During this charge, the Swarm on both sides immediately filled the gaps left by the waves of artillery and magic bombardment, attempting to kill the people before them.
The Tier 7 experts among them erupted with power one after another, rushing to the flanks to engage in a life-and-death struggle with the locusts and zerglings.
Hundreds of hydralisks fired their spines, launching a bombardment at the targets.
However, these attacks were all shattered by the Tier 7 experts in the group.
Every person carried magic scrolls.
In truth, magic scrolls were extremely rare items in this world.
Generally speaking, only magic of Tier 7 or higher could be crafted into scrolls, and the Dawn Empire monopolized most of the technology.
On the Kingdom's side, although they could actually produce them, the cost was high, and even the royal family did not possess many.
For this surprise attack, the Kingdom could be said to have gone all out.
Xia Jin sat cross-legged on the back of a roach, watching the scenes of them getting closer and closer, momentarily unsure of what to say.
Countless artillery shells struck the surroundings, blasting light into the sky as large numbers of locusts and zerglings were blown to pieces.
For every hundred meters they ran, one or two Tier 7 experts would break off from the team, using their own strength to block the Zerg reinforcements from the sides.
Banelings came rolling in, slamming into their magic shields.
Scroll after scroll shattered.
The hearts of every warrior were bleeding.
Especially the Tier 9 expert leading the charge; he only now realized that these creatures before him were far more formidable than he had imagined.
“Aside from those Tier 2 little bugs, the rest are all Tier 6 or higher.”
Tier 6—what did that even mean?
With the Kingdom's population of ten million, how many Tier 6s could possibly be born?
That was definitely not the Princess; she had been corrupted by monsters. She was a fallen puppet.
With such thoughts, the leading warrior had already fought his way to Xia Jin's front.
Buzz—
A wave of light spanning over three hundred meters swept out, and more than two hundred Zerg in the vicinity were instantly crushed into two by the shockwave.
Everything within a hundred meters was cleared out.
Beyond a hundred meters, the further the distance, the lighter the damage, but the power erupted by the Tier 9 expert still made Xia Jin feel a sense of dread.
But...
Her projection had also been adjusted to Tier 9.
Boom—
The wave of light slashed toward her body.
At the same time, twenty Tier 8 experts and the dozens of Tier 7 experts who had rushed to the front erupted with their full strength simultaneously, launching an attack at Xia Jin.
The violent energy slammed into a translucent protective barrier.
Bang!
The protective barrier shattered, but a second one condensed instantly.
When the devastating force broke through the multiple layers of defense formed by the Swarm's collective mental energy, it finally stopped right in front of Xia Jin.
The sharp blade in the Tier 9 warrior's hand stopped one meter away from her.
The weapon trembled in mid-air, and terrifying vibrations radiated from the point of collision.
Overlord’s Shield!
This shield, constructed by the Swarm's mental links, almost perfectly blocked the combined strike of these many experts.
The warrior's expression was one of disbelief.
Not far before him was that soul-stirringly beautiful, seemingly extremely fragile silver-haired girl.
This tiny distance seemed to turn into eternity.
The next second...
The mental shield suddenly contracted.
In an instant, the minds of countless Zerg on the battlefield were linked once again, their energy suddenly drawn into Xia Jin's mind.
This terrifying mental force immediately transformed into an unrivaled aura, rushing toward the entire battlefield with unimaginable pressure.
The people standing on the city walls in the distance suddenly felt an indescribable pressure.
The girl sitting on the roach suddenly seemed like a deity, making people feel an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.
Many civilians and weak warriors in the city were crushed by the pressure, nearly kneeling to the ground.
After maintaining this state for less than a second, this concentrated mental energy was suddenly compressed, transforming into extremely powerful psionic power, which instantly converged and was released toward the hundred or so people in front of her.
Clang!
The weapons of everyone present emitted an extremely ear-piercing hum.
The sword in the Tier 9 warrior's hand actually let out a resonant roar like that of a tiger or dragon.
A visible shockwave erupted from the girl as the core, suddenly exploding outward and slamming forward with an unrivaled momentum.
Psionic Blast!
Boom—
The bodies of the hundred-plus people were instantly blown away by the impact.
They were like leaves in a gale, torn apart in the extreme psionic storm.
The Tier 9 warrior's head buzzed, and the moment he regained his senses, he realized he was already lying on the ground.
Pain radiated from his entire body. As his vision drifted into the distance, he saw that the distance between him and the girl had widened to two hundred meters again.
A long trench had been blasted into the ground between them.
The warriors beside him, whether Tier 8 or Tier 7, none had survived.
He stared blankly at the sky, and after more than ten seconds, he scrambled to his feet, staggering.
He was dripping with blood, and his mind was almost empty.
He could no longer release even a sliver of power.
If not for the protection of his scrolls, he would likely have been a corpse by now.
Xia Jin just stood there, quietly looking at him.
Her silver-white hair was exactly the same as the girl in his memories.
The girl who used to be so shy she could barely speak had now, on this battlefield, transformed into a true deity.
“Everything has changed.”
He slowly closed his eyes.
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