The magicians stared at the charred head like they were caught in a nightmare. It didn’t feel real. Herman may have lost a Circle when he was crippled, but he was still a magician who could hold his own among 7th Circle magicians. Yet he, along with seven other war magicians had been wiped out in ten minutes?

This was an opponent they absolutely couldn’t fight.

“2nd Carriage, get ready! 3rd Carriage, 6th Combat Formation! Don’t hesitate!”

A thunderous shout broke the stunned silence. Anton, a veteran of the Blue Tower and the next highest ranking person in this convoy after Herman, was the first to recover. He had years of field experience, so he was the first to complete the cold calculation and come to the obvious conclusion. He started casting scouting spells as he yelled out commands.

However, Anton couldn’t see beyond the bonfire in the distance. “Tch, this is why fire-based magic is so annoying!”

The air in the atmosphere was still distorted from the high temperature of the battlefield, and the smoke and flames were obscuring his spells. It would take another thirty minutes for the battlefield...