"Rody, Rody, Rody…"
Now, not only the civilians who came in support, but also the hundred thousand slave soldiers, and even the kings of various countries and all their guards, were rhythmically calling Rody's name out loud. Everyone no longer doubted, for they knew Rody would definitely stand up and solve the problem when people felt pain and anxiety.
Faced with the three-dimensional attack of the angelic Winged Tribe army, everyone couldn't think of a solution, but they didn't need to be afraid, for they still had Rody.
Indeed, Rody flew out.
He held a crescent halberd, which no one in the world had ever used before, gathering the spiritual power generated by the Holy Maiden's prayers in the sky, forming a giant ball of energy. The more people shouted his name, the louder and more excited they became, the more they would notice that the flashes emerging from their heads were getting bigger, and the ball of light above Rody's head also grew larger.
The Tower of Spirit appeared again, but this time it was no longer a conical shape.
This time, the Tower of Spirit, held up by Rody's spiritual clone, resembled a giant mirror that slowly rotated.
The Winged Tribe's light mages chanted a deadly spell, 'Dragon Ball Spit.' If this spell hit successfully, tens of thousands of densely packed human soldiers would turn to ash in the explosion of the spell. At the same time, people also had to face the energy attacks from the Winged Tribe's elemental mages operating magic crystal cannons. These attacks would sweep away all life in their path.
Humans had to face not only magical but also physical attacks.
The Winged Tribe's archers and fire crystal magic long spear soldiers would first bring a rain of shots to the human soldiers. If people were overwhelmed, the subsequent strikes from the magic crystal cannons and Dragon Ball Spit would devour all the soldiers of Rody City...
"Fire." Archangel Andre, with his golden wings, waved his holy sword, giving the order to attack.
He didn't believe that humans could simultaneously cope with two completely different types of attacks. Whether it was magic barriers, magic shields, Herculean shields, atmospheric shields, or giant force fields, none could defend against two completely different types of attacks simultaneously, and the larger the area covered by these magical protections, the weaker their power would be. How many human soldiers could survive the massive explosion of magic crystal cannons and Dragon Ball Spit? How many could live under the rain of arrows and magical long spear shots?
Archangel Andre sneered in his heart. He believed that Rody, the miraculous boy, might be able to deal with either a magical or physical attack, but definitely not both simultaneously.
Indeed, if someone had that ability, they would not be human, but a god that does not exist in this world.
Rody could not simultaneously cope with two different types of attacks; he had to make a choice.
Would he choose to defend against the more powerful magic crystal cannons and Dragon Ball Spit? Or the dense, indiscriminate killing of the rain of arrows and magical long spear volleys?
People in the rear of the world, at that moment, watched with immense tension. They were even more nervous than those on the battlefield, as observers, they were more worried and anxious. The people of Kamaran did not stay silent like the rest of the world but, like the onsite civilians, raised their hands and shouted Rody's name in unison.
"Rody, Rody, Rody, Rody…"
They too believed in the miraculous boy, absolutely.
Although separated by vast distances in time and space, their support could not reach Rody's ears, but the people of Kamaran would not let Rody fight alone; they would always stand behind the miraculous boy, forever supporting him.
Millions of arrows and magical bullets rained towards Rody and the human soldiers beneath him.
Without a magical barrier, Herculean shield, or giant force field, the human soldiers' sky had nothing but Rody, no other defense. Andre watched with a cold sneer, thinking Rody had given up physical defense, focusing solely on the upcoming Dragon Ball Spit and magic crystal cannon fire.
Just when Archangel Andre was at his most smug, suddenly, his smile froze, like a dead volcano.
The rain of arrows and countless bullets suddenly changed direction slightly, all shooting towards Rody's body.
Rody's spiritual clone was singing a war song, so clear that even a deaf person might understand it – a large-scale 'Magic Attraction'. Damn Rody, he actually used a kind of magic normally used by noble magicians to lure magical beasts during hunting to attract arrows and bullets. What's even more incredible is that this magic was effective. If the arrows and bullets hit the body of an ordinary human, they would cause absolute lethal damage, but what about shooting at a near-holy level powerhouse?
