Xyrin Empire

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?Chapter 414: Chapter 414 The Strongest Mage Team in History Chapter 414: Chapter 414 The Strongest Mage Team in History The Insects were finished.

Their defeat was so swift I couldn’t even react properly. Even though I knew with technological and individual quality advantages, it was only a matter of time before the Imperial Army could eliminate those hundred million insects. Yet, when they died by the millions in batches, I still felt the victory was too sudden.

A hundred million enemies! Such a number alone could trap even the most advanced armies in endless combat, not to mention the perverse regeneration ability of these insects and their increasing numbers during the onslaught. The total number of Insect Race we ultimately wiped out reached a staggering three hundred million—three times their original number! And all this while we were still in a defensive state—the majority of our combat power could not be deployed, and our ground bases were not yet fully operational. If it weren’t for the Xyrin Technology’s overwhelming advantage, I swear any civilization thrown into such a rushed counterattack and tasked with annihilating three hundred million of the Insect Swarm would be delusional!

There were two reasons that brought us victory ahead of time:
First, it was the fresh force from Taville’s research findings.

Powerful spellcasters, the Ravens played a huge role in this battle. Their arcane and shadow attacks were almost instantly fatal to the insects, and these energy-guiding specialists always stationed themselves on the surface of the Planet Shield, transforming into perpetually firing humanoid turrets, their area damage capabilities embarrassing our Ghost Energy Storm Obelisks. That’s the power of Mages—going all out, they become a battalion of meat grinders! Supported by the limitless energy from countless Ghost Energy Wells beneath them, their Arcane Shields never broke down. Saying they were like Saint Fighters wielding Positive Electron City Breaking Cannons wouldn’t be an overstatement. As the saying goes, infinite mana makes soloing bosses trivial, and the insect victims of their relentless and widely-covering forked Lightning exceeded even the kill count of Pandora and Visca, those two little madmen. And you must know, the power difference between Intermediate Apostles and Leader-level Apostles is like heaven and earth. For one hundred Ravens to match Pandora’s Helium Flash sweep, I have to admit, sometimes talent skills are too important. As the Ravens relied on the Planet Shield for combat, the insects they killed mostly vaporized on the Ghost Energy Barrier, contributing significantly to the plummeting numbers of the Insect Race: No matter how repulsive their Incubation Pools were, they couldn’t use vaporized corpses for nutrients.

On the most critical day of the battle, one hundred Ravens were evenly distributed to a hundred key points on the planet’s surface, converting seventy percent of the entire planet’s Ghost Energy System into a sky filled with Arcane Arrow Rain and forked Lightning for their assault. Based on the images captured by our probes in the universe, the entire Black Egg Star even expanded a notch, transforming into a planet bristling with Lightning, our use of the Raven’s magic creating the strongest defensive counter shield in the cosmos!

However, one aspect troubled me: Vega did not seem fond of the Ravens. Although Armored Scorpions and Ravens were often mentioned together as two of the three great Xyrin hero troop types, it seems… there are considerable contradictions between these hero troop types.

Of course, this subtle confrontation didn’t arise from any conflict between them, nor because the Ravens in this battle completely overshadowed the Scorpion Soldiers, who are kings in small-scale melees (although, indeed, Ravens are many times stronger than Scorpions when facing hoards of enemies). It wasn’t due to Vega’s jealousy; truthfully, if we were to talk about power, Ravens and Armored Scorpions, being the same-level troops, are on par, each excelling in area of effect and single-target melee, respectively. Moreover, the particular battle environment favored the former. This doesn’t imply that Scorpions are inferior to Ravens. Vega, as an exemplary Imperial Soldier, certainly wouldn’t be petty enough to envy the combat power of allies.

“Armored Scorpions are fanatical fighters, their only trust lies in the blades in their hands. These stubborn creatures rarely even use their own Photon Cannons, let alone their opinion of magic,” Sandora explained in response to my confusion, “In the eyes of the Armored Scorpions, using magic in combat is unreliable, lacking the courage and ‘artistry’ in their view. Similarly, in the eyes of the Ravens, Armored Scorpions are crude and rigid, lacking the wisdom and spirituality of spellcasters, hence they always look down on each other.”

