Iron Powder and Spellcaster

After the epic duel in front of the battle line to determine the winner, the Jessica Brigade had been fighting for six hours.

The setting sun hung slanting, and dead bodies, both human and horse, were lying messily inside and outside the trench.

Each body was battered by shot, shot, and lead, but at least they had some shape.

Just a few steps away - in the area between the ditch and the fort wall - the scene was completely different.

In stark contrast to the inside and outside of the trench, the ground under the wall was filled with broken pieces of meat, flying stumps, spilled internal organs and disemboweled dead horses.

Most of the dead there were blown to pieces by [thrown grenades].

In comparison, dying by a sword is a pretty way to die.

At the edge of the trench, a dying Hud man was pinned down by a horse corpse, unable to survive or die.

His wailing was intermittent, and the Platoans could not understand it, but they were all horrified.

Finally, one of the musketeers couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and fired a shot at the Hed. Others also opened fire, giving the man a good blow.

Hearing the sound of gunfire, the furious sergeant went up and slapped the musketeer twice for wasting ammunition.

The Terdun people, who had been repelled again, were regrouping to the west of the bridgehead, and the green horsetail banner symbolizing the Khan King also moved to the southwest.

At the cost of thousands of lives, the Teltun people gradually discovered the weakness of the fortress: not in the north and south, but in the west and east.

This bridgehead has only the south gate and the north gate. The south gate is close to the river and the north gate is covered by a triangular fort. They are the two hardest points of the defense system.

There are no gates on the east and west walls, so the Plattans who came out of the fort to counterattack had to go around from the south gate and the north gate, and the attackers could take the opportunity to intercept and kill them.

Moreover, there are no triangular forts outside the east and west walls, so the siege team can directly attack the fort walls.

The outer defenses of the western wall were in dilapidated condition, with horse stakes pulled out, trenches filled in, and parapets dug down.

Pushing crude equipment, the Terdun people approached the western wall step by step. There was no division of troops or feints this time, and those who were warming up the fire had to make the final decision.

The Platoans who still had fighting strength were also concentrated on the western wall.

"Don't be afraid!" Winters walked among the soldiers, patting everyone on the shoulders and back: "The Huds can't hold on any longer! This is the last shiver after peeing!"

Gendarmerie Heinrich followed the centurion with his military flag high, and a large medal tied to the top of the flagpole.

Gunpowder smoke, sweat, and mud formed a thick layer on the soldiers' faces, making it difficult for Winters to see their facial features.

The wounds of lightly wounded soldiers were hastily bandaged with bandages they made themselves, many of which were soaked with blood.

The Plattus was exhausted and had no energy left to even speak.

Only the centurion's voice, although hoarse, was still loud and clear: "That monkey's ass and face met us! It's unlucky for him! After this battle, he will have to pee blood for the rest of his life! He will also have bifurcation!"

A burst of laughter echoed from the castle walls.

Winters, who was patrolling, ran into Father Carman head-on at the southwest corner of the bastion.

"Why are you up here?" He quickly pushed Kaman towards the stairs: "You are the only surgeon! Get down!"

Surgeons are rare, and since the Catholic Church prohibits clergy from “staining blood on their hands,” clergymen with surgical training are rarer than dogs that walk upright.

The old magic stick is in the main camp, and there is only one clergyman in the bridgehead, Kaman.

With him in charge of the medical clinic, the wounded would feel at ease whether they were alive or dead. Winters could not afford to lose the doctor and priest.

"Don't spill it!" Kaman protected the silver cup in his hand and hung a cloth bag with the Holy Emblem on his chest: "We have to let everyone receive the Holy Communion, right?"

"Today is Sunday?" Winters was stunned. Only then did he realize that Carman was wearing a holy robe.

"Yes." Kaman took out a small biscuit from the cloth bag, dipped it in the wine in the cup, and handed it to the caster: "Want one?"

Winters hummed softly, reached into his cloth bag and took out a large handful of cookies: "I can help myself."

While chatting and laughing, the Hurds had entered eighty meters, and Mason took the lead in firing.

The seven artillery pieces that were pushed to the northwest and southwest corner bastions fired one after another.

Shells the size of walnuts swept across the battlefield like hailstones. The Herds were bloody and bloody, and several gaps were even blasted into the formation.

