Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 411 - 404: Turning the Tide of Battle

Chapter 411: Chapter 404: Turning the Tide of Battle

Once his decision was made, Luo’er yelled at Hu Daoke and Tangmo, "Everyone, disperse your formation and fight as scattered soldiers. Use a mobile form of warfare to distract them!"

"Got it!" Hu Daoke shouted back.

"Little Ke, go meet up with the other assault team and have them change their attack formation!" Luo’er continued to command.

"Understood!" Hu Daoke, clutching his gun, erupted from behind a tree trunk and fired several shots at the enemy before swiftly moving through the jungle with his machine gun.

The mages were quickly distracted by him, and a vast amount of magical attacks were sent his way. Seeing this, Luo’er immediately darted out of cover, pulling the trigger at the mages repeatedly before running in the opposite direction.

As Luo’er attracted the mages’ attacks, balls of fire and blades of wind were relentlessly thrown at him. But Luo’er wasn’t overly concerned about these directional attacks. His gravest fear was localized explosives. Unlike others, his body could no longer endure any more magical assaults. One localized explosive could instantly knock him down.

For the people of Earth, magic was the main restriction against their conquest of the Otherworld. Eternally. As for magic, the people of the Otherworld had developed it nearly to its peak. If the Otherworld did not lock away Earth’s technology, perhaps Earth could defeat magic with technology. But no one could guarantee that once magic reached the same high level as technology, Earth’s technology could still contend with the magic of the Otherworld.

The magic of this world was brimming with many unknowns and wonders. The Otherworld had yet to step out of the feudal age, yet they already possessed their own celestial battleships. Earth might not have been able to produce a massive celestial battleship up until a united government era.

Therefore, the people of Earth never dared to underestimate the magic of the Otherworld. The Earth people didn’t dare, and neither did Luo’er, as a subspecies. Although they were hybrids of the people of the Otherworld, they were Earthlings at heart. When Earth’s pride, the firearms, were unable to rule magic, Luo’er and his team experienced a deep sense of powerlessness.

Luo’er did a roll on the spot and smoothly crawled into the underbrush. Blades of wind occasionally went over his head, releasing a chilling sound, and instantly cutting the plants behind him down to their midsections. The fires caused by the exploding fireballs were blocking their path of retreat.

Luo’er had initially thought that the knights dressed in rune armor were the hardest to deal with, but now it seemed that a group of mages were the most terrifying. Once they learned to coordinate, they could suppress their enemies with magic until they died. It must be said that the advance team really stirred up a hornet’s nest this time.

Of course, this also had to do with Luo’er’s stubbornness. The Church Court expressed their willingness to help the advance team capture Fu’en nearly a dozen times, but Luo’er rejected all offers.

It was precisely because he wanted to use the capture warrant as an excuse to kill Fu’en that he insisted on personally apprehending Fu’en, but didn’t imagine that he would kick an iron plate.

But now Luo’er was starting to regret it. There had been many opportunities to capture Fu’en, and the advance team didn’t even need to make a move. But his selfish desires had led to the current situation. If there were casualties in this battle, no amount of self-blaming could make up for it.

While dispersing their formation alleviated their suppression, it also made their attacks ineffective. Firearms, without the support of magic, were unlikely to pose much threat to the mages.

And now that they had dispersed their formation, Luo’er and his team had lost Tangmo’s support. These scattered attacks allowed the mages to calmly switch their shields’ properties, rendering them invulnerable to both magical and bullet attacks.

Luo’er became more and more irritated. Right now, he wished he could slap himself, storm up there and tear these annoying mages apart. Because of them, Fu’en had calmly distanced himself quite far. Though he hadn’t escaped their encirclement yet, who could guarantee that he wasn’t planning anything?

Just as the battle was at a stalemate, someone finally stepped forward. A figure suddenly darted out from the side, rushing towards the mages’ line. He moved so quickly that even Luo’er only saw an afterimage.

The one to take the initiative was none other than Yalunte, who was involved in the ambush. He noticed that the mages had completely blocked the bullets of the assault team, realizing that the advance team was at a disadvantage in this battle.

As a wandering swordsman who had roamed the Otherworld for decades, Yalunte had a clear understanding of the situation. He knew that someone needed to break into the mages’ line, disrupting their coordinated defense. Otherwise, even with tens of thousands of bullets, the assault team wouldn’t be able to touch them or pose any threat to the mages.