Sivis reassured me with an explanation: “The subtle stand-off between these two troops has a long history. They have even come to see it as a customary rite within their tribes. There’s no need to worry though; this stand-off is benign. It stems merely from a difference in combat philosophies, and there is no inherent contradiction. The unity of the Xyrin Army is beyond question.”

I had no doubts about Sivis’s words. Other races aside, the likelihood of infighting among Xyrin People was definitely no greater than finding an original CD in Sicaro’s possession. Although there were occasional harsh exchanges between Armored Scorpions and Ravens, overall, they still acknowledged each other as important comrades, and that was enough.

The second reason for our victory was related to a certain crystal—the cursed item from Big Sister.

In the final moments of the Insect Race’s demise, it seemed they could not produce Flying Dragons anymore.

Some bizarre affliction spread to every Flying Dragon, severely weakening their combat abilities. Their DNA became disordered and chaotic, undergoing various harmful mutations, similar to humans exposed to nuclear radiation. Moreover, this phenomenon did not only present within adult Flying Dragons engaged in combat. According to information from our probes, twisted chunks of flesh and incomplete limbs continuously floated to the surface of the hatching pools on the front lines. These were identified as the remains of malformed dragons after analysis. Ever since Big Sister’s crystal was implanted into one of the Flying Dragons, not a single one had been born among the insects.

It was as if the Insect Race’s “Flying Dragons,” a branch of their species, had all been cursed.

This time, the main force attacking Black Egg Star was composed of Flying Dragons – only they could still pose a threat to our planet’s shield and warships with their numbers. After these withered-winged toads couldn’t “regenerate” anymore, the battle naturally lost any suspense.

Tens of thousands of insects were turned to ashes by our warships; any enemy nearing the planet’s defense line was shattered to pieces by Raven’s arcane magic. When the enemy’s numbers dwindled to the point where their defenses finally showed weaknesses, Pandora and Visca personally led the Heavy Armored Apostles, using their unique Floating Cannon tactics to infiltrate and break through the thick defense line made up of a multitude of giant Flying Dragons. They utterly destroyed the opposing Mother Nest, and what followed was an untechnical harvest. The Insect Race didn’t seem to have any concept of retreat, or maybe the commanders deemed these soldiers not worth saving. Anyway, I couldn’t comprehend their values. The Imperial Assault Ship formations annihilated all remaining insects in orbit, leaving only the necessary research samples for Taville. Everything else was turned into cosmic cloud mist by the onboard Ghost Energy Radiation Devices.

The only regret was that we couldn’t find the commanders of the insects. What we encountered were entirely soldiers serving as weapons of war; their commanders remained at the rear. On the star they came from, there ought to be something like a Brain Worm. We found some swollen biological “organs” among the last resisting clusters of the swarm, where these nerve clusters spanning tens of meters were akin to repulsive exposed brain tissue, devoid of any mobility, offense, or defense capabilities, completely relying on lower-ranked insects for nourishment. Taville believes this is the reason a single Brain Worm could remotely control this army of a hundred million – frontline disposable soldiers, mobile incubation pools, neural amplifiers of Brain Worms, and the giant Flying Dragons. This series of Insect Units we had never before heard of all pointed to a fact: the insects of this star region are far more troublesome than depicted in the StarCraft storyline.

General City, the command hall of the Crystal Tower.

The battle against the Insect Race had come to an end; the various departments were now gathering post-battle statistics and preparing for the next military expansion. We were going to summarize the issues discovered in this battle. Reynolds was invited to this meeting, which should have included only Xyrin’s higher-ups, because we needed more information that this local could provide.

The bearded uncle, who first appeared before me reeking of alcohol, seemed to have finally given up drinking in recent days. Not that Xyrin people completely banned alcoholic beverages in their barracks, but he and his soldiers were fully occupied with shock at the overwhelming might of the Xyrin People that they even forgot their personal habits.

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