The cannon was like a starting gun, the drums were beating loudly, and Terdun's troops rushed towards the Western Wall with shouts.

Drummers on the fort walls also beat the snare drum.

The musketeer went to the wall and readied his musket. Each picks a target and aims carefully.

The sound of the drums suddenly stopped, and the sound of gongs cut through the noise: "Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A volley fired.

A dozen Hurds fell to the ground, but more followed.

The drumming continued and a second group of musketeers approached the wall.

After dozens of rounds of actual combat shooting, the execution of rotation tactics no longer required Winters to command at the top of his lungs.

But the musketeers had just fired three volleys, and with two "clang" and "clang" sounds, two wooden ladders had already been set up on the fort wall.

The Hed held his scimitar in his teeth and quickly climbed up the fort wall.

This is the consequence of losing the fortifications under the city. The shooting window of long-range weapons is greatly compressed.

There were also some musketeers on the guard tower. Although they were in an excellent position, they were shot by the Hurd archers one after another.

"Sergeant Carl! Take your men to the wooden wall! The others are free to shoot" Winters yelled: "Spearmen! Push them down!"

Some of the musketeers hurriedly ran to the second wooden fort wall behind, where Lieutenant Colonel Jessica personally sat.

At this time, the defenders should send their elite troops to charge and kill the enemies below the city, but the Jashka brigade was no longer able to attack again.

Mason was responsible for the northwest bastion, Bard the southwest bastion, and Winters the west wall.

With a spearman he carried the logs and knocked over a wooden ladder.

The Hurd fell down on the ladder, dusted himself off and got up again - the fortress's earthen wall was not high enough to kill anyone.

For every ladder the Platons knocked down, the enemy pushed up three more.

The enemy also launched two seesaw-shaped instruments, and some enemies climbed the fortress wall with bare hands.

Hurd warriors armed with steel swords and wearing heavy armor swarmed onto the fortress wall, and the battle turned into a bloody face-to-face fight.

The Platons were armored, and the Hittites were also armored, making it extremely difficult to kill the enemy - for both sides.

The people with red eyes desperately stabbed each other in the face, armpits, crotch and other places that lacked armor protection.

As long as anyone falls down, he will be stabbed to death by random knives through the gaps in the armor.

Winters was charging left and right on the wall. He had changed four scimitars in his hand, but there were still more and more Hurds around him.

The Hedians also discovered that there was a Platonic warrior who was so fierce that no one could be his enemy.

"[Herd] The sea warriors obey the order!" A leader of the red-feathered Herd stood on a high place, pointed his saber at Winters and shouted: "[Herd] Surround and kill the soldiers quickly! "

"QNMD!" Winters raised his hand and launched a flying arrow technique.

The steel nail hit the helmet, and the red-feathered Hed was knocked over.

At the same time, two Hurdles crashed into Winters. He dodged one, but was hugged by the other.

"Let go!" Winters hit the Hud man's head with the handle of the knife like hammering nails. He even heard the sound of bones breaking: "Let go!"

However, Herderis's arms were like a vise, tightly strangling Winters' waist and abdomen. Winters' plate armor creaked and even began to deform.

"Ah!" Hedrich shouted violently and used his wrestling skills to lift Winters, who weighed more than 200 kilograms with armor, in an attempt to beat Winters to death.

"Here! Me! Let go! Hands!" Winters, who was lifted into the air, roared like thunder, tore off Hedlix's neck armor, and inserted the scimitar into his neck: "Death!"

Herderis was killed on the spot, but still did not let go of his arms, and fell down with Winters.

Winters was pinned down by the body of the Hurdles as more Hurdles rushed towards him.

"Save the centurion!" Ciel, who was more than ten meters away, shouted anxiously, swung his halberd and attacked Winters.

"[Herd] Stop them!" But the leader of the red-feathered Hed struggled to get up again, shouting with blood on his face: "[Herd] Surround him and kill him!"

Immediately several Hurds stopped to rescue the soldiers.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

Three consecutive flying arrow spells were cast without reservation, and Winters almost fainted.

Hong Lingyu saw a flash of cold light, and the three warriors fell down.

"[Hudese] He is the Chosen One!" Hong Lingyu suddenly understood, and he yelled like crazy: "[Hudese] Kill him! Kill that Chosen One!"

