Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 346 - 339: The Battle Rages On

Chapter 346: Chapter 339: The Battle Rages On

The ambush was no longer effective, forcing Luo’er and his companions to face an enemy force hundreds of times their number. Despite their relatively advanced equipment, the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming. To put it bluntly, even a hundred gun-wielding baboons could rout them.

Luo’er knew that if this continued, failure was inevitable. Now, they could only place their hopes on the three mages on the castle walls, who were currently casting forbidden curse magic.

As the absolute power in the Magic World, these mages might be able to turn the tide of battle and repel the vast enemy forces.

The battle had plunged into a head-on confrontation. Luo’er held his rifle above his head, spraying bullets at the enemy. In such a battlefield, he dared not act heroically and exchange gunfire with the enemy soldiers – it would be foolish and dangerous. Therefore, his best option was this African style of supressive fire.

Hu Daoke was still constantly changing his position. With less than fifty shots fired each time, he would be suppressed by the dense enemy fire, even possibly attracting over ten rockets. These people obviously saw the disparity in power between the two sides and wanted to completely crush the Advance Team with their superior firepower.

It had been a long time since Luo’er had such an intense battle. He felt his shoulder bruising from the rifle butt, and his arm holding the guard began to ache. Although he was wearing heat-resistant half-finger gloves, Luo’er felt the gun barrel heating up rapidly. Fortunately, his rifle guard wasn’t made of wood, but of specially designed high-temperature resistant material. Otherwise, it would definitely be burning by now.

Luo’er looked at Feliz, who was not in a better situation. Feliz had never experienced such an intense firearms battle before and was curled up fearfully inside a protective barrier, trembling with her gun. If Luo’er weren’t right beside her, she would probably be crying loudly by now.

Luo’er could understand Feliz’s feelings. New soldiers on the battlefield were always like this, and she was not even a new soldier. From the beginning, Luo’er hadn’t planned to include Feliz in the battle lineup. In his plan, only he and Hu Daoke were resisting the enemy’s attack.

As for Cheng Ziang and Yalunte, this kind of firearms war was not suitable for them. While Otherworld might have a place for cold weapons, it certainly wasn’t on a battlefield like this. Moreover, he hoped that they could safely reach Earth, alert the defending forces about the genetic weapon, and prepare them for bio-chemical defence.

The enemy soldiers were still shooting aimlessly at the smoke, although they were temporarily fooled by Hu Daoke, Luo’er knew this could not last long, especially since Hu Daoke had limited ammunition. Once it was finished, the pressure on him would greatly increase.

Seeing the smoke clear, Luo’er threw another smoke grenade, blocking the street completely. A few fearless soldiers launched an assault under the cover of the smoke, but as soon as they ran out of the smoke, they were shot by Luo’er, who had been waiting. In an instant, several of them fell to the ground, howling in pain.

Luo’er had just peeked out to shoot when a bullet grazed his eyebrow. The powerful kinetic energy instantly scraped his skin and even burnt the wound. Frightened, Luo’er retreated quickly. The wound on his eyebrow began to hurt due to sweat.

He tried to wipe it off with the back of his hand, but all he got was a swab of blood. The thick fresh blood began to flow down his eyebrows into his eyes. He cursed quietly and hastily grabbed a bandage from the medkit, clumsily wrapping it around the wound.

"Luo’er, are you okay?" Perhaps it was because of Luo’er’s rushed bandaging, but the wound looked scary, making it seem as if half of his head had been blown off by a bullet. Upon seeing his condition, Feliz, whose face turned pale, asked, concerned.

"It’s okay, it’s just a scratch. Be careful not to poke your head out, or you’ll ruin your face," Luo’er said to her reassuringly.

"I thought you..." Feliz looked at him with care etched on her face.

"All you need to do is hide behind the cover. Give me your gun!" Luo’er reached out and said to Feliz.

"Give..." Feliz grabbed the barrel of the gun and handed the butt over.

"Wait, put the safety on, then throw it to me!" Seeing her dangerous method of passing the firearm, Luo’er was really startled and hurriedly told her.

"Oh!" Feliz quickly took back the rifle and clumsily put the safety on before throwing the rifle towards Luo’er.

"Take this!" Having received the rifle, Luo’er handed his magic wand to her. Ever since he was injured, his magic wand had basically been rendered useless.

He unlocked the safety of the rifle, loaded a new magazine, sighed, and said to Feliz, "I don’t expect you to help. Just keep yourself safe, understand?"

"I understand!" Feliz nodded firmly, clutching the magic wand tightly.

