Over three hundred years ago, in the kingdom of Phileck, human allied mages used the Meteor Shower to completely destroy the entire capital.
The mighty army of Phileck, with nowhere to defend or shelter, almost entirely perished in battle. The Meteor Shower has always been one of the most common and effective mass attack spells in war, unbeatable in both field battles and sieges, especially when hundreds of mages summon thousands of meteorite showers together; it's an absolute nightmare for the enemy.
Today, as the soldiers of Rody City are surrounded under the Saint Song, without any natural defenses.
What effect will the Meteor Shower, once again falling from the sky, have? Will Rody, the invincible miraculous kid, suffer a setback from the dense attack of the Meteor Shower?
Everyone in the rear was holding their breath, watching with wide eyes and clenched fists.
Giant and scorching meteorites, howling as they flew and crashed down from the sky, were stopped by Rody's Tower of Spirit, deflected to land a hundred meters away. Once they struck the solid ground, they immediately exploded into earth-shattering shockwaves, shaking the entire battlefield. A single meteorite was enough to make the earth tremble, and hundreds to thousands of giant meteorites could flatten a small mountain...
The slave soldiers, logistics troops, or supporting civilians, each was knocked to the ground by the shock.
They lay powerless on the trembling ground, their bodies shaking and repeatedly falling.
The girls from Rody's fan club fared better. The Holy Maiden and her guards chanted spells, allowing them to hover slightly above the ground, unaffected by the ground shaking. However, the power of the shockwaves in the sky, after penetrating the magical barrier, blew them about like a hurricane, leaving them disheveled and distressed.
The kings and knights struggled to endure the storm of the shaking earth, while the few powerful beings were more vigilant of the sky.
The Great Sword Emperor Yu and a dozen super-strong beings hand on sword hilts, ready to strike at any moment to support Rody.
If any meteorite slipped through, they would immediately shatter it.
Rody's Tower of Spirit, created by his spiritual clone, appeared fragile under the myriad meteor showers, seemingly about to break upon any impact. However, in reality, it was extremely sturdy, and people's worries were entirely superfluous.
Thousands of meteor showers fell, and apart from shaking Rody City's soldiers to the ground and blasting everyone with a storm, leaving everyone dirty and dizzy, it had no other effect. Once the ground stilled and the last meteorite smashed into the earth, bringing a final gust of wind, they all climbed up from the muddy ground, a bit dazed but excitedly cheering.
What is a miracle?
What happened on the battlefield now was a miracle.
Rody, he created another miracle. Under the bombardment of thousands of meteor showers, there was not a single casualty; this was his ability.
What infuriated the Archangel Andre with golden wings even more was that, due to the sheer number of meteorites, plus Rody's intentional deflection, a large area of hot meteorites now surrounded Rody City's soldiers. These meteorites, initially intended to kill them, had now become a protective circle for the human soldiers.
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For the miraculous human boy, Archangel Andre felt a sense of powerlessness.
What method could truly defeat or kill this miraculous boy, Rody? As long as he lives, humanity still has hope, a spine to support the grand scheme. Rody must die, and he must be killed in front of all the humans worldwide; otherwise, humans will not feel absolute despair, and they will continue to harbor hope.
But how to kill him?
"Continue with the Meteor Shower!" Archangel Andre knew that even if Rody was incredibly strong and had abnormal spiritual power, he couldn't maintain it for a long period.
"Lord Andre, the mages have already exhausted a lot of magic power; it might be better to let them rest for a while... Lord Andre, I have a suggestion. We could use catapults and other siege weapons to strike at these blasphemers. This will not only exhaust Rody's spiritual power but also buy time for the mages to rest. What do you think?" Cardinal Saint Duri of the Red Robes suggested.
"That's a good proposal, but the demon and centaur armies are far away," Andre was somewhat troubled.
"Lord Andre, actually, what Saint Song doesn't lack is attack weaponry," Cardinal Saint Duri replied excitedly: "If Lord Andre grants me authority, I will drown Rody in a rain of stones!"
When the soldiers of Saint Song rolled out giant catapults, the kings and people of various countries were infuriated.
