Published: March 12, 2025
Zhao Hai thought for a moment and understood what was happening. The divine race uses magic crystals to power their magic cannons, and the energy of these magic crystals is far inferior to the ones he uses. Fire-type crystals can reach area attacks, and if the divine race's magic cannons also use area attacks, then the energy of the magic crystals would be greatly diminished, posing no threat to ninth-level or divine-level experts.
Zhao Hai wanted to send the fifty thousand undead to test the divine race's defenses, to see what else was present besides the visible magic cannons and ballistae.
At that moment, the undead rushed into the spear-throwing range. They quickly took out their spears and hurled them at the divine race’s defenses.
In response, the divine race fired swift arrows from their ballistae. These arrows, launched from the ballistae, had a formidable range and were larger than the spears thrown by the undead.
What Zhao Hai didn’t expect was that the swift arrows shot by the divine race exploded next to the undead. This resulted in significant losses for the undead, with many being shattered into pieces.
Zhao Hai was taken aback for a moment, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly chuckled. “Interesting, I didn’t expect the divine race to develop a secret weapon. Fei'er, do you know why those swift arrows exploded when fired?”
Fei'er shook her head with a grim expression. “This might really be a secret weapon of the divine race. I’ve never heard of them having such swift arrows before; they’ve never used them.”
Zhao Hai nodded, not paying it much mind. He waved his hand again, sending a squad of around one hundred thousand undead this time, as the previous fifty thousand had already suffered heavy losses.
However, this time the hundred thousand undead were different; Zhao Hai didn't provide them with shields, as he wanted to see the true attack power of the divine race's magic cannons. After observing, Zhao Hai felt relieved: “The attack power of the divine race’s magic cannons is much weaker compared to mine. They can only inflict significant damage on some ninth-level experts, and while they do have some lethality against divine-level experts, it’s not very substantial.”
The reason Zhao Hai sent out the undead without shields was to test how the new type of swift arrows from the divine race would perform against shields. If the shields couldn’t withstand the arrow attacks, then their casualties would rise.
It seemed the divine race also understood Zhao Hai's intentions. As soon as the hundred thousand undead entered the range of the divine race's magic cannons, a barrage of attacks came flooding toward them. Zhao Hai noticed a problem: although the magical shield provided excellent protection, it forced those inside to just wait to be hit, unable to dodge like the undead without shields. If the divine race's swift arrows could break through their magical shield, the casualties among the undead would exceed his expectations.
The divine race’s relentless assault with the magic cannons aimed to deplete the shield's energy, preventing the undead from penetrating deeper into their defenses and uncovering more of their hidden cards.
However, the divine race underestimated the strength of the shield Klein had created. This shield was designed for urban defense and was extremely robust. Even though it hadn’t been improved over the years, this also reflected the strength of the defensive magic formation; something with few drawbacks is hard to improve. If something has many flaws, it’s easy to enhance.
The divine race's magic cannons were already weaker than Zhao Hai's. Now targeting a shield powered by the same energy as their magic cannons was of no use; the shield hardly budged, making it seem as though the magic cannons were merely tickling it.
The divine race grew somewhat frantic, but they quickly regained their composure. Once the undead entered the range of the ballistae, the divine race's ballistae also launched their attacks. This time, Zhao Hai did not allow the undead to throw their spears; he wanted to see the true power of the divine race’s ballistae.