Chapter 1458: Chapter 792

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The two sides stood in tense opposition, the oppressive atmosphere spreading across the wasteland relentlessly. Everyone could feel the immense pressure of the impending battle, like the calm before a storm, suffocating and heavy.

In that distant and mysterious Fantasy Continent, the smoke of war filled every corner.

The Goblin Legion surged like a tide, an endless sea of darkness stretching as far as the eye could see.

Within this massive legion, those possessing Mythical Grade combat power were scarce, akin to lightning hidden within clouds–rare but deadly.

However, the sheer number of the Goblin Legion, once utilized in coordination, transformed into a formidable force.

On the battlefield, a few Mythical Grade Goblins stood like calm and commanding generals, positioned at the forefront of their ranks, their sharp eyes sweeping across the scene.

One Goblin emitting an eerie red glow brandished a massive flame-engulfed axe. Each swing carried a wave of heat powerful enough to rival the Radiant Clan’s High-ranking Transcendent Warriors.

Another Goblin clad in heavy black armor gripped a spear that shimmered with chilling light, its tip freezing the very space it pointed toward, an attack nearly impossible to guard against.

In the Radiant Clan’s camp, the atmosphere was especially grave. The Radiant warriors, donned in armor radiating holy brilliance, extended snowy white wings behind them. Their faces were handsome yet resolute, their eyes filled with dedication to justice and an unyielding thirst for triumph.

At this moment, a strategist from the Radiant Clan stood on the command platform, dressed in a magnificent robe embroidered with intricate runes, symbolic of the clan’s wisdom and strength.

He furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze profound as he studied the unfolding battlefield, and spoke:

“The Goblin Legion is no ordinary threat. Their individual combat power is weak; many lack Mythical Grade abilities. Yet their overwhelming numbers, when coordinated, generate a transformation of astonishing magnitude.”

His steady and powerful voice echoed in the tense air.

A nearby Radiant warrior concurred:

“Indeed, Strategist. In the earlier battle, we deeply felt the gap between us.

Although our Radiant Clan is strong overall, we’re like scattered sand without effective combat power.

Our warriors are engaging individually without forming a coordinated front. At this rate, victory will be difficult to achieve.”

The strategist sighed lightly and continued:

“For the Radiant Clan to win this battle, we must break them down one by one, starting with eliminating their backbone–Logan.

Logan is the core of the Goblin Legion. If he falls, their army’s morale will unravel. Only then can we seize the opportunity for victory.”

“But Logan is heavily guarded. How can we possibly break through their defenses to take Logan down?”

A young Radiant warrior asked urgently.

The strategist lifted his gaze slightly, looking toward the distant battlefield, his eyes gleaming with steadfast determination:

“We can assemble a select elite squad under my direct command. This team must possess extraordinarily high combat power and unyielding teamwork, to find and exploit any weak spots in Logan’s defenses, launching a surprise assault.

Meanwhile, the rest of our Radiant warriors must hold the Goblin Legion’s main force on the frontlines, preventing them from diverting attention to protect Logan.”

“Understood!” the young warrior and his companions responded in unison, their eyes burning with renewed fervor.

Following the strategist’s orders, the warriors of the Radiant Clan began orderly yet urgent preparations.

An elite squad quickly gathered, their eyes sharp and their aura radiating immense power.

On the frontlines, the remaining Radiant warriors gripped their weapons tightly, awaiting the clash.

On this battlefield wrapped in nervous tension, the Goblin Legion demonstrated an uncanny level of coordination, leaving the Radiant Clan deeply troubled.

The gray-green, cunning-eyed Goblins moved like components of a meticulously crafted war machine, every gear interlocking seamlessly. Their tactics, whether deployments or formations, flowed with unparalleled precision.

They alternated between elusive raids like agile ghosts and suddenly assembling into impenetrable defensive formations in a fleeting moment.

Whether controlling the tempo of their attacks or executing flawless mutual support in defense, it was a spectacle of absolute mastery.

Even with their formidable Light Magic and exceptional fighting methods, the Radiant Clan seemed to flounder against the Goblins’ precise coordination, trapped in an invisible mire, unable to unleash their full potential.

Standing at the heart of the Radiant Clan’s camp, the Light’s Lawlord adorned himself in a luxurious robe emanating sacred brilliance. His expression was solemn and profound.

He nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across his people as he spoke in a calm yet resonant voice:

“Everyone, this battle with the Goblin Legion is far more dire than we anticipated.

I will be their target. Guarantee my safety first, leave Logan no openings, and with time, they will surely grow impatient.”

After his words, many elders of the Radiant Clan nodded in agreement and supported his view.

An elderly man with silver hair and a face marked by age stepped forward, bowing respectfully before the Light’s Lawlord. His tone carried both humility and resolve:

“Your Majesty, as the Light’s Lawlord, you are the future of the Radiant Tribe. You are the Holy Son destined to lead us to greater glory.”