Upon hearing the centurion's words, the surrounding Hed soldiers were all stunned and did not dare to approach Winters.

After hesitating for a full second, they gritted their teeth and pounced on the "Chosen One" amidst the centurion's roar.

It was this second that gave Winters a chance to breathe.

But the steel nails on his hands had been polished off, and the Hud had already rushed one meter away from him.

In desperation - and in desperation, Winters launched the flying arrow technique directly at the Hud man's head.

"Puch!", "Plop!"

Two eyeballs exploded directly.

"Ah!!!" The Hed man screamed in a voice that was not like a human voice. The severe pain caused the burly man to roll on the ground, and his eye sockets had turned into two blurry masses of flesh and blood.

The other Hurds were stunned.

Winters was also experiencing unprecedented phantom pain, even more intense than the pain endured by the Hurds who lost their eyes - it was like putting the body under a stone, crushing it inch by inch repeatedly.

His body was convulsing with the severe mental pain, and he had never output so much magic power in one breath.

But at the moment of life and death, he had no time to think.

If it works, keep using it.

The phantom pain goes away just as quickly as it comes. The moment he recovered from the spasm, Winters unleashed his flying arrow technique on the head of the second Hud.

This time, he completely abandoned all restrictions and opened all valves.

Major Moritz taught him the [Flying Arrow Technique] with an emphasis on precision, and now Winters is simply pushing the output of magic power to the limit without reservation, direction, or control - no, beyond. limit.

The second Hud man immediately gushed blood from his mouth, clutched his throat and stumbled down the wall.

Then the third one.

This time, Winters had a clear understanding. In the state of extreme spellcasting, he used the head of the Hurd man as the casting material and launched the flying arrow technique in two directions at the same time.

The head of the third Hud exploded on the spot, red and white splashing like rain.

"The Chosen One"

This word rang in the minds of the Hurds, and the still living Hurds around Winters rolled and crawled away into the distance.

Leader Hong Feather Hed was completely desperate. He was trembling and kneeling on the ground, muttering some kind of scripture as if he was praying.

Winters broke away from Hedlix's arms, supported the parapet, and walked to Hong Lingyu.

Hong Lingyu looked up at Winters, his eyes full of tears. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to hug Winters' leg.

Winters' face was pale. He gasped, wiped his nosebleed with the back of his hand, and pointed at Hong Lingyu's head to enter the casting state: "Disintegration."

Hong Lingyu's head was torn apart by an invisible force.

"Cavalry!" Someone on the sentry tower pointed at the wall and shouted anxiously: "The cavalry is coming!"

Hundreds of cavalry rushed straight towards the city wall. These cavalry had only horse armor, no human armor, no helmets, and even no saddles. They tried their best to reduce their load.

Only then did Winters understand what the fire-warmer was planning.

The walls of this fortress are not made of rammed earth or cooked earth, but simply mounds of earth, which originally had a slope.

The Hurds dug a little and slowed down the slope, so the cavalry could charge directly to the city.

Now, everyone is at the end of their game, and these "lightly-armed" heavy cavalry who have recuperated their strength are the final blow to the fire-warmers.

With the speed of a full sprint, Hurd's cavalry ran up the fort wall. The horse neighed and climbed up with foam at the mouth.

One horse, two horses... Nearly a hundred cavalrymen jumped into the fortress and ran rampantly on the fortress wall, knocking away all the Platoans and Hedians wherever they passed.

Some soldiers wearing heavy armor were trampled to death, and their screams were unbearable to hear.

Winters couldn't resist the power of the charge. Seeing the heavily armored war horse coming towards him, he immediately jumped off the wall and rolled on the spot to remove the impact.

The wall was cleared instantly, and the Hurd cavalry rushed towards the wooden houses inside the fort - there were warehouses, medical clinics and headquarters.

The Hurds who followed closely placed the military flag on the fortress. The Hurds outside the city cheered, and some even couldn't help but kiss the ground.

Winters looked towards the second rampart, where Lieutenant Colonel Jessica's position was.

Charge! The shrill sound of the charging horn resounded through the fortress.

"Uukhai!" the Palatuan people's war cry shook the earth.

Plato soldiers wearing plate armor and holding heavy halberds poured out from the hidden soldier cave under the wall, shouting and killing the Hurd cavalry.