They never imagined that the war machinery they supplied to the front lines would one day be used against their own people, which was infuriating.
According to the plan of Cardinal Saint Duri and Andre, the dense attack of the catapults would have a certain effect. Even if Rody blocked all the stone showers with his Tower of Spirit, his spiritual power would be severely drained. Unlike the Meteor Shower, the catapults and stone projectiles were infinitely usable, not requiring a large amount of magic power, and could be operated by ordinary soldiers.
The number of catapults and stone projectiles in the Saint Song's arsenal was more than enough to drown tens of thousands of people and build a city of stones over them.
However, once the attack of the catapults began, they realized they might have been naïve.
If Rody could be defeated so easily, he wouldn't be the miraculous boy.
The sky full of stone showers, coming down densely, was not countered by Rody with a spiritual clone forming the Tower of Spirit like before. Instead, he almost ignored the stone shower, conversing quietly with the Holy Maiden for a few moments, before bravely heading out himself to continue digging trenches near the hot meteorites.
Inspired by him, the slave soldiers also rushed out, doing their part.
The supporting civilians, forgetting their fear, clenched their fists and shouted Rody's name passionately, in rhythm with the girls from the fan club.
Through prayer, a soft column of holy light appeared above the Holy Maiden's head.
The giant image of the Holy Mother flashed and disappeared, and the celestial singing of the fairies resounded across the entire battlefield. Above the heads of Rody City's soldiers, countless light spots fluttered down. Those were the petals of holy light, tender and beautiful, filling the sky and enveloping human heads. The dense stones came roaring, but as soon as they touched these petals of holy light, their howling power immediately vanished, turning into cotton-like lightness as they fell.
"Damn it, this is the Featherfall Technique, a wide-range Featherfall Technique! The human Holy Maiden is using the power of prayer and then converting it into the Featherfall Technique!" Archangel Andre realized this and his face immediately darkened.
"..." Cardinal Saint Duri was so despairing that he couldn't utter a word, not expecting this method to break the stone throwing attack.
People kept shouting Rody's name, and with every loud call, a faint sparkle would emerge above their heads, eventually converging into a stream of light, continuously joining the column of light above the Holy Maiden's head, making the column of holy light stronger and more enduring. The Holy Maiden, gathering all the people's prayers, continually chanted spells with her guard.
And now, the various kings and their royal guards on the ground finally had a role to play.
Their time to showcase their skills had arrived.
Although the stones, under the influence of the Featherfall Technique, wouldn't hurt anyone when falling on their heads, the kings, having nothing else to do, voluntarily flew into the air, blasting the lightly floating stones in the sky far away, about a hundred meters away.
Cardinal Saint Duri's lips trembled with both anger and hate.
This approach was not working; if they didn't plan to gift Rody a city of stones, then the futile stone-throwing attack could be stopped.
"Holy Battle Formation, prepare..." Archangel Andre, of course, had more than one attack method. Long before the fallout with Rody, the high-ranking angels had carefully and seriously discussed various tactics against Rody, like using this method of the Light Spear when Rody was burdened.
On command, the Winged Tribe swiftly took off and formed five tiers in the sky.
At the highest level were the Winged Tribe's light mages, whose attack was the Dragon Ball Spit, combining everyone's power into a light ball, smashing towards the soldiers of Rody City.
Then came the other mages of the Winged Tribe, operating magic crystal cannons.
The middle layer was the Winged Tribe's archers, mainly responsible for widespread harassment and carpet-style attacks.
The fourth layer consisted of the Winged Tribe's fire crystal magic long spear soldiers, the most numerous, with four to five thousand, arranged in a dense formation. Each soldier, holding a fire crystal magic long spear, aimed at Rody City's soldiers. They were confident that even the Featherfall Technique could not stop these bullets shot faster than the wind and lightning. Once fired in unison, except for the super-strong, ordinary soldiers and civilians would undoubtedly die.
At the very bottom layer of the Winged warriors were the priests responsible for blessings.
They chanted blessing spells, waving their magic wands, and spreading blessings of light, rising up, allowing every comrade above to receive the blessing...
Facing such a three-dimensional attack from the Winged Tribe, how will the miraculous boy, Rody, resolve it?