Chapter 129
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Chapter 129: Fire Attack Formation
The strike of the Queen of Magic vanished under the magic array of the City of Rainbow Light, but Midi’s assault was just beginning.
Fifty thousand troops launched attacks in turns along a kilometers-long frontline. At dawn, accompanied by blaring military horns and pounding war drums, Heavy Knights raised tower shields, advancing layer by layer toward the City of Rainbow Light. Behind them, magicians chanted spells in unison, hurling fireballs and lightning.
The Sais Legion remained entrenched behind city walls, retaliating with dazzling magic.
As the entire battlefield lay atop magic veins, both sides drew endless magic energy, resulting in a stalemate. The long-range magic exchanges lasted half a month.
The Golden Branch Legion generals grew restless after their unstoppable advance was halted. Though expecting a full assault after completing barracks, Midi still deployed minimal troop strength, persisting with probing attacks.
Impatient knights repeatedly stormed the central command tent demanding action dates, while some generals subtly urged Fina to intervene.
Midi remained unyielding, maintaining his ranged firepower strategy.
Twenty days passed.
On September 18, Arad Calendar 985, Midi sat meditating in the dimly lit central command tent, compiling intelligence reports as usual. Suddenly, a cold wind whipped the three-Golden-Lion flag into furious flapping.
His eyes snapped open. "Relay the order! Full attack begins!"
War drums shook the earth. Thousands of torches blazed across the Golden Branch Legion camp, illuminating the City of Rainbow Light. Silver-armored infantry flooded out, spearpoints glinting under fiery light.
"The north wind rises," Fina announced, emerging in battle gear beside Midi. Her red hair shimmered like Belmar autumn leaves under moonlight.
Only they knew this seasonal shift weakened the magic veins beneath enemy defenses – knowledge from Alice’s teachings during Autumn Hill Villa’s construction. While Sais defenders remained oblivious, Fina could exploit this subtle flaw.
Artisans swiftly erected a towering command post. From its peak, Midi surveyed his forces, white robes billowing dramatically. Fina fired a Magic Beam – an azure streak outshining moonlight, sharper than any blade.
"Victory! Victory! Victory!" roared the legion as the glowing signal pierced the night.
As the thunderous roars rose, the Sais family stirred like a roused Behemoth before the forest of blades. Figures moved behind arrow slits while wall-top torches lit the City of Rainbow Light brighter than noon, staining the night sky crimson.
The north wind whipped disordered banners above the walls.
Midi smiled like a hunter eyeing prey as he studied the glowing fortress. His signal flag slashed downward.
To the rhythm of marching boots and clanking metal, the iron formation rolled forward like molten steel, threatening to engulf the city.
Golden Branch Legion’s elite Iron-clad Pikemen led the charge. Under Midi’s order and Fina’s Magic Beams, they raised thirty-kilogram spears with six-meter shafts, resting the weapons on front-line shoulders to create overlapping layers of steel spikes.
The armored square inched toward the walls.
From hidden camp positions emerged siege engines – first one hundred, then two hundred, until six hundred catapults lumbered forward like metal beasts.
These ten-meter monsters could hurl three-hundred-kilogram stones over three hundred meters, outranging Elementalists and Gunners. Though disadvantaged against the city’s elevated catapults, their overwhelming numbers compensated.
Sais commanders reacted instantly. City catapults launched first, sending stone projectiles screaming toward Golden Branch’s engines.
Slender beams streaked from the invaders’ camp, shattering every incoming boulder into harmless gravel.
Fina’s Magic Beams proved versatile – the Queen of Magic’s power surpassed the city’s rigid defenses.
"Ballistae! Now!" The Scarred General barked, sweat glistening as six hundred enemy engines neared readiness.
Futile. Nine-tenths of projectiles met magical destruction. Few survivors only scratched the siege force.
After three feeble counterattacks, six hundred hidden catapults stood ready.
"Loose!" roared the siege commander.
Gears shrieked. Night became day as six hundred flaming stones arced skyward.
Fireballs smashed into walls, shaking stonework. Shattering projectiles spewed sulfur-stinking black smoke that seeped through arrow slits.
Choking defenders abandoned passageway positions, halving the city’s firepower.
This was no mere fire assault, but smoke warfare.
Guards distributed wet cloths, restoring some defense through filtered air. But Golden Branch’s relentless barrage had cracked walls and lit fires below. Northwind-driven smoke blinded archers, their shots now random.
Amid chaos, Iron-clad Pikemen pressed closer. Siege engines adjusted aim, launching dark parcels that exploded against gates with wet thuds.
Thick liquid oozed across doors, seeping through cracks.
A garrison captain sniffed his smeared fingers and paled. "This… it’s oil!"
