Chapter 1307

"Anytime… General." The white-robed, golden-haired youth's face was gentle, his eyes slightly lowered, the corners of his lips lightly raised, a half-smile that wasn't quite a smile. His voice was so tender, so magnetic, brimming with charm, as if it could wash a person's soul clean.

Hearing this voice, the commander couldn't help but shiver all over, then his whole body and mind quickly relaxed, save for the fury in his eyes, which had not diminished in the slightest—on the contrary, it burned ever more fiercely.

"Then… please, Holy Son, commence the Holy War!

"Mm." The white-robed, golden-haired youth nodded, then rose and walked outside.

Before long, the Holy Son arrived at the mage corps with his gentle demeanor. The mage corps consisted of the kingdom's most elite mages, who were also the most devout believers of the Holy King.

"Everyone, let us open the Holy Gate—!"

The Holy Son's voice seemed to carry magic; the mages of the corps who heard it all shivered, then immediately relaxed body and mind, yet what remained unchanged in their eyes was the fury at the enemy for humiliating the Holy King.

"Everyone, let us answer the Holy Son's magic! Open the Holy Gate! Summon the Holy Fire! Let the Holy Fire proclaim the beginning of the Holy War!"

"This is our glory!!!

The mage corps commander shouted with surging emotion, immediately winning the response of all the mages.

Glory! Glory! Glory!

Holy War! Holy War! Holy War!

After using a specific hand gesture to silence them, the mage corps commander once more came before the Holy Son, respectfully half-kneeling, and in accordance with etiquette, requested.

"Now… please, Holy Son, lead us to commence the Holy War!"

"Mm… begin."

In the distance, atop the walls of Colin Fortress, Yan Liu took out a telescope to observe, and seemingly couldn't make out anything either. He could faintly see some mages who appeared to be chanting magic—this also seemed to be the Holy Kingdom's tradition, to bestow magical blessings upon soldiers with magic, so as to let the soldiers display greater combat power.

As for whether it might be some kind of joint magic, the immensely powerful kind, Yan Liu didn't think about it at all, because since ancient times no joint magic had ever appeared. Joint magic first requires hearts to be connected; unless one used a special ancient secret treasure to control a group of people into casting together, with the same spell, would joint magic be possible—and of course, this was only a possibility.

A few people, with frequent practice, might perhaps manage it, but before his eyes was the chanting of ten thousand mages—?

Ah, if they could achieve joint magic it might be very powerful, but it's absolutely impossible!

If they are people, they will have distracting thoughts.

This world is also full of suspicion and betrayal; true trust certainly exists, but it is very rare.

"It's about time."

The Holy Son, feeling the vast magic power accumulated within his body, raised a gentle smile on his face. From his spatial ring he swiftly took out the Staff of Empty Darkness, preparing to use this ancient secret treasure to cast an ultra-long-range spatial magic.

Casting ultra-long-range spatial magic requires vast magic power.

The source of that vast magic power was precisely this entire mage corps. Although they could not achieve heart-to-heart connection, they could form a special triangular formation, transmitting their own magic power to the person in front, who would then continue transmitting it to the next person ahead, layer upon layer. All this magic power converged into a single person's body—and that person was the Holy Son!

Before him floated the constantly rotating Staff of Empty Darkness. The Holy Son spread his arms wide, as if embracing the void, continuously channeling the vast magic power within his body into the Staff of Empty Darkness.

"Begin! Holy War! Let the great Holy Fire descend upon those heretics, and mete out punishment in the name of righteousness!"

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Vast magic power, through the Staff of Empty Darkness, a beam of white light shot up into the sky!

When the white light reached a certain degree, the accumulated power suddenly burst open, and the entire space, like a lake surface covered in ripples, soon became as smooth as a mirror. From within, one could gradually see a clear scene from the other side.

On the walls of Colin Fortress.

"This is……"

Yan Liu and the other soldiers of the Eternal Night Legion were utterly bewildered. It was the first time they had ever seen a mirror-image magic that required an entire mage corps to cast—were all these mages freeloaders? The answer was naturally no.

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As the spatial mirror grew clearer, Yan Liu could faintly make out what the mirror was actually displaying—it seemed to be a kingdom, with the Holy Kingdom's banner flying.

"Not good!"

Suddenly a sense of dangerous premonition swiftly rose in his heart, and at this very moment the mirror suddenly became completely, perfectly clear.

"Everyone scatter, take cover, take cover quickly!"

"The enemy's artillery attack is coming!"

Yan Liu had once had the fortune, together with Lord Xuan Wuji, to witness a demonstration of the power of a magic crystal cannon. That scene he remembered very, very clearly: a magic crystal cannon that had accumulated energy could blast through a small mountain in a single shot, comparable to the full-power strike of a peak eighth-tier expert—and penetrating magic-guided strikes often meant even greater destructive power!

At this moment, he suddenly understood—the one who hadn't woken up was himself.