Chapter 526 Magic Attack

Accompanied by a huge explosion, the hot air suddenly spread out from the air, and the hot air fell on the heads of the soldiers in the back half of the Crusader Army in the form of a visible shock wave.

A group of soldiers directly below the explosion seemed to be slapped by a huge hand, and fell to the ground, either with their chests or their backs on the ground.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Mom!"

"Merciful Father!"

The screams were endless. Among the people who fell, some struggled on the ground, some could only crawl slightly, and some supported themselves to stand up again, but they only felt a buzzing in their ears, dizzy, and the whole world in front of them was spinning.

"It's so hot!"

"Hiss~hiss~!"

Many of those who were hit by the heat flow had burn marks on their bodies.

Although it seemed that not many people died, it had a terrible impact on the entire Crusader Army.

The huge momentum shocked everyone on the battlefield, whether it was the injured Crusaders or the Eton Army whose morale had been revived. For a few seconds, both sides fell into silence, except for those who were struggling and crying out in pain on the ground.

The commander of the Eton Army, Grand Duke Otto Cabray, who personally fought in the battle, had marks left by swords on his armor and helmet. Although the best armor in the army protected him from the damage from sharp weapons and there were no bleeding wounds on his body, no matter how good the armor was, it could not completely resist the attack of blunt weapons.

The Grand Duke now only felt pain all over his body. I guess many parts of his body were already black and purple. Every time he swung the sword in his hand, he screamed in pain, but in the eyes of others, this was the roar of a warrior, full of momentum, which excited the Eton soldiers and frightened the Crusaders.

Grand Duke Cabre, who was fighting hard, also heard the huge explosion. Knowing the plan of the spellcasters, he understood that it was their group magic that was activated. Grand Duke Cabre, who was in the crowd, could not see the tragic situation behind the Crusader Army, but he could hear the sound of pain and fear coming from that direction.

It seems to be working well!

Grand Duke Eaton could not help but look at the back of his army. In a higher place close to them, more than a dozen people in red robes were standing there in an orderly manner. They were a group of spellcasters. When the spell was activated, they all maintained the same posture, half-raising their hands in the air, motionless like statues.

Grand Duke Cabre's wife, Grand Duchess Helen, and his wife's teacher, Ms. Marianna, were among the group of spellcasters.

Helen's breathing was a little rapid, her face was red, and her chest was rising and falling violently, as if she had undergone intense exercise, and beads of sweat flowed down the hair stuck to her cheeks.

Among the dozen or so spellcasters, except for Ms. Marianna, everyone else was like Helen, and the male spellcasters were even more disrespectful and panting.

Helen retracted her raised hands and wiped the sweat off her face with a handkerchief.

"Teacher, did we... succeed?"

"It seems, yes."

Ms. Marianna, with her fiery red hair, looked at the formation of the Guardian Army in the distance and carefully observed the effect of the spell.

Her condition was much better than that of other spellcasters. Except for a slightly red face, her whole condition was the same as usual.

"Master Chiyan, congratulations."

A male spellcaster congratulated her using the name in the secret meeting.

"You have finally improved this spell to the point where it can be used in actual combat."

Marianna, the Lady of the Red Flame, smiled slightly, "It is just barely usable, and we need to continue to improve it. The number of casters, casting distance, casting time, target accuracy, power, coverage... these factors should still have room for optimization."

The male caster bowed to Marianna, "You are as diligent in pursuing perfection as always."

Marianna responded, "Only in this way can magic continue to improve."

She looked at Helen, with a gratified expression on her face, and said, "Helen, you performed well, but you can cooperate so well after practicing a few times."

Praised by the teacher, Grand Duchess Helen smiled happily, as if she had returned to her childhood when she was still receiving magic guidance.

But Helen's face soon showed a nervous look. She looked at her husband who was still leading the Eaton soldiers to kill the enemy on the battlefield, her eyes full of worry, "Teacher, when will Nathan and Sita launch support? The cavalry of the Crusaders seems to have retreated."

Marianna gently stroked Helen's back, "It must be a great consumption to defeat the cavalry. Only sufficient rest can make them perform at their best. Don't worry, this time should be about right. They will come to support your husband soon."

After getting the teacher's assurance, Helen was relieved.

Marianna shouted to everyone: "Everyone, hurry up and recover, and try to give them another chance before the Collins are completely defeated."

...

"What happened?"

The commanders of the Crusaders, including Fedotov and Harper, were stunned and looked at the explosion that just happened above their soldiers' heads with a look of shock.

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Harper's mouth opened wide for a long time. He raised his right hand tremblingly and pointed at a small group of people behind the Eaton people. With his amazing intuition, he actually guessed the culprit of this disaster.

"It must be them! General Fedotov, I can feel that those people who are arranged neatly must be the wizards from Eaton."

"It must be that they are using evil magic to hurt our soldiers."

Fedotov looked in the direction Harper pointed, and he instantly felt the weirdness of those people. The people there did not use flags to issue orders, nor did they make any other movements. They just stood there stiffly with their arms half raised, as if they were performing some ritual.

Harper's feeling might be right, that is, the wizards of Eaton were casting spells.

"Hateful!"

Fedotov folded the whip in his hand fiercely. If his cavalry was still there, he could immediately send them out to detour and wipe out the group of devil's incarnations.

I don't know what evil magic they will cast next. Oh no, that was already very scary.

The Crusader Army's formation became chaotic in an instant under the magic attack just now. The officers supervising the battle in the formation struggled hard and shouted until their throats were broken before they reorganized the soldiers.

Fortunately, the Crusader Army had a greater advantage in manpower than the Eaton side, and the soldiers in the front rows were not affected by the explosion, otherwise a counterattack from the Eaton people would have caused them to collapse on the spot.

"Chained Demon! Chained Demon!"

Harper beside him suddenly screamed in fear, pointing at a team approaching from a distance.

The real defeat of the Crusader Army finally began.