Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Gales shrieked through the blood-stained watchtowers of the Western Capital’s walls, carrying a suffocating stench of sand, rotting corpses, and a bone-chilling, deathly chill. Standing atop the towering ramparts, vast torrents of magic surged from the archmages and imperial guards, weaving a brilliant yet precarious five-colored protective barrier against the encroaching tide of the dead.
At the foot of the wall, millions of living corpses—ranging from shriveled millennia-old mummies to cold, iron-armored skeleton warriors, alongside shrieking wraiths prowling the air—were orchestrating a terrifying earthquake. Their thunderous roars battered eardrums, draining the color from the faces of high-tier mages and leaving cold sweat streaming down their spines.
“Get ready! Wide-range Fire-element magic combined with Lightning-element, prepare to bombard!”
The imperial guard commander’s voice was hoarse, fraught with tragic resolve. His knuckles whitened as he gripped his magic staff, bloodshot eyes locked onto the sea of corpses less than a hundred meters from the wall. Everyone understood that this would be the bloodiest clash, a place where human life was as frail as a flickering candle in a storm.
Yet, at that very moment of extreme peril, just as the mages exhausted their final reserves of mana to unleash desperate, suicidal strikes...
Rumble... Rumble... Rumble!