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OPI Chapter 314: The Titans of War
🕑 Added 2025-03-30 21:36:30 +0000 UTCJörmungandr.
This is the secret weapon that King Joseph of the Kingdom of Gallia, had his men develop over many years.
It is a product that combines the alchemical magic of the earth system and the ancient magic of the elves.
When Biba and Wardes had just arrived at the flagship of the Albion side, they had not yet spoken a few words to the King Wales.
From above, they witnessed the scene of five ‘Jörmungandr’ facing a rain of bullets and artillery bombardment, striding into their own army formation and slashing the steel giant swords in their hands to sweep away thousands of troops.
Biba noticed that any attack from his side, whether it was a bullet, a shell, or even various flames, whirlwinds, and ice spikes of magic, would be blocked by a layer outside their bodies.
Only when attacked would the invisible shield with colored ripples temporarily appear, and some attacks would even be reflected.
What is this?
The King Wales answered his doubts.
"That should be the elves' first-living magic, 'Rebound.' As the name suggests, it can reflect any attack and magic. It is a tricky magic that only powerful elves can master!"
After a simple introduction from King Wales, Biba gained a general understanding of elven magic.
“So there is at least one elf with a very high level of magic in the Kingdom of Gallia.”
Biba smiled with interest.
He had been curious about elves for a long time, and now it seemed that he had a chance to see one.
But before that, he had to first deal with the five chaotic steel puppets; otherwise, Albion had no way to fight them.
"Wardes, you wait here."
After giving a casual order, Biba mounted his griffin and flew off the deck of the flagship, quickly heading towards the chaotic battlefield.
Seeing this scene, Wales, Wardes, and others tensed up.
Could they finally see this person’s full strength?
Although King Wales and others were enchanted by the magic of the Ring of Andvari, it did not mean that they had lost their memories, let alone their ability to think.
But they would be unconditionally loyal to Biba. It must be said that magic is indeed magical.
[Boom!!]
The nearly ten-meter-long steel giant sword slammed heavily onto the ground in front of it under the slash of ‘Jörmungandr'.
The violent force instantly compressed the surrounding air, producing a strong shockwave that completely crushed the soldiers and magicians within a radius of more than ten meters, along with the ground.
A large amount of blood splattered everywhere, making the bloody smell in the air even stronger.
Just as this ‘Jörmungandr’ retracted the giant sword it had just slashed out and then raised it to swing it again in another direction, it suddenly stopped its action as if it had noticed something.
But when it raised its head, it saw a crescent-shaped, light blue air blade tearing through the sky.
[Buzz!]
Sure enough, about three meters outside the body of ‘Jörmungandr,’ a layer of colorful horizontal ripples appeared out of thin air to block it.
“Interesting, can Tempest Kick be blocked too?”
Biba stood on the back of the griffin with a raised eyebrow.
"Then I want to see if your rebound magic has an upper limit~"
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot with a 'swish' sound and appeared in front of ‘Jörmungandr’ the next second.
At the same time, the high-ranking officials of both the Kingdom of Gallia and the Kingdom of Albion focused their eyes on Biba, most of them filled with shock.
They were shocked by the speed he displayed and his ability to step on the air.
[Swish!]
Biba's right hand became a blur as he unsheathed the sword from his waist and brandished it upward.
A bright purple-red blade light suddenly appeared, quickly transforming into a thick and long giant snake with a purple and white body and scarlet eyes in the air. It opened its bloody mouth and slammed into the invisible barrier beneath the steel giant sword.
Amid the huge roar, colorful planar ripples were generated out of thin air once again.
However, this time, the attack did not bounce off directly like before. The giant snake and the giant sword were locked in a stalemate across a layer of space, with ripples constantly appearing.
This scene made Sheffield, the 'operator' in the distance, look solemn.
She knew very well how terrifying the power of those 'Jörmungandr' was. It was undoubtedly the pinnacle of brute force in the world—one sword alone could destroy a city wall.
But now, someone had actually stopped it head-on!
This made her suspicious of Amatori Biba's identity. Who was he? Why was he so powerful, yet she had never heard of him before?
