Chapter 358 - Eve of the Final Battle (3/3) (1/2)
Chapter 358: Eve of the Final Battle (3/3)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Rumble, Rumble!
Half a mile outside the scientific capital of Lariel City, the magic cannons belonging to the Dark Elves were bombarding Lariel’s magic defenses.
Lariel had no city walls. Instead, the city was surrounded by a magic dome barrier. This barrier was extremely strong and possessed the strength of a Level-9 expert. It was extraordinary, at least 30 feet thick, with a diameter of over 2.5 miles.
Every shot from the magic cannon was equivalent to the power of an expert Level-6 attack. Yet, although the Dark Elves had continuously bombarded the city for three days and expended over a thousand cannon shells, the magic barrier had only thinned slightly.
When Aymons arrived at the scene, the cannons were still going off without stopping.
“What’s the situation?” Aymons immediately went to the commander’s camp to ask his disciple, Lawndale.
In this sneak attack on the Yabbas, Aymons was the overall commander. The commander amongst the demons was Misamier, while Lawndale was Aymons’s deputy commander, as well as his greatest assistant.
“The strength of the barrier has decreased by 8.3% from three days ago. At this rate, we will be able to reduce its strength to under 50% in 20 days. At that time, with the strength of the alliance between the demons and us Dark Elves, we will successfully break into and conquer Lariel City,” Lawndale reported, being very precise with the estimates.
“Twenty days? Can the magic crystal keep up with the consumption?” Aymons asked.
The magic cannons were powered by special magic crystals obtained from the Yabbas. They had obtained this technology from previous Yabba cities that they conquered, and as for the magic crystals, the only way to obtain them was from the sky city Pollol. Because that was the only factory that produced these crystals, the crystals were extremely limited.
If it weren’t for the limitation because of the crystals, they would have fired way more than a thousand shots in the last three days. In fact, they might even have broken through the barrier by now.
Lawndale replied confidently, “There shouldn’t be any problems. Actually, I’ve discovered the blueprints for the crystal factory and am constructing one such crystal factory for our clan. It should be ready to begin production in half a month. At that time, our rate of attack can increase by one fold!”
Aymons revealed a slight smile. He loved to see his disciple’s confident demeanor. Then, he asked, “How many cannons we have now? What about airships? I want an exact number.”
Lawndale found this queries strange, but he reported the numbers nonetheless. “We have 500 cannons, of which 200 are being used in battle. Among them, 50 were built by us, although they aren’t as effective. We also have five airships, and each airship contains 50 more cannons. Although we can maneuver them in the air now, it will take a bit more practice to properly use them in battle.”
“The airships can’t be deployed yet? Isn’t there a team of Yabba pilots?”
Lawndale replied, “Teacher, I was just about to report this to you. The Yabba puppets that are controlled by the Dark Serpent are completely useless. Operating the airships is a very delicate process. These puppets’ minds are not in perfect condition, and they can’t do it. In fact, they’ve already ruined one airship.”
Hearing this report, Aymons pondered in silence.
Then, Aymons went to the frontlines of battle. The moment he revealed himself, multiple musket shots were fired in his direction by Yabba musketeers. They were very fierce and precise, and it was because of them that the Dark Army had taken such damage.
Of course, this attack was ineffective against Aymons. Around his body appeared a barrier. Clang clang clang. Upon hitting the barrier, the bullets simply dropped to the ground.
Aymons inspected the thick magic barrier around Lariel and sighed.
The Yabba’s magic barrier was not only incomparably thick, but it was also extremely well-designed.
It was not simply one thick piece of barrier which would collapse upon breaking. No, it was made of multiple layers of small barriers, such that even if a few were destroyed, the other layers would still be unaffected.
With this kind of defense, it would be useless even if Aymons used the Divine Gear to attack. All he could do was to open an isolated hole that, were his forces to use to enter, would incite an attack from the Yabbas all around it. Such an attack was doomed to fail.
Over the course of history, the ancient Yabba people had faced many such attacks. Their history was only slightly shorter than the even more ancient Yabba people.
After observing for another ten seconds, Aymons turned around and said to Lawndale, “Prepare to retreat!”
Lawndale was shocked. “Teacher, but why?”
Aymons responded with an explanation that was not really an explanation. However, he knew that his disciple would understand. “Link has mastered a Legendary magic spell. Furthermore, he has returned to Orida Fortress with news of our attack.”
Lawndale immediately shut his mouth.
He knew that this attack on the Yabbas was a covert operation. This was why they had done all they could to prevent information from leaking out. Once the alliance got wind of their activities, the Dark Army would have to face an attack from two sides. Furthermore, Link had unexpectedly mastered a Legendary spell. That would make him a Legendary-level Magician. How could he have ascended so quickly?
Aymons continued, “Misamier and I went to subdue him. In the end, Misamier was killed, and I had no choice but to teleport away. Not only has he mastered a Legendary spell, but his puppet also possesses enough power to oppose the Divine Gear. I suspect that Link gained some knowledge on how to fight against the Divine Gear from the dragons.”
Lawndale was shocked, but his mind still ran through his plans quickly. “In that case, we’ve got to take down Orida Fortress before our opponents are ready. No matter what, we need to take down this stronghold.”
“Exactly.” Aymons was pleased with his disciple. Whatever he entrusted to his disciple, it would be completed to his satisfaction, with no gaps left behind.
“Teacher, there will certainly be no problems for our army to retreat. But what about the demons…?” The demons weren’t under the control of the Dark Elves, and since Misamier was dead, they had lost their chain of command.