Luo’er heaved another sigh, then suddenly leaned out to shoot down several soldiers who were attempting to sneak into the smoke.

Tangmo and Baiyue were deeply concerned by the intense battles below the city. At this moment, they couldn’t afford to be distracted, otherwise, the immense magic power they wielded would become unbalanced and be channeled into one of them. Even for Tangmo, such a high concentration of magic power would be hard to bear, and that’s why a Forbidden Curse Mage could only cast a few Forbidden Curses in their lifetime.

"The magic power is starting to weaken!" Shariya’s eyes suddenly flickered open. As an experienced mage, he could discern the decrease of magic power in the air, and his shield was gradually weakening as well.

Once the internal guidance was lost, the shield would lose its ability to absorb external magic power, and when that happened, the entire shield would completely collapse, and the external magic power would rush in like a tsunami.

"It’s time," Shariya thought as he stomped on the ground and began to change his spells.

It was as if he was stepping on solid steel, the magic array under his foot emitted a clanging sound similar to metal collision. Following this, the entire magic array started to emit a faint light, and the magic crystals embedded in various output positions of the array began to change accordingly. Upon a close look, one could see that the dense magic power was circulating in the transparent magic crystals, being channelled by the output symbols onto the magic array, and finally woven into Shariya to replenish his magic power.

Having a good grasp of controlling the output variables of the magic crystals, Shariya could make a fairly accurate estimate. The magic power of these crystals would be enough to maintain his shield for about fifteen minutes. After that, he would be completely helpless.

"Dadadada....", Hu Daoke fired a row of bullets to repel a group of soldiers. Soon, gunfire was heard from the right side, and he quickly hid behind a bunker. However, he had barely crouched down when he saw a rocket flying over his head, straight over the city wall and towards the distance.

Seeing this, he could only curse under his breath, then quickly fled from his cover. The enemies on the other side were firing rocket launchers like madmen, and several times he narrowly escaped being hit directly and turned into a pile of flesh.

After moving to a new position, he had only fired a dozen more bullets when he heard a giant explosion, and a mortar shell landed in the ruins near him. Hu Daoke was left with no choice but to relocate again, in the meantime yelling towards the city wall, "Are you done yet? We can’t hold on down here!"

Hearing his call, Tangmo instinctively tensed up, and there was a slight deviation in the synchronization between the two. Baiyue, gritting her teeth, barely held up the magic power tilting towards her, and pinched Tangmo’s little hand to signal her not to panic.

Regret apparent on her face, Tangmo closed her eyes and concentrated on adjusting their synchronization, finally bringing it back on track.

It was as if the end of the world had come, the surging magic power rotated and poured into a location, like a tornado. The severely disturbed magic power also drove the air flow, and a powerful wind began to blow from the sky. In an instant, the ground was full of flying sand and stones, and the smoke that Luo’er had painstakingly laid out was blown away by the strong wind.

However, the psychological shock that the strong wind brought to the enemy soldiers was also astonishing, just like their fear of machine guns earlier, they began to halt and didn’t dare to approach the floating magic cluster.

Although most of them didn’t understand magic power sensing, they knew very clearly that once the huge magic cluster descended, they would undoubtedly die.

Faced with the enormous magic cluster, the soldiers began to waver, giving Luo’er and the others a much-needed respite. Fu’en knew that these people were gathering magic power to close the Otherworld Gate, so he immediately ordered several high-ranking mages to cast Level 4 magics to attack the city wall.

Under his command, several high-ranking mages began to chant magic to guide the magic power to cast Level 4 magic. Giant fireballs whistled towards the city wall. However, their aim was obviously not as accurate as that of the soldiers with guns—they mostly missed the target.

Feeling the heat wave and disturbance of magic power from the magic explosion nearby, Luo’er grimaced and ordered loudly, "Little Ke, suppress those enemy mages. Don’t let them interrupt the ritual!"

"Roger!" Hu Daoke had just moved to a new bunker, not caring about the danger, he popped out of cover, placed his machine gun on the bunker and began to strafe the distant mages.

He was evidently enraged, roaring as he strafed with his machine gun, his clothes in tatters and covered in dust.

Luckier than Luo’er, Hu Daoke hadn’t been grazed by bullets--his injuries mainly came from fragments caused by the explosion. His leg was bruised by a stone, making him grit his teeth from the pain, but he still endured it and moved to a new cover.

Shooting at distant targets wasn’t accurate, thus Hu Daoke could only fire approximately. A bullet hit a mage’s hat, startling him into lying flat on the ground. Feeling the buzzing of bullets flying overhead, the remaining mages also stopped chanting and lay down on the ground.