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Chapter 47 - 47 46 Magic Formation_1

47: Chapter 46, Magic Formation_1 47: Chapter 46, Magic Formation_1 After Hudson had finished laying out the predicaments brought about by this course of events, the demeanors of those present turned significantly more serious.

Being subjected to the scrutiny of a Count of Power was not something to be taken lightly.

Especially when they had given him an excuse for that upon their own initiative, hence affording him a firm grasp on their vulnerabilities.

Luckily, Hudson had not sold them out, or else they would have arrived at a dire outcome.

Nevertheless, anyone with clear insight would know that the incident wouldn’t be resolved that easily since Earl Piers has already made a move.

Unknown troubles were still looming on the horizon.

After getting a clear understanding of the situation, others began to see Hudson differently.

Deep down, they were all marveled at his dexterity and carried a shred of guilt in their expressions.

Of course, such guilt didn’t last for long before being overcome by self-interest.

Regardless of the situation, they couldn’t spit out what was already in their mouths.

Having received the spoils of war that were rightfully his, Hudson didn’t express any surprise.

The nobility, after all, were concerned with their reputation and greed.

Had it not been to seal his mouth, he probably wouldn’t have received the spoils they had previously promised.

Puting on this play was essentially to dispel others’ jealousy towards him and avoid unnecessary trouble.

From the current situation, it seemed rather successful.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to “Earl Piers creating trouble,” and they didn’t have time to feel jealous about Hudson claiming sole credit for their victory.

Makes sense when considered.

Since the moment Hudson refused to collude with Earl Piers, he has offended the top man of the Allied Forces.

Regardless of his contribution, it was bound to be trivialized.

They were bound to suffer, so why would there be any jealousy?

After exchanging pleasantries with ulterior motives, the Fifth Army embarked on their journey again.

They did not even have the mood or time to take back the reorganized serf soldiers.

Returning to the original structure meant that the current task of transporting supplies must be reassigned.

No matter how efficient the process, they still needed some time for this.

Keep in mind that the Allied forces only had enough provisions for seven days, and it was already the sixth day.

If the delay continued, this could lead to adverse results.

Continuing to command the contingent, Hudson had mixed feelings.

Even though he was not blind, he had still been unable to perceive that the Fifth Army had slipped into division.

The Alliance was only able to maintain this situation due to pressure from Earl Piers, who had no choice but to band together for warmth.

The combat effectiveness of such a group of troops can be imagined.

The fragile alliance of the Fifth Army would shatter at Earls Piers’ minor manipulations.

The grim outlook had forced Hudson to be increasingly cautious and prudent.

Deep down, a voice reminded him continually – “Stay steady.”

…

Dardiel City was on the brink of a bloody siege.

In the Alliance camp, five protruding star-shapes on the front end were linked together by intersecting lines.

Under everyone’s gaze, five mages dressed in white robes and wielding staffs entered the magic formation.

The disciples following closely behind hurriedly placed crystal stones along the star-lines.

“Alton Croatia, slumbering Tamuret…”

With the continuous chanting of the spell, a column of earth-yellow light was emitted from the pentagram, clearly visible from miles away.

The Alliance’s significant movements aroused the defenders inside the city.

“Magic”, this high-end concept, has always been synonymous with mystery and power, especially intimidating to ordinary people.

The haughty Skeleton Holy Master made an appearance on the city wall after receiving the news.

After a single glance, his brows furrowed.

“High Priest, being the most knowledgeable amongst us, do you know what they are doing?”

Upon hearing the question, the old man in the gray robe felt his heart sink.

He had no fondness for this mysterious Skeleton Holy Master.

When they needed someone, they would say anything to please them.

Once their use had been exhausted, they would dismantle the stage.

Despite his countless contributions to the Skeleton Society, a few successive mistakes had saddled him with the arduous task of presiding over the centennial ceremony.

Just remembering the methods of the Skeleton Holy Master had extinguished his dissatisfaction.

Obedience provided a glimmer of hope for survival, while refusal would lead to an inevitable dead-end.

“Holy Master, they appear to be setting up Five-Star Land Cracking Array, a magic formation specifically for attacking city walls.

I had the fortune of witnessing this once during the Fadan War thirty-five years ago.

However, as both sides had mages at that time, the formation wasn’t able to display its full potential.

Since they are using it now, the power of this formation must not be insignificant.

We do not have enough mages to stop them, so it is best to ensure they do not successfully cast the magic.”

Upon hearing this explanation, the Skeleton Holy Master silently rolled his eyes.

No matter how he looked at this obnoxious old man, he always seemed to despise him.

He claimed to be knowledgeable, yet aside from the magic array’s name, the rest was useless rubbish.

One could easily say, ‘Stop the enemy from casting magic.’ As long as one could get close, the weak mages would fall in the blink of an eye.

But the problem was that the enemy’s mages were deep inside their army.

To capture them was as challenging as taking the head of the enemy’s commander-in-chief from an army of ten thousand.

“Angela, lead the Third and Fourth Armies immediately to charge out and disrupt the enemy’s magic cast.

If necessary, use the Blood Moon Horn.”

The Skeleton Holy Master said coldly.

No matter what, the centennial ceremony of the Skeleton Society could not be interrupted.

All his strength was bestowed by the Lord of Skeletons, and he could not permit anyone to interfere with his receiving of more ‘Divine Grace.’

They were preparing to deliver the magical beasts that were to be sacrificed.

Before then, he must protect his offerings and give no chance to the enemy.

From the Skeleton Holy Master’s point of view, as long as the centennial ceremony was carried out smoothly, any sacrifice would be worth it.

If the troops in the city weren’t so disorganized, even with the killing weapon – the Blood Moon Horn, they still would have been no match for the enemy army outside the city.

He would have ordered to fight them long ago.

Following his command, the city gates slowly opened and a large number of rebels began to gush out.

Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.

The towering light column directly hit Dardiel City, and a ground fissure was expanding visibly along its path.

The city wall targeted by the light struggled and ultimately couldn’t avoid splitting.

Crack after crack appeared, and the once-mighty city walls were crumbling visible to the naked eye.

The crystal stones on the magic array were also rapidly depleting.

The five mages who had cast the spell were pale.

Apparently, the spell casting was far from easy.

Although they had used the magic formation, it still exerted a high pressure on them.

“Instruct Angela to stop the attack and order the First Army to block the breach.

We must not allow the enemy to take this opportunity to break into the city.

“The Skeleton Holy Master anxiously ordered.

Luckily the magic’s range was limited, and the damaged city wall was only a small segment.

Otherwise, he really wouldn’t know what to do.