Chapter 1467: Reinforcements Arrive

On the Radbow World battlefield, the most unfortunate legion from Magus World was not Sein’s Divine Tower of Ashes, nor the knights under the two Rank Four knights.

It was the Deep Blue Summoning Divine Tower that had been trapped on the Radbow battlefield since the start!

Even Barron, the Rank Four Summoner, could never have imagined that the war here would descend into such a nightmare after he left this world.

It was not that Sein and his allies had neglected the Divine Tower of Deep Blue; the battle was simply too brutal.

Even Sein’s own Divine Tower of Ashes Army had suffered heavy losses. Without their Rank Four tower master’s protection, the Deep Blue Legion naturally fared far worse.

Still, the mages of the Deep Blue Summoning Divine Tower showed remarkable determination just like their tower master.

They followed Sein’s battle orders faithfully, and over the years of fighting side by side, the Divine Tower of Ashes and Deep Blue had forged a strong bond.

Unfortunately, the Deep Blue Summoning Divine Tower’s space fortress had crashed seven years ago.

Now, whenever their mages needed to rest or replenish their supplies, they could only do so at Sein’s Ashen Fortress.

The other two knight fortresses lacked the magic ingredients the Summoners depended on to recover their strength.

Several deep-yellow radiation beams shot out from the top of the leaning tower, aiming straight at a massive federal mobile suit.

With Farke and Nimitz providing fire support, the Rank Two Summoner on the battlefield immediately felt the pressure lighten.

A wounded brown bear, its body doubled in size under the Summoner’s elemental enhancement, roared and charged at the towering mobile suit.

Still, the fight was anything but easy. The leaning tower’s barrage quickly drew the attention of the federal warships, which began focusing their fire on it.

That was also how the tower’s upper floors had been destroyed, leaving in its current state—and no one knew how much longer the remaining structure could stay standing.

In war, time either passed by in a blur or crawled unbearably slow.

Before long, the shockwaves from nearby explosions shook the leaning tower, and Farke was knocked unconscious right there in the control room.

When he finally came to, he had no idea how much time had passed. The tower had been reduced to rubble and scattered debris.

Luckily, the control room had been reinforced with an extra defensive array, saving him from being blown to dust.

Even so, pain racked every inch of his body. Not even a full-fledged mage’s willpower could block out that kind of agony.

He forced his eyes open and saw only ruins stretching in every direction, shrouded in gray smoke.

No enemies were in sight, but no allies either.

He knew he had to get out of here!

Gritting his teeth, Farke pushed himself up from the ground.

The resilience of a Rank One mage was pitiful compared to those of higher ranks.

A Rank Two mage would have shrugged off a blast like that with their elemental body.

Scanning the rubble, he finally spotted Master Nimitz.

The old mage was covered in blood, his lips were pale, and he was barely clinging to consciousness.

If not for the faint trace of mental focus Farke could still sense from him, he would have assumed the old man was dead.

He hurried over, dragged Nimitz out from the debris, and began heading south.

If his memory was right, there was a small bunker in that direction that could let two people take cover.

Farke was still young, and this was his first interplanar war. His heart was not hardened enough for this kind of battlefield.

He was already drained, his mana reserves nearly gone, yet he still wanted to help someone else.

That was a common problem among mages raised by divine towers.

If he had been trained by the black mages of Blackhaven, he would have fled without hesitation, maybe even scavenged the corpses on his way out.

As Farke helped Nimitz to his feet, the old mage stirred, mustering one last ounce of his strength.

He took in their surroundings, then rasped weakly, “Leave me. Go.”

Farke ignored the order. To him, the bunker was close enough. They still had a chance to make it.

Master Nimitz sighed weakly. With trembling hands, he slipped off a magic ring and tried to push it into Farke’s palm.

“I’ve never taken an apprentice, nor built a family. Since fate brought us together, take this ring. My time’s nearly up,” he said.

The ring held not only Nimitz’s personal wealth but also his research notes.

By handing it over, he was entrusting Farke with his life’s work.

That was the simple nature of a mage’s legacy.

Farke did not think much of it. He was not the type to covet another mage’s legacy.

Master Nimitz must have sensed that, which was likely why he chose to pass everything on to Farke at the end of his life.

Farke was too drained to say anything, too focused on keeping them both moving. He half-carried the old man toward the bunker when a deep rumble shook the sky above.

The air was thick with gray smoke, obscuring the source of the noise.

But the moment he heard it, Farke froze. It sounded like the low, sweeping flight of federal ships and drones, yet something about the noise was off.

Looking up, he watched as a blast of air scattered the smoke, revealing the silhouettes above.

They were not Gallant Federation warships or drones, but a vast swarm of Mechanical Hornets stretching far into the horizon, flanked by two enormous space fortresses slowly emerging through the haze.

“Master Nimitz... have our reinforcements finally arrived?” Farke’s voice trembled, his vision blurring as sand and smoke stung his eyes.

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Meanwhile, on the planar ring battlefield within Radbow Plane...

Sein, in his demonic lawful form, watched the horizon where the Magus Civilization’s vast war legions began to appear.