This time, his equipment had been upgraded by headquarters, and every piece had been carefully chosen. His shoes bore anti-gravity runes. Powered by magic crystals, they made his movements light and fast.

It was with the help of this equipment that he had the chance to break into the mages’ line with the speed of lightning and slay them.

When no one was paying attention, Yalunte quickly moved to the side of a mage. He then raised his long sword and thrust it forcefully into the mage’s ribs. The sword pierced in from the left rib and came out from the right rib. The mage’s body jerked upward and his face twisted in pain, but he could not make a sound.

His companion quickly raised his wand to target Yalunte. However, Yalunte was no ordinary foe. In this type of close quarters combat, his reactions were far superior to the mages.

With a swift kick, he struck the wand from the mage’s hand. Then, releasing his grip on the longsword, he drew a dagger from his waist, and swiftly slashed upward. The sharp dagger without a doubt severed the mage’s hand. Then, while the mage was still stunned, he grabbed his arm, then plunged the dagger through his armpit, straight into his heart.

In the blink of an eye, Yalunte had calmly killed two mages. Pulling out his sword, he began to attack the other mages. Faced with Yalunte’s close combat, the mages could only take the blows without a chance to retaliate.

Immediately, the balance of the battlefield tilted dramatically. The mages who were in direct combat had been nearly decimated, and the remaining ones could not even think of coordinating an attack. Faced with Yalunte, they only had one thought, and that was to run.

However, once their formation was broken, the opportunity for the advance team arrived. Murong began to fulfill his role as an elite shooter, continuously pulling the trigger, aiming for those mages who were fleeing alone. Many mages fell by one shot. Although they were not immediately dead, they were basically useless.

Weakened as they were, the mages belonged to an extraordinarily delicate group who could not bear injuries. Once injured and unable to use magic, the mages had no difference from ordinary people. They could be chased away by anyone, not just the bullets of the advance team, but by a mere stone picked up by a passerby.

After breaking through their formation, Yalunte did not linger on the battlefield, but slipped into the jungle to carry out his ambush mission. He knew that bullets did not discriminate, and if he continued to fight, he would likely be hit by friendly fire, making the whole operation counterproductive.

Seeing Yalunte breaking through the mage’s formation, Luo’er finally managed to shake off his guilt, held his rifle, and began to chase the fleeing mages, as well as Fu’en who had retreated.

Under his command, the other members of the assault team also launched a charge, shouting and breaking through the line which had obstructed them for so long.

Fu’en was still hiding among the other mages at this point, some of them had launched physical defense shields while others launched magic defense shields, surrounding Fu’en so tightly that there was no leak. Unless the advance team could obtain heavy firepower support like they had in operation 107, even RPGs would be unlikely to pose a threat to these people.

It seemed that Fu’en noticed the mage’s formation had been scattered. He slowly turned his head with a smirk on his face.

Then, under the protection of the other mages, he began to wave his wand, murmuring incantations. In front of him, a magical array on the ground began to glow brightly under his guidance.

The magic array was about three meters in diameter. Under Fu’en’s guidance, the magic crystal embedded in the magic array’s input point emitted a faint glow. The magic power within the crystal visually flowed into the array’s rune at a visible speed, making the rune’s glow increasingly intense.

"Don’t let him activate the magic array, charge, charge!" Seeing this, Luo’er yelled while abandoning his cover, stepping forward and continuously firing his rifle.

These mages were not numerous, they chose to abandon a counterattack and focused on maintaining the shield to resist the assaults. The assault team slowly surrounded them after taking care of the rest mages and kept firing at these mages.

Just as they were about ten meters away from Fu’en, suddenly, the magic array in front of Fu’en burst into a violent glow. The beam shot into the sky like a searchlight. Seeing this, Fu’en couldn’t help but let out a wanton laugh.

He turned back, looking at the slowly advancing members of the advance team, waved at them, then stepped into the beam.

"Don’t let him get away!" Luo’er cried urgently. Although he didn’t know what Fu’en was up to, his instincts told him there was definitely bad intent.

"Moumou!" Luo’er yelled to Tangmo.

"Understood!" Tangmo glanced at him, understanding his intention at once.

Then, she started to wave her magic wand, focusing intensely on reciting the spells. Under her guidance, a dense pool of magic power began to gather at a visible speed above the mages’ heads.