[Placing reserves on the reverse slope], this is one of the four things Winters learned in the Army Academy.

But don’t forget that John Jessica and Winters Montagne were from the same school.

The man who bakes the fire has a tuning hammer, and so does the one-eyed man.

One hundred and twenty halberdiers have been waiting for this moment from the moment the siege started.

Prior to this, no matter how dangerous the battle situation was, Lieutenant Colonel Jessica never blew the charge horn.

The fire-warmer wants to smash the Platoon with his hammer, but the one-eyed man is waiting to smash the fire-warmer's hammer.

The fleeing Plato soldiers regrouped and launched a countercharge behind the halberdiers. The Herd cavalry were dragged off their horses and killed one by one.

"Kill!" Winters took the military flag from Heinrich and took the lead towards the fortress wall.

The fort wall changed hands again, and the Platts attacked the city, but the Heds outside did not know what was happening inside the fort, and were still climbing up the wall desperately.

"Grenade!" Winters shouted to the soldiers beside him: "Are there any more grenades?"

Terdun tribe ants attack the city, which is suitable for killing with grenades.

There was a cacophony of shouts, gunfire, and screams, and Ciel leaned over Winters' ear and shouted, "Use it all!"

Grenades were miraculous in the attack and defense of the fortress, but the iron-cased bombs stored by the Jessica Brigade had long been exhausted.

Looking around, Winters saw the armor on Hurd's dead body. He quickly picked up the breastplate and tied it to the gunpowder barrel.

Everyone gradually understood what the centurion wanted to do.

"I'm going to move the powder keg!" Shar pulled the two people beside him away: "You two, follow me!"

Armor, powder barrels and powder twists were turned into simple bombs. As for whether they could be used, Winters didn't know.

Just as he was about to ignite the gunpowder, he suddenly pulled out the dagger and cut the leather rope holding the armor into pieces, leaving only the armor in place.

Then, he entered the spell-casting state, and the medicine began to hiss and burn.

Winters held the powder keg and made no move. Seeing that the twist of medicine was getting shorter and shorter, the surrounding Plato soldiers closed their eyes involuntarily.

It wasn't until the powder was about to burn out that Winters threw the "armor-piercing grenade" out of the wall.

With a loud "rumbling" sound, the gunpowder barrel exploded in the air.

On the walls and under the walls, everyone's ears were ringing and dizzy.

The powder keg is too big and the explosion isn't ideal - but it doesn't need to be ideal.

The armor wrapped around the gunpowder barrel was torn apart by the shock wave, and each armor leaf was like a shotgun, shooting out in all directions.

The rain of death and steel rained down on the heads of the Hud people outside the city. The crowd was knocked down like wheat, and many people never stood up again.

Even the Platoans were stunned by this cruel weapon.

"Come again!" Winters yelled with red eyes.

The Platians hurriedly found armor and powder barrels.

"What are you doing? Montagne? Go and capture the flag!" Lieutenant Colonel Jessica on the second rampart pointed to the southwest and yelled at Winters: "Pull the Hurd flag for me!"

Following the direction indicated by the lieutenant colonel, Winters saw the Hurd flag flying on the southwest bastion.

The Hurds who had stormed the fortress wall were already in decline. Winters led the soldiers around him and killed several people before rushing to the flag.

Relying on his superb swordsmanship, the Hart flag bearer confidently faced the Plato champion with a sword drawn out in a graceful manner.

But Winters' swordsmanship has been polished by bloody battles one after another, becoming simple and pure.

He raised his arm and raised his scimitar high, deliberately exposing the middle door to the opponent.

Of course, Hurd's flag bearer would not miss this opportunity and stabbed him with his sword.

Winters slapped the enemy's saber away from top to bottom, stepped forward and twisted his wrist, wiping away the opponent's neck.

Hurd's standard bearer's counterattack was blocked by his plate armor. He covered his wound in disbelief, backed away, and finally fell to the corner.

A simple tap, a pick, two actions took the life of Hurd's flag bearer.

After taking care of the flag bearer, Winters jumped onto the parapet, pulled out the ponytail flag, and the sound of magic amplified echoed across the battlefield: "Come on! Look here!"

Regardless of whether they can understand or not, everyone's eyes can't help but look at the figure on the city wall.