However, in the next second, Sheffield's wine-red eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Not only her, but all the people from both Gallia and Albion who witnessed the scene were equally shocked and found it hard to believe.
The purple-white ferocious giant snake had lasted only about five seconds.
It smashed through the barrier of the 'rebound magic' with one strike, then bit off the exaggerated steel sword of the earth, causing the latter to stagger back under the impact of the tyrannical force.
With each heavy step, it left a massive pit in the ground, nearly toppling over.
"Amazing rebound magic."
Biba completely ignored the horrified gazes around him and looked at the 'Jörmungandr' before him, exclaiming in admiration.
Although he had just repelled the opponent with one sword, the power behind his strike was comparable to that of an elite swordsman at the rank of a major general.
In other words, only attacks of this level could barely break through that layer of 'rebound barrier.' It could reflect all attacks below this threshold.
At the same time—
Biba’s attack successfully attracted the attention of the other four ‘Jörmungandr', all of which stomped forward with heavy steps, rumbling as they moved in.
This made him hesitate.
Not because he was afraid, but because he was considering how to incapacitate them without destroying them entirely.
Otherwise, if he broke them, and the Kingdom of Gallia couldn't produce new ones—what then?
Though the possibility was slim, given that they had already mass-produced five, meaning the manufacturing process was quite mature.
Thus—
Faced with a siege from five ‘Jörmungandr', Biba did not launch a full-force counterattack. Instead, he nimbly evaded, moving up and down like a pink butterfly while contemplating the most suitable response.
This maneuver alleviated the pressure on Albion's forces, allowing King Wales to swiftly issue a full counterattack order.
Soon—
Soldiers wielding breech-loading rifles began advancing toward Gallia under the cover of artillery fire from two hundred cannons and supporting magicians in the rear.
This forced Gallian infantry to charge back onto the battlefield, shields in one hand and swords in the other.
However, the outcome was not much different from before.
One after another, they fell in the midst of their charge, their bodies drenched in blood, faces frozen in expressions of fury and despair, eyes wide open in disbelief.
For these Gallian soldiers, dying in such a manner was nothing short of disgraceful for a warrior.
In reality, the battle was not entirely one-sided. The various spells and shells launched also managed to blow up many Albion soldiers.
But overall, Albion’s front line was indeed slowly advancing towards Galia’s side.
Seeing this situation—
Sheffield immediately activated her own nihilistic ability as the 'Mind of God' Mjöðvitnir, and suddenly, a string of purple rune words appeared on her forehead.
She had already realized that the five 'Jörmungandrs' would not be able to take down the strange pink figure anytime soon.
And, strangely, the opponent was no longer launching powerful attacks capable of breaking through the 'rebound barrier' as before.
Perhaps the attack that released the purple-white snake had been an extremely consuming esoteric spell, and the opponent had lost the ability to continue destroying the ‘Jörmungandr’ in the short term.
If that were the case—
Then she would simply ignore him and let the ‘Jörmungandr’ slaughter the Albion troops!
The next second—
The previously scarlet eyes of the five ‘Jörmungandrs’ flashed a purple light before quickly returning to their original red glow.
But they had given up on Biba and scattered in different directions, swinging their massive steel great swords at the soldiers.
This made JörmungandrBiba frown.
But at the moment, he truly had no means of restraining these massive magic puppets.
Even Gas was useless against these metal constructs.
For a moment—
The battle had completely reversed. The full assault of the five ‘Jörmungandrs’ crushed the Albion army, which had just begun to gain a slight advantage.
"Hmph!"
At that moment, standing in the air and surrounded by a griffin, Biba suddenly let out a cold snort, his gaze sweeping across the Kingdom of Gallia’s camp with terrifying murderous intent.
"Since there’s no way to stop these iron giants—then I’ll just kill all of you!"
His logic was simple.
If he had no way to halt these magic puppets, then he would eliminate the ones controlling them and see if they could still function.
After all, it was part of his strategic plan to unify the entire Zero Magic World under the rule of the Kingdom of Albion.
And that plan had to move forward—no matter what!
Suddenly—
A thick, purple-white mist began to flow out of Amatori Biba’s body, its eerie color exuding an ominous aura.