The effect was clear; Rody's protective aura and magic shield were shattered by the millions of arrows and bullets.
But with a shake of his body, he shook off all the arrows and bullets, unscathed.
The power of the Winged Tribe's magic crystal cannons and Dragon Ball Spit couldn't be attracted. Just when Archangel Andre was about to smile anew at the corner of his lips, Rody made another move that made him want to curse in frustration.
Rody's spiritual clone threw the giant mirror-like Tower of Spirit in the direction of the incoming magic crystal cannon and Dragon Ball Spit fire.
The power of the magic crystal cannon and Dragon Ball Spit was unmatched and unstoppable.
However, the function of this giant spirit mirror was not to block but to cleverly refract.
It slightly rotated, refracting all the magic crystal cannon and Dragon Ball Spit attacks, just a small angle, but far away from the soldiers of Rody City, striking the dumbstruck and horrified centaur army... The centaurs were completely unprepared, having no idea the nightmare was falling from the sky.
Except for the super-powerful who could react and desperately escape, the vast majority of centaurs only had time to let out a pre-death wail.
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"Damn it, this is the Mirror of Pain, I'm going to kill this human bastard, he's the most despicable and shameless scoundrel in the world!" Archangel Andre instantly realized, swearing profusely.
The method Rody just used was an insane act that a normal person couldn't possibly employ.
The magic sphere he held up in the sky wasn't a magic shield to protect human soldiers' lives, but a sinister magic called 'Mirror of Pain.' This kind of Mirror of Pain, unless used by some fanatical magicians under the Devil, wouldn't be employed by anyone else. Because the power of this magic is related to the pain suffered by the caster.
The greater the attack the caster suffers, the greater the pain, the greater the power of the 'Mirror of Pain.'
Conversely, if the caster is not attacked or doesn't feel pain, the Mirror of Pain will be powerless and useless.
The power of the magic crystal cannon and Dragon Ball Spit was unstoppable, and Rody couldn't hard-block them. However, he voluntarily stood out, enduring the pain of the arrow rain and bullet shooting, and then used the Mirror of Pain to refract the subsequent magic crystal cannon and Dragon Ball Spit away from the group of human soldiers. Because of his evil cunning mind and abnormal sacrificial spirit, Archangel Andre lost over ten thousand centaur warriors in a second.
Under the explosion of the Dragon Ball Spit and the magic crystal cannon, the centaur warriors didn't even have a chance to resurrect; they were completely vaporized.
"Retreat the whole army two kilometers, Holy Battle Formation, prepare for the second time, reverse the attack sequence, Dragon Ball Spit and magic crystal cannon first, then cover the human soldiers with arrow rain and magical long spear volley!" Archangel Andre, with a twisted face, issued another order.
He was determined, the Holy Battle Formation was invincible.
This time, Rody using the Mirror of Pain would definitely not work, because the Dragon Ball Spit and magic crystal cannon were not attracted by magic, and he couldn't endure the pain again and then use the Mirror of Pain to refract the arrow rain and bullets. Even if he could refract, all the armies had left the range, and Rody would just suffer the pain of the attack in vain.
"Rody boy, are you okay?" Old King Norn and others, of course, saw this and shouted in concern.
"I have always said that in the face of human wisdom, the enemy will perform their joke of a drama like clowns…" Rody's words were not finished, already drowned out by the cheering of humanity, only Rody's mother, with tears streaming down her face, looked at her beloved son with pride and heartache. This little guy, who always worried her, actually endured the enemy's attack on behalf of everyone, transforming and refracting the enemy's attack.
"Everyone, continue to call Rody's name, continue to support him; that's the only thing we can do for him!" Tommy, with tears already in his eyes, shouted loudly: "Rody! Rody!"
"Rody, Rody, Rody…"
At this moment, almost in front of all the magic screens in the world, all humans erupted in the same shout.