Winters shouted loudly, broke the ponytail flag in two, and threw it hard against the wall.

"Long live!" the Platoans roared enthusiastically: "Victory!"

The morale of the Hed people collapsed completely and receded like a tide. Even the supervising team could not stop it.

…

…

Late at night, the temporary camp of Terdun Department.

It is said to be a temporary camp, but it is actually a leeward slope.

The tents, horses, food and drink of the Terdun tribe were all burned to the ground by the Platuan people - literally everything was burned to the ground.

They now have nothing but food, drink and blankets they brought with them.

You will not be able to get angry and go to war. Those who are warming themselves to the fire will now taste the bitter consequences.

Even he didn't have a tent, and the other Hud people could only sleep on the ground wrapped in fur robes.

Thanks to the Herd's tenacity and exhaustion after a hard day's battle. So they didn't pick a place to live and fell asleep one after another.

The fire-warmer did not rest, and the anger in his chest not only did not go out, but became more intense.

The Kota [leaders] of the Terdun tribe were sitting around a bonfire, discussing the next step.

"[King in Khedian] Khan." An experienced captain warned cautiously: "[Hidden] Just drinking mare's milk is not the answer. Otherwise, we should go to the Chihe tribe for food first, and then go back and take back the golden man who sacrifices to the sky. "

"[Hede] Fire-warmer, I also agree to go to the Chihe tribe." Another captain said dissatisfied: "[Hede] We have lost so many horses and men, and the Chihe tribe should pay for it!"

"[Hidden language] We can't fight anyway!" There was also a captain with gray temples and a big belly who said in a very fierce tone: "[Hidden language] If we fight again, we will lose all our money! If the old Khan was here, he would never fight like this A waste of money!"

Each of the captains spoke more rudely than the last, but in fact those who were willing to speak were direct descendants of the fire-warmer. The grizzled and pot-bellied captain was even the fire-warmer's uncle.

The leader of the foreign department's eyes flashed and he was unwilling to express his position. In fact, he was already thinking about the way out.

The fire-warmer stared at the dancing flames without saying a word.

There was the sound of horse hooves approaching quickly, and a messenger found the man warming himself.

The messenger bowed and presented a gold-inlaid horn: "[Hedian] Blood descendant of the golden people, Terdun Fire-warmer, I bring you a gift and message from the red lion cub."

[Note: The Hud people have the custom of giving gifts, and the messenger will never come empty-handed]

"[Herdese] White Lion's younger brother?" The fire-warmer took the gold-inlaid horn and sneered: "[Herdese] Say it!"

"[Hidden] The little lion asked me to tell you that the war is approaching and the troops should not be divided into two places. He invites you to join him and he is willing to share everything in the cup, plate and bowl with you. The spoils of the past, he I am willing to share half of it with you. You will be the first to choose any future spoils."

The fire-warmer's face was livid, and he threw the horn into the fire: "[Hud language] Do I want to let the white lion's brother pity me?"

He held the scabbard tightly in his left hand and gritted his teeth.

When the captains of the side branch saw the face of the fire-warmer, they all trembled and buried their heads in their knees.

Even the fire-warmer's uncle would not dare to get into trouble with this now.

A voice with a slight accent suddenly came from beside the campfire: "[Hidden] The little lion is right. The war is imminent, and we really shouldn't divide our troops into two."

The speaker used a wooden stick to pull the golden horn out of the fire and handed it to the person warming it again.

When the fire-warmer saw the person who was speaking, his livid face slowly turned red, but he actually didn't chop him out with a knife.

If Winters saw this scene in front of him, he would be shocked, because it was the old interpreter who comforted the fire-warmer.

"[Herd] What do you think we should do?" the fire-warmer asked respectfully.

"[Hede language] Go to Chihebu, and then..." He was just half-sentence. The old interpreter suddenly stopped.

He stood up abruptly, listened for a moment, and then glared at the messenger: "[Hede language] You brought people here! The Chihe tribe wants to annex us?"

"[Hede] No! How is it possible!" The Chihe tribe's envoy was horrified and denied it repeatedly.

However, not only the old interpreter, but also other captains also heard the sound of horse hooves.

And it's not just one or two, there are at least hundreds of them, and they are killing them quickly.

"[Hudian] Enemy attack!" The fire-warmer kicked over the bonfire and shouted: "[Hudian] Enemy attack!"

