeared briefly chaotic.

In the center of the camp, the illusions faded like a tide.

The so-called "steel camp" disappeared, replaced by the wizard legion ready to go.

Cannon fodder units were arranged in neat phalanxes, the muzzles of runic artillery towers were already filled with energy, and even those "slow-moving" alchemy constructs had dangerous red light shining in their eyes at this moment.

In the sky, Frost slowly rose.

The Tier 7 wizard's robe fluttered in the night wind, he looked down at the Sickle Skull Tribe army trapped below, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"It seems these creatures have relied on 'reading files' for too long, and don't even have basic battlefield response." His voice spread across the battlefield through amplification wizardry. "Then let me teach you—war is not reciting a script."

"Fire."

The order was concise, only two words.

Then, destruction descended.

The first round of volley from the runic artillery towers tore apart the Sickle Skull Tribe's vanguard.

Those carapaces capable of resisting Tier 4 wizardry were as fragile as paper under the concentrated fire of tens of thousands of artillery towers specifically firing life-decomposition wizardry.

And as the vanguard with the strongest resistance to elemental damage was destroyed, other attacks that had been prepared long ago were also issued together.

Energy beams, elemental missiles, arcane impacts—various attacks wove into a web, and tens of thousands of Sickle Skull Tribe members turned into fragments every second.

The Sickle Skull Tribe tried to counterattack in panic.

Their joint spellcasting arrays began to charge, special individuals released spiritual interference, and elite troops tried to break through the firepower net to take the artillery towers directly.

But the wizards' response—was terrifyingly precise.

Whenever the Sickle Skull Tribe prepared to launch a certain tactic, the corresponding restraining means would appear in advance.

The joint spellcasting array just started, and it was interfered with by anti-energy focusing devices; spiritual interference waves were released, and the wizards had already switched to physical transmission mode: the assault route of the elite troops happened to hit the minefields arranged in advance.

There was already a considerable gap in hard power between the two sides, and after an obvious gap appeared in intelligence, the nature of this battle had already changed.

It had turned into a one-sided massacre based on absolute intelligence advantage.

Gao Jie Ming was suspended on an observation platform at a high altitude at the rear of the battlefield.

This place was protected by three layers of energy shields, the position was just right to overlook the entire battlefield, yet far away from the front line.

"Truly—not polite at all." He looked at the one-sided battle situation in the distance and shook his head helplessly.

Frost had "protected" him.

Not letting him go to the front line to take risks again; after all, the value of the item in Gao Jie Ming's body that could immune time reincarnation had already far exceeded the combat power of a Tier 4 wizard.

Gao Jie Ming didn't have any opinion on this.

He was happy to be idle; after all, he didn't have to do anything, military merits were still collected, who wouldn't be happy with such a good thing?

Spiritual sense swept through the internal cave heaven, confirming that all Black Giants had been recovered.

"Can't afford to lose." Gao Jie Ming thought.

Every reincarnation, the units taken out of the cave heaven would not return.

The scale of the Black Giant legion had dropped from 5,000 in the previous cycle to 2,500 in this cycle, and if they continued to be lost, he would really become a commander of a bare pole.

Of course, he wasn't really idle.

After confirming safety, Gao Jie Ming took out a specially made recording crystal.

He aimed the crystal at the battlefield and started recording.

The scenes of the battle between the two sides, energy fluctuations, law disturbances—all data that could be perceived were recorded without a single error.

"Sickle Skull Tribe night raid tactics." Gao Jie Ming named the file in his spirit. "Adopted a mode of feinting to lure the enemy plus main force flank breakthrough, but the core is still relying on preset time nodes."

He switched perspectives, focusing on the Sickle Skull Tribe's command system.

That Tier 6 tactical calculator was frantically adjusting the formation, trying to break out of the encirclement.

But every adjustment was predicted and blocked by the wizards in advance.

Chaotic data streams began to appear in its compound eyes—that was a manifestation of calculation overload.

"Sure enough, when tactics are completely seen through, their response ability will drop sharply." Gao Jie Ming recorded this observation. "Reincarnation gave them 'foresight,' but also deprived them of their creativity when facing the 'unknown.' This is a fatal flaw."

"But it's very strange, under normal circumstances, having means like reincarnation, they shouldn't be stingy about using their lives to open up paths, but the facts are exactly the opposite. It seems my assumption in the previous reincarnation was correct, reincarnation also has a considerable cost for these guys—"

The battle lasted less than an hour.

When the last Sickle Skull Tribe member turned into ashes in the artillery fire, the battlefield suddenly fell silent.

Only the humming of energy overload and the popping sounds of flames burning corpses remained.

The losses of the wizard legion were negligible.

Cannon fodder unit losses were less than 5%, and wizard body casualties were zero.