I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 281 - 268: This is at least a 5th-tier, no, even a 6th-tier magic!

Chapter 281: Chapter 268: This is at least a 5th-tier, no, even a 6th-tier magic!

“They’ve moved again!”

Ryder, who had been constantly monitoring the battlefield, noticed at once that the enemy had regrouped. Thousands of shield bearers formed into well-ordered ranks, as steadfast as a solid wall, steadily advancing forward.

Once more, a continuous rain of arrows flew across the sky.

Following that, a sonorous holy song reverberated throughout the battlefield.

“It seems these Bishops aren’t giving up just yet, they must be preparing something new!” Lynn frowned reflexively.

According to the intelligence he had, the Archbishop should still be in the capital city. The Bishops that came with the army were just a few ordinary ones, along with a whole group of Priests. But it seemed they weren’t easy to deal with either, as the strong Divine Art that had just enveloped the whole battlefield showed signs of their capability.

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Lynn guessed that it must be some kind of Divine Art capable of enhancing combat will; otherwise, the Cavalry’s horses would have scattered in fright the moment cannon fire boomed and all the muskets fired simultaneously.

However, deploying an even more powerful force was obviously not easy, given the holy song had lasted for over half a minute…

“We can’t let them use it again!” Lynn said gravely, as high-level Magic and Divine Arts could entirely dictate the outcome of a localized war.

Besides the three thousand well-trained musketeers, the rest were just refugees; a direct assault could likely cause them to disperse en masse, consequently affecting the musketeers’ performance.

“Do we need to adjust the gunners to concentrate fire?” Philip inquired.

“No, let them keep their aim on those longbowmen,” Lynn shook his head. There was a limited number of cannons, and those longbowmen were among the few forces that posed a threat to the musketeers.

“Does that mean we’re using ‘that’?” Orlando asked, surprised.

“It’s also a good chance to test its power,” Lynn nodded, then conjured a fireball in his right hand and sent it up into the sky.

Meanwhile, hundreds of meters above, seventy airships hovered over the battlefield.

On the largest lead airship, Lydia was leaning over the edge of the cockpit, observing the combat below through binoculars. Watching the charging Cavalry squad fall row by row much like mown wheat, she couldn’t help but pout.

“How’s the situation?” a group of halflings asked eagerly. These alchemical telescopes were still a novelty, and since there was only one equipped per airship, they had to wait for Lydia’s report on the battle.

“These guys are too weak, scared out of their wits…” Lydia complained. This meant the new contraption they had prepared might not get a chance to be used.

Darren rolled his eyes; having personally experienced the power of cannons, he knew anyone would be terrified facing such a weapon.

Suddenly, a burst of flame shot into the sky, interrupting their conversation and exploding into a magnificent spark behind the airship.

Lydia’s expression immediately turned ecstatic; that was the signal Lynn and the crew had agreed upon for action.

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“Quick, quick, quick… I’ll do it myself!” Lydia hopped off her seat and ran to the pilot’s position, pulling the joystick.

The ferocious cannon at the front of the airship swiveled towards the enemy’s position.

Darren and the others brought over a cannonball the size of a human head, jammed it into the magazine, and quickly it slid down the chute into the barrel.

“Fire!” Lydia shouted loudly, slamming her palm onto the button.

Seventy flying ships shook violently almost simultaneously, accompanied by bursts of flashes, as huge artillery shells were fired and exploded in mid-air!

Countless specks of light appeared in the sky, flickering with white fireworks cascading down!

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On the other side, Duke Rickman was directing his troops to exert pressure on the enemy to prevent them from concentrating all their firepower on this side.

The continuous sound of artillery fire rose again, and Rickman’s heart suddenly seized, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dark cannonballs flying towards the rows of crossbowmen as he had anticipated.

However, at this moment, a trusted aide beside him shouted in panic.

“Look at the sky… Meteor Fire Rain, it’s Meteor Fire Rain!”

Rickman and others looked up at the sky in unison, and as expected, specks of light were falling from the sky.

Chanting and praying for the great Lord to descend Purgatory Fire, Nord and others were excited. Could it be that the divine fury had finally arrived?

But they seemed not to have received a response from God just moments ago…

Nord was wondering when he soon realized something was wrong because these flames were actually flying towards them!

“It’s Wizard’s Magic!” Joyce shouted in terror, awakening everyone present.

A solid barrier appeared above their heads, which was the Divine Protection that Nord and others had cast before they began chanting their spells.

The stars tinged with white smoke slowly fell onto it, sizzling—a sound of the Divine Barrier gradually corroding.

And those soldiers not within the range of the Divine Protection could only watch helplessly as the falling sparks landed on them.

“Don’t panic, this is just the enemy’s tactic to intimidate us!” Rickman shouted loudly. In his judgment, although the scope of the Meteor Fire Rain was broad, what was falling were just some sparks, quite likely a ploy by the enemy to disrupt their ranks.

But the moment he finished speaking, continuous screams tore through the battlefield. Soldiers touched by the so-called ‘sparks’ fell to the ground, rolling frantically, some even intentionally removed their armor to dig out the White Phosphorus Fire embedded in their flesh…

An onslaught from volley fire covered nearly half the battlefield; whether it was the advancing shield soldiers or the crossbowmen preparing to shoot, none were spared from the strike…

More Meteor Fire Rain fell from the sky, the dense white smoke, the pungent smell, and the soldiers running, rolling, attempting to extinguish the White Phosphorus Fire painted a vision of hell’s pathway.

This horrifying scene nearly made Rickman fall from his war horse.

Even the loud sacred hymns had ceased, as Nord and others looked in horror at the nightmarish scene before them, their previously cast Divine Protection corroded with gaping holes, and the Meteor Fire Rain followed these holes down.

Such a terrifying range, such a formidable power—this must be at least a level five Magic, no, it might even be level six!

“This must be the level five Magic, Meteor Fire Rain… a Grand Wizard, it’s a Grand Wizard… retreat… retreat quickly!” an Archbishop shouted frantically.

Although they could barely execute a level four Divine Arts together, they stood no chance against a real Grand Wizard…