The only support they could offer him was their moral support.
As long as everyone forever supports him, continuously cheers for him, and continually supports him with their spirit, then the miraculous boy Rody will certainly unleash greater power, protecting all the people in the world, bringing more and more perfect victories.
At this moment, Rody was truly recognized by the world, truly supported wholeheartedly by the world, no longer fighting alone.
Because, behind him, stood all the humans in the world.
The Winged Tribe's Holy Battle Formation, the Dragon Ball Spit, and the magic crystal cannon fire burst into a new round of attacks at Archangel Andre's gesture... With the changed sequence of attacks, Rody's previous strategy was no longer effective. How would he face this new round of attacks?
...
If Archangel Andre could choose again, he would definitely not issue the command for a second attack.
Because he felt a strong sense of being fooled and insulted, almost using all his strength to suppress the raging anger in his chest. Many times, he wanted to draw his holy sword and rush to fight Rody to the death. But every time he saw the slight mockery at the corner of Rody's lips, he felt a deep chill in his heart; this guy was probably hoping for him to be impulsive.
When the Holy Battle Formation fired the magic crystal cannon and Dragon Ball Spit, Andre thought Rody would find it difficult, a headache.
But in fact, this abnormal guy came up with a way to break it.
Who knows how his brain was formed, but the strategy he came up with was maddening. There's no one in the world as crazy as him; he's not a normal person but a madman.
At the moment of the Dragon Ball Spit and magic crystal cannon bombardment, Rody flew over.
His giant spiritual clone transformed into a huge mysterious spiral formation, with a black and white pattern in the middle, surrounded by eight shiny golden patterns. When the Dragon Ball Spit and magic crystal cannon hit, the spiral formation didn't break or block but changed the direction of the attack. The attacks of the Dragon Ball Spit and magic crystal cannon twisted bizarrely, scattering across the sky, spectacularly streaking across the sky, disappearing into the end of the sky...
If it were just that, Archangel Andre would not have been so enraged.
A second later, the rain of arrows and bullet volleys arrived.
Rody took it all, enduring the pain of a thousand arrows once again. This time, the magic he chanted was not the Mirror of Pain, but magic backlash and shared pain.
At the moment this most cunning and despicable human spat out his first mouthful of blood, all the mages of the Holy Battle Formation fell from the sky, while all the archers and magic riflemen exploded into blood mist in the sky like popping beans. In the shared pain, they bore part of the pain Rody suffered from the thousands of attacks, bursting to death from unbearable pain.
No one dared to approach the fallen mages.
The terrifying magic backlash would turn anyone who touched it into an object of backlash, and the backlash force of powerful magic like the Dragon Ball Spit is not something a single mage could resist.
Rody's mysterious formation behind him was still slowly rotating, getting faster and faster; it was the main cause of the magic backlash. Now, it was reflecting the power of the Dragon Ball Spit and magic crystal cannon back on the casters through spiritual power, until all the power was gone. Archangel Andre forbade anyone from going to rescue because he saw that Rody was waiting.
As soon as someone went to rescue, the power of the magic backlash would truly erupt.
"Dragon Ball Spit? How is it? Tastes good, doesn't it?" Rody laughed heartily, knowing no caster could endure the backlash of their own powerful magic, especially since all mages have relatively frail bodies. Moreover, magic backlash not only manifests in physical pain but also in mental agony. In short, the Winged Tribe's mages must bear the full brunt of the magic they just cast to be relieved from the pain.
Some of the Winged Tribe's archers and magic riflemen who hadn't exploded desperately flapped their wings to escape.
Rody did not pursue. He waved his hand, took off his upper garment, revealing his pristine and perfect body. He tossed his crescent halberd, which his spiritual clone caught, and according to Rody's will, swung fiercely, cutting a long wound on Rody's back, splattering blood.
"Ah?" People were stunned. What was Rody doing?
"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." In the sky, the Winged Tribe's archers and magic riflemen screamed, each bursting into blood mist, as the spiritual clone cut another wound on Rody. With each cut, dozens of archers suffered explosive deaths, their bodies bursting apart, turning into a rain of blood.
