Chapter 141: War in Progress

Facing the densely swarming, surging tide of bugs, the spellcasters, though uneasy at heart, wore a calm expression and remained quite composed.

As the legion's key long‑range firepower, the horrific damage and destruction they can inflict are evident to all; not only positioned deep in the rear, but around their spellcaster formation they are also shielded by a great number of melee troops.

"Boom!!"

"Rumble—!!"

With a deafening roar, at a distance of dozens of li from the spellcaster formation, a Level Two Bug General nearly ten meters tall was hurled to the ground by Forest Giant Atess with his bare hands, and a foot cracked its skull.

He casually tossed this Level Two corpse to Ravenna, who was standing on his shoulder at that moment, directing the surrounding battlefield.

As a giant, he could not understand why the spellcasters were so keen on collecting various creature specimens.

Especially the higher the rank or the rarer the type, the more favor they seemed to receive.

Isn't it more delicious to just eat it!?

If Ravenna were to hear Atess's thoughts, she would surely say that such a barbaric, ignorant, passively evolving creature has a brain like a small bird and could never grasp the lofty ideal of spellcasters probing truth and unraveling the mysteries of the star realms.

Of course, if one intends to eat it, some ingredients must be added; not only would it be fragrant, but the energy contained within the creature could be retained to the fullest.

That is far more economical than simply gulping it down, which can only absorb less than ten to twenty percent of the creature's internal energy.

But judging by its appearance, Ravenna clearly has no urge to eat it.

"Atess, can't you be a bit gentler? This specimen loses half its value in one go," Ravenna said with a hint of disgust, looking at the headless Level Two Bug General corpse.

Atess scratched his head without replying; he knew that reasoning with a magician was an exceedingly painful affair.

"We spellcasters adhere to the principle of equivalent exchange."

"Here, this is your reward," Ravenna tossed a bottle of red potion to Forest Giant Atess.

The magical potion looked insignificant in Atess's hand, like a needle tip, yet his eyes lit up as he carefully put it away.

Because it is a healing restorative potion that also works effectively on Level Three creatures, using it at a critical moment can turn the tide of battle.

Such potions of this grade are now made by only a handful of spellcasters, making them extremely rare.

Ravenna is one of those few.

That is also one reason why Atess obeys Ravenna without question.

"First and second echelons retreat, third and fourth echelons advance! Fast, fast! Move quickly!" At Ravenna's order.

Having just endured a brutal clash, the first and second echelons that had repelled the green bug swarm sent to flank them finally exhaled slowly in relief.

Although the spellcaster formation bore much of the pressure, fearing friendly fire caused most of the magic to land in the rear of the battlefield.

The assistance they provided was not as great as imagined.

Likewise, although most of the magic fell to the rear, it caused massive casualties among the interdimensional invaders and rescued monsters that were at a disadvantage or entangled.

But a not‑insignificant number of native‑plane monsters were also unintentionally hit by the magical frenzy.

It is unavoidable; war has no logic, and between harming allies and enemies, the magicians chose the latter.

This is a Plane War! Cruel and cold.

Interest and calculation.

As the relatively intact third and fourth echelons quickly advanced, an even larger swarm of green bugs arrived like a bee cocoon.

Intense collisions and brutal slaughter cries once again filled the battlefield.

Puffs of scorching blood erupted several feet high at the start of each clash, spreading across the field.

One could even see numerous severed limbs and heads tumbling in the sky, both from the human side and the bug race.

From the moment they made contact, the fighting escalated rapidly, blazing like fire, soaring straight into a climax without hesitation.

In a Plane War there is no holding back strength; doing so is irresponsible to one's own life and a betrayal of comrades. The first and second echelons, having just caught their breath, hurriedly took out recovery potions—applying them or swallowing them—to quickly restore their condition while the bug tide had not yet breached the first line of defense.

In such an intensely fierce war, there is no such thing as rest; they must seize every chance to recover and be ready to advance at any moment.

Then... strive to survive!

This war was relatively orderly in its early stage, especially after the rear spellcaster formation intervened.

It also unleashed a new wave of magical frenzy on the interdimensional invaders, granting them another round of death‑inducing terror.

Although it temporarily suppressed the green bug tide's onslaught, a lack of follow‑up force forced a temporary retreat from the battlefield.

From then on, the battlefield fell into a stalemate.

Looking out.

Centered on the valley, the entire Canyon Forest within several hundred li has become a blood‑and‑flesh mill strewn with corpses.

Whether from the Dark Plane or the bug invaders, all now have blood‑shot eyes.

Even the magical legion of the spellcaster formation, under these circumstances, can only reluctantly fragment and engage the bug swarms in skirmishes.

It is in this environment that Bug King Travis burst out of the Space Rift, attacking Fulade.

Fulade, being able to grasp the law's power already in the early Level Three, is undoubtedly the greatest threat to this world's invasion.

Thus, the moment he emerged from the Space Rift, Travis launched an attack on Fulade, intending to kill him together with Beerus at once!

Unfortunately, whether by coincidence or fate, just as Travis moved to strike Fulade,

two figures arrived from the south, perfectly blocking Travis's path.

Moreover, Queen of Witches Ma'erjin first broke through the bug swarm that could not be replenished in time; with a startled gaze, she first glanced at the two newly arrived top native‑plane champions, then attacked Bug King Beerus.

The situation changed dramatically in an instant.

This made Travis, angry yet, look at the two newly arrived Level Three powerhouses, his eyes growing heavier with solemnity and doubt.

Standing before Travis was a pale‑blue figure of the Eight‑Armed Naga Tribe, with a humanoid upper body, a serpentine tail, and eight arms.

Its powerful Level Three life aura showed it was not a foe to be trifled with.

On its eight arms it held various weapons, each different and emitting a faint energy ripple.

Daggers, spears, swords, halberds, and wands.

Most, however, seemed to be forged from deep‑sea raw materials.

The forging technique is rather crude; even a weapon clearly shows it is simply a piece of coral material, roughly polished and taken as a weapon.

However, to serve as a Level Three creature's weapon, its raw material, hardness, and energy conductivity must all perform quite well.

Beneath it stands an electric eel sea beast over seventy meters long, flickering with strands of violet electricity! Its massive size exceeds the usual scope of a Level Three creature, as if genetically mutated.

Such a size, even he, upon encountering it, cannot help but feel a hint of pressure.

No superfluous words; as the two size each other up, the battle already erupts.

Behold, that astonishingly long electric eel, its speed also not to be underestimated, as Travis and the Eight-Arm Naga King collide.

The electric eel sea beast darts swiftly to the front of Travis, its electric flash flashing instantly, illuminating the dim night sky.

A mass of violet lightning covering half the sky crackles continuously, releasing terrifying currents.

Like a massive generator, it quickly envelops Travis; even when Travis senses something wrong, he immediately retreats outward, already unable to escape the onslaught of terrifying currents! At the same time, the Eight-Arm Naga King seizes Travis's moment of rigidity and hurls him toward the Space Rift.

Such a scene instantly draws many strong figures to stare.

(End of Chapter)