Deafening thunder reverberated across the battlefield. In that instant, countless windows in Sith's palace shattered. Sylvia and Flora, who were at the forefront of the battle, covered their ears with all their might, but their expressions remained pained!
Mortals simply could not withstand a battle between top-tier experts and above!
The ground was scorched black. Gatchalin Count raised a single hand, as if he was withstanding all the lightning with that single hand. But right now, he looked more like … a god!
The lightning above his head was completely still, hovering in the air like tens of thousands of light tubes. There was not even a tremble as the tip of the lightning gathered in Gatchalin Count's palm. After that, the lightning vanished as if absorbed into his palm. Then, he pointed his palm at a tall tower in Sith's palace —
Boom!
The tower that held the giant ballistae was blasted into the sky. There was no way to defend against such a tremendous force, and the tower that was built with countless boulders fell into the inner city as if a giant had slapped it in the face. The soldiers looked helplessly at the horrifying scene in front of them — the violent electric current had turned the ground around the tower into a thick layer of dust!
The soldiers were even turned to ash!
Carolina freed a hand and waved it towards the inner city. The collapsed tower floated in the air as if it was being held by something, and the soldiers below were spared from disaster.
But while the attack and defense looked impressive, it was completely useless. Neither of them had hurt the other — but the layman knew the difference between them. Only Carolina knew the difference between her and her opponent!
She had attacked first twice, and the opponent's counterattack did not seem to be aimed at her at all. This meant one thing — the opponent did not take her seriously at all!
There were not many among the dragons who could do that!
Not only did the Magic Tower have the advantage of a high vantage point, but it also had a pre-planned magic circle and abundant magic crystal reserves, which greatly increased the power of the spellcasters when casting spells. Casting speed and casting time were greatly reduced. But even so, the strange dragon before them still had no intention of taking the initiative to attack.
It was as if he was waiting for something.
Carolina wasn't a fool without battle experience. Even though she could cast a forbidden spell in an extremely short period of time and had the confidence to turn the army into ashes, she could only do her best to wait for the enemy's next move in the face of an unknown enemy.
The magic tower gave her almost limitless mana, and Carolina would never leave the tower to fight. This was common sense for all mages — mages with a magic tower were at least three times more powerful!
But now, this became a source of unease for Carolina. Even with her power, she could not threaten the opponent at all. It was like a fully-armed soldier realizing that he could not cut down a defenseless farmer despite using all his strength. The helplessness that followed was something Carolina had not experienced for many years.
But standing in this position, there were some burdens that she could not escape from.
A huge magical shield was instantly activated by Carolina, and a faintly discernible barrier appeared on the walls of the Sith Court. The soldiers at the breach of the walls did not dare to take another step after being slaughtered by the Caucasian Trolls. There were even signs of them fleeing!
This army did not have a qualified commander, and their morale could not be stopped by the commander's orders. It could even be said that from the beginning to the end, the commander of this army, Gachalin Count, only said one word — "attack."
As for his other orders and actions, they were carried out by his advisors. The soldiers did not have the same confidence in this commander who had no charisma but was abnormally powerful like Odietore's soldiers did in the few top-tier masters and feudal lords. So after this bloody and terrifying scene, their morale began to plummet.
As usual, Gachalin Count did not care about the fate of his army. His body slowly floated into the air, and then he looked at Carolina on the magic tower as if he was facing the huge Sith Court alone.
An inconspicuous figure.
Carolina could feel her body tensing up from the seemingly casual gaze. This was an instinctive reaction when facing a strong enemy. In a battle of this level, many conventional tactics would not work. Usually, if one was just a hair faster, the countless Mana would be rendered useless.
Shields appeared in front of the magic tower, and at this moment, the soldiers below the magic tower had begun to disperse into the distance. This was Flora's order. With the help of Magician Medusa, Flora, Sylvia, and the rest had already moved into the distant city.
At this moment, if they could not help, they might as well not help.
Offense was the best defense. This saying had been repeated for thousands of years, and it had almost become a truth. But Carolina had no intention of making the first move. The Magic Tower's Mana storage was close to infinite because of Klimt's wealth. So this nearly infinite Mana was used on the huge magical shields.
The scene was like a penalty shootout. After Carolina missed her first two shots, it was Gachalin Count's turn to make a move.
This Count seemed to understand the rules of the duel between superior dragons. It seemed that he had planned this from the beginning. When Carolina finished casting all the shields, the top of the tall magic tower was like a dazzling ball.
Gachalin Count raised his right hand without any warning. His withered and ordinary palm lifted slightly, and in front of his palm was the dazzling 'ball of light'.
Looking from below, the blue sky seemed to distort for a moment beside Gachalin Count.
The originally bright land suddenly turned pale. The soldiers who raised their heads to look at the sky covered their eyes in pain. The scenery further away seemed to have darkened because of the nearby light. There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth.
Then, there was an earth-shattering explosion.
The soldiers on the walls of the Sith Court had already retreated, but there were still countless people who fell to the ground from the tremors and impact of the attack. Some of the taller towers even collapsed to the side!
On the magic tower, the originally round magical shield became oval like an egg. Carolina tried her best to stretch her hands forward. Her vision was filled with golden light, and she could not see Gachalin Count, who had cast the skill. She could only hear the loud sound of the shield being torn apart by the vast power …
Gritting her teeth, Carolina used all her strength to gather elements in front of her. Even her voice had a low growl that only dragons had.
The magic tower was already shrouded in a dazzling light. Although the tower was made of special materials, it still started to crack and shake violently outside the magical shield!
"Smack."
A crisp sound seemed to announce the end of the attack. The bright light in the sky disappeared, and Gachalin Count still floated silently in the air. He lowered his right hand lightly, his face expressionless, as if he had not done anything.
Five hundred meters away, Carolina's body was slightly hunched, as weak as an ordinary person who had just finished a marathon. Sweat dripped down her hair, and strands of hair made her look like she had just climbed out of the water. Her heavy panting and pale face showed how much effort Carolina had put in to block that attack.
In the end, the difference in power was too great.
Before she could stand up, the faraway Gatzalin waved his arm once more!
Carolina helplessly twisted her body to the side, only to see a dazzling red light flash past. The light that was exactly the same as the skill she had just cast had already hit her body!
Unblockable!
Carolina, who only had time to move slightly, was pierced through her left shoulder blade. The light was only the size of a finger, but the power it carried was unimaginable. The shield that had been protecting her in the air shattered into pieces, and even Carolina's expensive robe was completely pierced. Her frail body was pushed back uncontrollably, and her fiery red hair scattered, staining the stone floor like blood when she landed.