Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Chapter 772: Chapter 507: The Furious Red Devil_1

“Brothers, what do you think about the battle ahead?”

In a magic tent providing energy for the defensive barrier in the heart of the Saint Night Army’s camp, a thin and dry magician seated on the ground, effortlessly supplying magic power to the floating crystal in front of him while expressing his boredom.

At his side, there were nine other mages gathered around, all performing the same motion.

Based on the aura circulating within the tent, the strength of these mages was at least at the level of Tier 2 five-star senior powerhouses or above. Some had even reached the peak of Tier 2.

Moreover, on the chest of most of the magic robes, various family crests were embroidered, indicating that these mages mostly had noble backgrounds.

Apart from that, the most eye-catching part of the tent was the magic patterns on the ground, which glowed with a faint blue light.

With the crystal stone floating at the center, the varying magic patterns expanded around, extending to the outside of the tent.

Undoubtedly, this was only a part of the energy supply for the camp’s defensive barrier.

“We of the Saint Night sent out eight legions, to deal with Coldflame’s mere three legions. Isn’t that an easy catch?”

Another middle-aged mage with a mustache chuckled: “Furthermore, with the trump card of the Griffon Knight Squadron, the Coldflame Army must have been slaughtered by us already.”

With that, the mage with the mustache assumed a regretful posture, sighing, “Unfortunately, we were assigned to guard the camp. The achievements this time will be snatched by others.”

“Exactly, Lord Red Devil is indeed overly cautious. Would the enemy dare to attack our Saint Night camp?”

The thin and dry magician sneered in agreement, “Even if they had a few guts, they wouldn’t have the ability. They’re just a bunch of cowards.”

“That’s right! Once we invade the Coldflame hinterland, everything of these cowards will be ours, hahaha!”

Upon hearing this, the other mages also burst into lewd laughter.

However, not long after their disdainful laughter began…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of deafening explosions sounded.

The bodies of the magic team trembled involuntarily.

Then, vast amounts of magic power were stripped from them and constantly transmitted to the central crystal stone.

All at once, their derisive laughter halted, replaced by expressions of shock and bewilderment.

There was only one explanation for such a sudden, unexpected occurrence.

The defensive barrier they were providing energy for was under an unexpected attack!

“What’s going on? Someone’s attacking the barrier?!”

In alarm, the thin and dry magician who had just been laughing intensified his output of magic power while exclaiming. Due to his shock, he couldn’t catch his breath and ended up coughing incessantly.

“According to my senses, the attack’s location is in the upper half of the barrier, and it’s a continuous high-intensity explosion!”

The mage with the mustache looked extremely displeased and exclaimed, “It seems to be alchemy bombs!”

“Cough…Alchemy bombs?! Aren’t those the standard weapon of our Saint Night Griffon Knight Squadron?”

Caught off-guard, the thin and dry magician continued to cough and express his confusion.

As the two spoke, the earth-shattering explosions outside became more and more intense.

Outside the tent, countless magic bombs were continuously raining down from the sky.

They all fell on the translucent barrier shining with radiant light, transforming into wave after wave of violent explosions.

As the giant fireball shot into the sky, the once calm defensive barrier was suddenly turbulent.

It produced wave after wave of violent surges, much like a sea swept by storms.

High above the barrier, ten figures could be faintly seen, flapping their wings and circling around continuously.

These figures were naturally Sean and other Pterosaur Knights who were bombing the place according to Leo Ray’s instructions.

Right below the barrier were light and heavy infantry and archers, other than the magicians inside the energy-supplying tents.

Looking up at the astonishing explosions above them but blocked by the defensive barrier, these elite Saint Night troops couldn’t believe their eyes.

Why had their roles, which should have been absolutely crushing their opponents and wielding their swords, been reversed and had their own grounds sneak attacked?

As the explosions grew more intense, the faces of the Saint Night mage team in the tent also turned paler and paler.

In order to maintain the normal operation of the defensive barrier, they had long lost their ease and lewd smiles at the beginning. Each one of them had already swallowed magic medicine to speed up their magic power recovery.

However, it seemed that the consumption of magic power in their bodies far exceeded the rate of their recovery.

“What’s going on? The Coldflame Army shouldn’t be here. So, who exactly is attacking us?!”