The Winged Tribe's archers and magic riflemen shared Rody's pain under the curse of 'Sea of Blood and Deep Hatred' cast by Rody's spiritual magic. For every bit of damage the main body endured, the sharers received tenfold retribution, until one side died. So, with every injury Rody's body suffered, countless archers couldn't withstand the magic retribution and exploded to death.
Their bodies, already at the brink of exploding due to shared pain, now faced additional curse retribution, inevitably breaking down like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Over two thousand archers and four thousand magic riflemen couldn't escape; they had flown up to a hundred meters in front of Archangel Andre, but still could not avoid the command to explode to death. Rody's body was drenched in blood, ruthless towards both his enemies and himself. His spiritual clone spun like the wind, cutting hundreds of wounds on the main body in an instant.
Rody, covered in blood, watched as the Winged Tribe's archers and magic riflemen desperately wailed in the sky, each exploding into a burst of blood...
"Winged Tribe's mages, if you don't want to die, then come and kneel before me, now!" Rody commanded coldly.
With the slightest hesitation from the mages, the mysterious formation behind Rody spun rapidly, and hundreds of Winged mages screamed in agony, rolling on the ground, clutching their heads, rolling frantically as if mad. Andre watched with a twisted face and fiery eyes but was helpless; this evil magic was beyond his comprehension, and he had no way to counter it.
Some mages, unable to bear the torture of pain, plunged daggers into their own hearts.
But many more Winged mages did not have the courage to do so. Initially, only one or two of them, wailing, ran towards Rody, falling before him, extending trembling hands, begging for mercy... But this action triggered more to follow, and soon, almost all the Winged mages were crawling towards Rody, begging him to lift the magic backlash.
"Ha ha, I am a merciful human, how can I not forgive you trash-like bird people? You must know, our human hearts are broader than the sky, how can we bicker with you? Of course not, I forgive you. Go!" Rody laughed heartily, turned around, and walked towards thousands of tearful companions. Hundreds of Winged mages followed him, rolling and crawling, volunteering to be his captives.
They certainly understood that as soon as they left Rody's side and returned to the Winged Tribe's army, their brains would explode and they would die.
Even if that didn't happen, Lord Andre certainly wouldn't spare them.
Now, the only option was to follow this terrifying enemy, hoping that after the humiliation, he would truly spare their lives. A few Winged Tribe mages, believing this to be true, ran out less than a hundred meters before their skulls exploded with a bang.
Others were shot into pincushions by the furious orders of Andre, dying without even a chance to scream.
"Feathered Andre, did you see? I didn't force them, but your mages insisted on becoming my captives. There's nothing I can do..." Rody turned to face the distant, teeth-grinding Archangel Andre, spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and laughed carefreely: "Sorry, I accidentally destroyed your Holy Battle Formation, but don't worry, I guess you have more than this little trick up your sleeve. Take your time to prepare, I'm waiting, not in a hurry at all, ha ha!"
"I dare say, your triumph won't last long!" Andre used all the patience he had in his life to suppress the urge to rush at Rody and fight to the death.
"Maybe you're right, maybe!" Rody laughed heartily.
That laughter, like slaps, struck Andre and the countless assailants in the face. At this moment, including the most arrogant Winged Tribe and the coldest Demon Tribe, morale was incredibly low, each of them only wishing for the sun to set quickly, ending the day's battle, waiting for the higher-ups to come up with a real solution to attack together. Otherwise, it was just rushing out to be humiliated by the miraculous boy, not to besiege humanity.
When Rody returned, the human soldiers did not cheer for the first time.
Their faces were all streaked with tears. The miraculous boy, although incredibly powerful, exceedingly intelligent, and foresighted, was still fighting alone, with no one able to help him...
Seeing his blood-soaked body, the glaring blood red, like fire, seared everyone's hearts.
Shame, emotion, pride, and heartache – all kinds of feelings surged in everyone's hearts.