The captains of the Terdun tribe immediately ran to the resting place of their tribes.

In the distance, a stiff shout came along with the sound of hoofbeats: "[Hidden] Defeated! Defeated! Our army is defeated! The one who roasted the fire is dead!"

The shouter's Hurd language is very blunt, and it sounds like it has just been learned.

"[Hudese] Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ‐basking basis."

At this moment, outside the Teltown camp, Winters was happily shouting in the newly learned Hud language: "[Hud language] Defeated! Defeated! Our army is defeated! The one who roasted the fire is dead!"

With the help of amplification technology, his shout alone could reach the sound of a hundred people.

How could Lieutenant Colonel Jessica allow the people of Teltown to have a good night's sleep?

The cavalry detachment delivering gunpowder to the bridgehead was detained by the lieutenant colonel, waiting to be put to use now.

"Ура!" Pierre stabbed the horse's ribs, shouting at the top of his lungs to encourage himself, and swung his saber like a full moon, cutting off half of Hurd's head in one blow.

Angelou, Vashika and Bell followed closely behind Pierre, also wielding their sabers and slashing left and right.

The hussars and Dussac went on a rampage in the Telton camp, killing whoever they saw.

Winters took out objects the size of heads from his saddlebags, lit the gunpowder outside, and threw them at the panicked Triton tribe.

These big-headed things are [improved armor-piercing grenades].

Primitive armor-piercing grenades not only waste gunpowder, but are also too powerful and prone to accidental damage.

Therefore, the urgently improved second version of armor-piercing grenades were all replaced with small barrels. It is only about the size of a head, and is sealed with asphalt on the inside and outside.

When painting the outer layer of asphalt, stick the nail strips on the asphalt to increase the lethality.

Winters rode his luck around the perimeter of the Teltown camp, throwing armor-piercing grenades one after another.

There was only a flash of fire, followed by a dull explosion, and small pieces of iron flew everywhere in the night, setting off a storm of flesh and blood.

"Okay! Withdraw!" Andre caught up with Winters from behind: "It's a mess! If we fight again, we have to get in!"

Winters reached for his saddle bag. It was empty. All eight grenades had been thrown away.

"What a pity." Winters thought to himself: "If we had three thousand cavalry, we might be able to defeat the Telton tribe in one fell swoop."

It's a pity that Winters didn't have it. He only had a hundred horses - more than half of which were lent to Jessica by Sackler.

Terdun's troops were in chaos, but the camp was not bombed.

Each Herd centurion has a separate rest area, and most soldiers can still find the centurion.

Once they come to their senses, these hundred knights will be wiped out in an instant.

Now that we are out of the battle, the Terdun people will not be able to regroup until at least tomorrow morning, which is enough.

"Withdraw." Winters nodded.

The trumpeter blew the retreat horn, and upon hearing the sound, the Palatine cavalry broke away from the battle and rushed to the predetermined assembly point.

Andre rode a very majestic black horse and asked Winters happily: "Do you think this is worth a Grand Cross?"

…

At the same time, eight kilometers east of the Jaška fortress, the Szekely temporary camp was located.

The two infantry brigades crossed the North Confluence River from the pontoon bridge and joined the original six infantry brigades of Szekely's department.

In the temporary camp, General Sackler left only a few soldiers and all the military flags.

Under the leadership of Szekler, eight infantry brigades marched toward Beizhai overnight.

…

"W.M's Spell Book"

Entry: Lysis

Description: Apply the flying arrow technique to an object in two directions at the same time. It does not emphasize precision, but only emphasizes explosive power.

Note: I never thought that [Disintegration] would be a kinetic spell. I can't help but wonder, what would be the effect if someone could release the flying arrow technique in more than two directions at the same time?

Another note: If Mr. Christian’s results are not published, this year’s [Antoine Laurent Award] will definitely be mine. If [Tornado Technique], [Fire Tornado Technique], and [Huygens Version of Deflection Technique] are published this year, maybe... I can publish them next year?

There are 7,490 words, which can be regarded as almost two chapters. So should the one chapter owed before be paid back...

[Disintegration is the spell that appears in the prologue...]

I originally wanted to finish the battle in this chapter, and then write about the military-level magic in the next chapter, but it turned out that the battle only started at the end of this chapter...

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