Synopsis: Infinite Conquest

Because Tohsaka Deed, who understands the 'splitting' characteristics of the beluga whale, will never allow it to split into multiple individuals, so it must kill with one hit, and this magic spear is naturally a type of 'range attack'.

With one move, tens of thousands of warriors will be left without bones...

"Repeat! (Repeat)" Tohsaka Chi's flat and indifferent voice resounded in Beatrice's mind. "Aim at the beluga whale, do your best, give up pity, and throw the spear that will hit you."

In an instant, magic power built an indestructible bridge between the magician and the artificial spirit, and the power called the 'contract' interfered with Beatrice's behavior and heart.

——After the contract with the devil, there will be no self at all.

"..what!!!!!!"

A heart-piercing roar came from the air, and the magic spear, which had been somewhat disintegrated, was also thrown by Beatrice at the beluga whale.

The monster named Moby Dick now has a humanized look called 'fear' in his eyes. There is no doubt that even the props made by witches now understand that 'the time of the end has come'.

And the soldiers who were clinging to the beluga whale and suppressing it, not only did not fear to retreat under the intervention of the spell, but showed a hideous and distorted smile on their faces, and continued to suppress the beast that was on the verge of death.

The next moment, the spear containing all the magic power of hundreds of thousands of elves stabbed the huge giant whale——

Pure white, filled the world, there is no explosion, because the concept called 'sound' has completely disappeared under the torrent brought by this magic explosion.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Tremors from the heart, resounding in the bottom of everyone's heart, and then——

"Boom!" Aftermath, finally arrived.

The huge explosion instantly vaporized the snow-white monster, and even the tens of thousands of soldiers around were left without bones. It has long been a completely magmatic and vitrified crater.

Of course, the most valuable spellcasters and professional troops, under the protection of the magic circle that had been prepared, did not suffer much damage, but suffered a lot of burns under the strong light.

Half a minute later, the gray smoke of gunpowder was gently swayed by a breeze, and a purgatory-like world appeared in front of everyone!

"Tsk, I've gone too far this time."

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Chapter [-] The Psalm of the Undead (for a reward!)

The solid rock formations, the thick soil, and even the grass and trees above it were completely turned into some viscous magma under the spell of friends and foes. Because of the instantaneous high temperature, even part of the siliceous material crystallized and became like glass. like substance.

The scorching breeze contained a temperature that was enough to cause any living being to wither. Even though several minutes had passed since the release of the spell, the air was still slightly twisted under the high temperature, forming a strange refraction in mid-air, as if It seemed that the space was being burned to the ground.

And at the heart-breaking [-]-[-] meters position, there is still a rare greenery.

Under the huge giant tree, a dazzling circle of light is bursting with the power of 'magic'. The giant tree has been extracted from the vitality of the centuries and turned into a blockade of space, hindering the flames and high temperature. erosion.

Among the halo, there are a few spellcasters and magic cannons.

For these 'mysterious' things, Tohsaka Qi did not ignore them and 'consume' them, but protected them with a layer of enchantment.

But watching the tens of thousands of colleagues turned into corpses, or even no bones left, every spellcaster's heart is not only shocked, but also has a deeper fear.

Humans will swing their swords at enemies named 'beasts', but they will never show the slightest disrespect to 'gods'.

And now, even though those colleagues were reduced to ashes, the magicians who also belonged to Rugunica did not have the slightest resentment for Tohsaka Qi on their faces - they were not knights who guarded their beliefs, and they were not covered by battles. A lifelong swordsman, but a downright utilitarian, that is, the existence of a 'magician'.

For 'magicians' or 'spellcasters' who use their wits to win, the so-called 'conspiracy and cunning' have changed throughout their lives, and as the bottom line of human beings, at the moment when they get a mystery far beyond everything , has long been abandoned by these people.

The rest is just the pursuit of the 'higher' level, only the constant search for the 'root', the 'truth', and the 'mystery of all things'.

"Very good." A slightly hoarse voice resounded in the bottom of every magician's heart. "You have done a good job. Although there are still many shortcomings, you are barely 'qualified'."

Listening to these words, although there is joy in the bottom of my heart, more of it is still mixed.

For the man standing in the sky, this legion composed entirely of spellcasters was just 'qualified', and it was a far cry from the war weapons that covered the sky in Netheril.

It's not just the actual combat experience, or the distance of training, but there is a real and substantial gap between these magicians and those arcanists in terms of aptitude, will, and even in nature.

But, it doesn't matter now, at least I survived this world-shattering battle...

Every magician thought so in his heart, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

However, the heart that had just boiled in the next moment was like falling into an ice cave again.

"It's time to come? It seems that you have been around for so long, so you should make a decision, right?" Tohsaka Qizai's leisurely tone still resounded in this purgatory-like land, and at the same time, A little noise also attracted the attention of the magicians.

"Squeak... squeak..."

It seems that something is twisting and reorganizing, and the sound like a craftsman carving wood is rustling from all directions.

"Stand up... stand up..." With a crying voice, it sounded from among the spellcasters, and the next moment, the figure standing staggeringly on the scorched earth also attracted everyone's attention.

Scorched corpses, skeletons, bones, and even the dregs of flesh.

The corpses slowly assembled, gathered, and reorganized, turning into sharp swords for the living, and natural disasters for revenge on the world!

Tens of thousands of soldiers stood up again!

However, there are only tens of thousands of undead, how can an entire army of magicians who are good at killing in a range be feared?

Because, there are more, more, and more troops that are close to covering the sky!

On the horizon where the rising sun is rising, snow-white bone dragons are struggling to beat their broken bone wings, with the breath of cold and death (bbei) gushing out from the gaps between the bones.

On the scorched black and scorching hot ground, the necromancer knights straddling the nightmare, wearing gray-black armor called the soul of the dead, are raising their lances and charging in arrays.

Hundreds of thousands of skeleton warriors, wearing armor, iron helmets, and rusted swords in their hands, were quietly besieging them. The army was completely silent, but it was shocking.