Chapter 93: War! [Please Keep Reading!!]

It was a towering Giant, bearing green foliage on its back, with a massive head crowned by a pair of thick, curved horns, standing sky‑high.

The distant forest, framed by its colossal stature, seemed much lower.

At over twenty meters tall, it matched Klovit's walls to the millimeter, and with those huge horns it would even surpass the walls.

Yet, for some reason, one of its towering horns was broken off.

When the Giant's silhouette appeared, even Yisha Beier, who had endured the Giant tribe's baptism, felt her palms tingle.

Now parched‑mouthed and shocked, Yisha Beier could think of only one thing.

The Fulade who could command such a terrifying alien legion.

Who—on—earth—is it!!

Yisha Beier instinctively clenched her fists, struggling to keep breathing.

She looked, eyes shocked, at the man standing beside her.

"Don't rush, there's more," Fulade said calmly, looking up and gesturing.

"There's…still more."

Yisha Beier turned her slightly numb, shocked face toward the forest.

The forest sky was suddenly filled with a burst of multicolored light.

When Yisha Beier recovered and focused, it wasn't just any light.

It was clearly an elemental torrent formed from magical elements.

In the distant woods, faint elemental ripples from hundreds of Witches linked together, forming a combined magic array.

As the Witches completed their linkage, above the sky instantly swarmed with countless varied spells.

Red fireballs the size of boulders, blue ice spears exuding cold, purple lightning arcing, and teal wind blades as sharp as knives.

Before Yisha Beier could examine them, the dazzling magical glare forced her eyes to squint.

It was a rushing torrent of magic.

"Boom~!!" "Rumble~!!"

In an instant, a series of deafening explosions and a violent tremor from the tower struck.

Before Yisha Beier could open her eyes,

Immediately after came the second elemental rupture, caused by the mutual generation and counteraction of elemental energies colliding again, echoing across the battlefield and even more astonishing than the simple magical cluster attacks! The powerful elemental rupture, accompanied by wave after wave of spreading elemental tides, swept rapidly in all directions over the field.

When Yisha Beier opened her eyes, a gust of wildly colored wind rushed toward her.

The splendid golden imperial dress clung tightly to her body under the multicolored gale, revealing a long, alluring silhouette.

"This~!!" Yisha Beier opened her small mouth in a daze.

She stared, shocked, at the spot where the magic fell.

In front of Klovit City's walls, the battlefield once teeming with Giants was now covered by lingering elemental tides.

Yet now one could vaguely see the scarred earth, riddled with ravines and wounds.

The ground was littered with dense pits and craters, massive broken limbs, and pools of bright red blood.

Before the girl could continue surveying the aftermath, a second wave of long‑range cluster spells suddenly fell from the sky.

"No~!! Scatter, scatter!!" a roar that filled the entire battlefield roared suddenly.

The stunned Two-Headed Giant General Follen looked up at the kaleidoscopic sky and let out a sudden warning roar.

As the second round of magical clusters passed, the Giants, having become alert, dispersed their ranks in time, reducing casualties considerably.

Standing atop the tower, Fulade nodded with a satisfied expression.

This counts as a pre‑emptive drill for the future Plane Invasion war!

Otherwise, why would Fulade so solemnly bring over half his forces?

Could it be just to show off his muscles!

He wouldn't waste his power on such a boring self‑destruction.

And looking at the Giant Legion in brief chaos outside the walls, and the towering vines in the distance—those are all good things!

Especially these Giants, perfect fodder seedlings for an invading Plane Invasion.

"Famic, Weiluona, try to keep as many alive as possible," Fulade transmitted.

With two successive waves of long‑range magical cluster strikes,

a cavalry corps of low‑rank Blood Race and warhorses infected with the Blood Race virus, plus the Blood Race aerial units in the sky, had arrived over the battlefield.

At this moment, the dazed Giant Legion, still reeling from the long‑range magical barrage, was plunged into a frontal clash with the Blood Race forces.

After two rounds of long‑range magical clusters, Two-Headed Giant General Follen, seeing the Giant Legion with casualties exceeding a hundred, let out a hysterical roar.

When he realized that among the dead Giants was even a Level‑One Giant, his fury surged to a peak.

One must know that Giants capable of reaching Level‑One life energy are the irreplaceable core of the Giant race.

The entire Giant race has amassed centuries yet only a handful have achieved it.

Facing this unknown alien legion attacking from behind,

The enraged Two-Headed Giant Follen immediately rallied the Giant Legion, leading boldly to charge the oncoming Blood Race cavalry.

The roar rose and fell across the battlefield.

Even in a disadvantageous situation, the Giants unleashed a fervent fighting will, vowing to crush those fragile reptiles completely.

"Bang~!!"

Facing the charging Blood Race cavalry, Ai De swung his iron club, instantly flinging the two oncoming Blood Race riders away.

He stomped his massive foot onto the ground, splashing a gush of bright red blood like smashed tomato juice.

A hearty roar bellowed from Ai De's huge mouth.

Facing these tiny ants, Ai De, who had just felt a hint of fear from the enemy's magical clusters, instantly swelled with confidence.

As he looked toward Giant General Follen, who brazenly charged at those cavalry units, he immediately answered the summons, following General Follen in charging toward the Blood Race Army.

He believed that General Follen was invincible.

Their Giant clan will ultimately become the rulers of this land.

As an ordinary giant, Aide's hulking frame of nearly nine meters placed him only at a middling level among the giants.

Possessing mid-tier peak strength, close to that of a high-level combatant, he found, after charging into the dense cavalry formation of the Blood Race Army, that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

Blanketing the sky like a dark cloud pressing down, the Blood Race's bat swarms and dense cavalry charged.

Fierce collisions, earth-shaking roars.

Brutal slaughter instantly began on the green plains outside Kelovite.

This was a passionate, blood-soaked brutal clash; scarlet blood, in an instant, drenched the entire green meadow.

The war had barely begun when it instantly reached its climax.

Facing the massed cavalry charge.

At first, the fearless giant Aide hadn't even finished dealing with a few bothersome ants before he fell into the mire, heavily encircled by the Blood Race cavalry and pure-blood Blood Race.

Numerous wounds appeared all over Aide's body.

Waves of numbness emanated from the torn, bitten skin.

Seeing the sinister bat swarms filling his vision, the normally unconcerned Aide let out an angry roar.

With a sweep of his huge hand, he suddenly grabbed those pesky creatures, shoved them into his mouth, blood spraying like watermelon juice dripping from the corners of his lips.

Unfortunately, a fierce pain from his ankle struck before he could react, and he collapsed with a crash.

In an instant, his entire field of vision was engulfed by endless darkness.

The last image Aide saw before falling.

It was a towering giant, even larger than General Follen, who stormed onto the battlefield with unstoppable force and tore apart Captain Aili, whose height reached nearly thirteen meters.

Gazing at the scarlet blood rain pouring from the sky and Captain Aili's dying scream, a look of disbelief flickered across Giant Aide's eyes.

That was Captain Aili! The strongest under General Follen! (End of chapter)