Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer-Chapter 413 Re; Clash

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, the war between Humanity and the Abyss raged on. The continuous carpet bombing, utilizing the powerful Magitech Shells, had become a pivotal strategy to weaken the Abyss and its creations. The aircraft carrying the shells soared through the darkened skies, their engines roaring as they fought against the relentless onslaught of the Nightmare Incarnates.

The Abyss, realizing the threat posed by the bombing, unleashed its hordes of Nightmare Incarnates in a desperate attempt to destroy the aircraft. The abominations lunged and clawed at the vessels, their grotesque forms twisting and contorting as they unleashed their fury. But the Grand Commanders, recognizing the importance of their mission, rallied their forces to protect the aircraft at all costs.

A fierce battle unfolded in the air, with agile fighter jets engaging in aerial combat against the Nightmare Incarnates. The sharp crack of gunfire and the thunderous explosions reverberated through the skies, as Human pilots skillfully maneuvered their aircraft, dodging and evading the relentless attacks.

The Grand Commanders, armed with advanced weaponry, led the charge on the ground. They formed a formidable defense perimeter around the aircraft, unleashing a barrage of bullets and energy beams against the encroaching Nightmare Incarnates. The soldiers fought with unwavering determination, their every move calculated and precise.

Amidst the chaos, the air crackled with magical energy as the Magitech Shells were deployed. Each explosion sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, disintegrating the Nightmare Incarnates caught within the blast radius. The destructive force of the shells tore through the abominations, causing them to dissolve into nothingness, their forms crumbling into ash and darkness.

However, the Abyss was not one to be easily defeated. As the bombing continued, it grew weaker, its power diminishing with each successive explosion. The Nightmare Incarnates became more frenzied and desperate, their attacks growing more ferocious in a last-ditch attempt to halt the onslaught.

But the Grand Commanders and their soldiers stood resolute, fighting with unwavering courage and resolve. They unleashed a relentless onslaught of bullets, energy beams, and magical spells, pushing back the Nightmare Incarnates and protecting the precious aircraft carrying the Magitech Shells.

As the battles continued, the once impenetrable darkness of the Abyss began to recede. The relentless carpet bombing and the unwavering resolve of Humanity started to turn the tide, inch by hard-fought inch. The outcome of this war, though still uncertain, still plays out.

As the relentless bombardment of the Abyss continued, the once impenetrable darkness started to recede. The specialized shells crafted by Humanity, infused with powerful Magitech elements, unleashed a devastating assault on the heart of the Abyss. The explosions were like eruptions of white flames, engulfing the darkness in a blaze of purifying light.

The effect on the Abyss was profound. Its influence waned, and its grip on the Primeval Battlefield weakened considerably. The very fabric of its existence trembled under the assault as if its malevolent essence was being torn asunder by the relentless onslaught.

As the Abyss weakened, so too did its creations. The Nightmare Incarnates, once formidable and relentless, were now plagued by a palpable sense of vulnerability. Their twisted forms became distorted and feeble, their movements sluggish and erratic. The source of their power, the Abyss itself, was being consumed by the flames of the Magitech Shells, draining them of their strength.

Humanity, witnessing the profound effect of their siege, felt a surge of hope amidst the darkness. The realization that they could weaken and suppress the Abyss filled their hearts with newfound determination. The tides of war were shifting, and an opportunity for an all-out clash against the weakened Abyss loomed on the horizon.

Within the camp, the Grand Commanders and their strategists gathered to assess the situation. Maps were spread out, and plans were meticulously crafted. The advantage now lay with Humanity, and they aimed to exploit it to the fullest.

The realization that the Nightmare Incarnates were now significantly weakened sparked renewed vigor among the soldiers. They trained harder, honing their skills and refining their strategies. The camps buzzed with anticipation as preparations for the imminent clash were set in motion

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As the Grand Commanders rallied their forces, a sense of determination and purpose permeated the air. The time for a decisive confrontation had arrived, and with the Abyss weakened, they knew this was their opportunity to strike back.

In a calculated move, West Two, with his unwavering resolve, surged forward, leading the charge towards the heart of the Abyss. As he neared the mouth of darkness, he unleashed his Dream Law Domain once again, shrouding the area in a haze of ethereal power. The oppressive influence of the Abyss was met with a powerful suppression, forcing it to recoil in the face of West Two's immense will.ραпdαs `n?ν?| сom

Meanwhile, the army of Humanity, led by the formidable trio of Alice, Blake, and Mary, advanced in synchronized formation. They moved with precision and purpose, their footsteps echoing a resounding determination to reclaim their world from the clutches of the Abyss. Each soldier held their ground, armed with renewed confidence, ready to face the weakened Nightmare Incarnates head-on.

The battlefield came alive with the clash of steel and the crackle of unleashed powers. The Nightmare Incarnates, their strength diminished, still fought with a desperate frenzy. However, they were met with a force that was no longer willing to yield. The soldiers of Humanity fought with unmatched brilliance, exploiting the weaknesses and vulnerabilities of their diminished foes.

Amidst the chaos, West Two stood at the forefront, his Dream Law Domain extending its reach, pushing back the encroaching darkness. His unwavering focus allowed the soldiers to fight with unwavering resolve, their actions guided by his ethereal influence.

As the battle raged on, West Two realized the need to unleash the full power at his disposal to suppress the Abyss. With a resolute determination, he activated the Extreme Yang Illumination Array alongside his Dream Law Domain.

A blinding burst of radiant energy erupted from the array, casting a brilliant golden glow across the battlefield. The essence of Extreme Yang, the primordial light that emerged from Chaos, infused the very fabric of the Abyss. The darkness recoiled in the face of this intense illumination, its tendrils writhing and contorting in agony.

The Extreme Yang Illumination Array had a profound effect on the Abyss. The once unyielding darkness weakened further under the assault of this ancient light. Its oppressive influence waned, its grip on the Nightmare Incarnates loosened, and its ability to regenerate and spawn new abominations diminished.

The radiant energy emanating from the array disrupted the Abyss at its core, sapping its strength and hindering its ability to recover. The Abyss, once a formidable force, was forced to retreat, its very essence flickering and faltering under the onslaught of Extreme Yang.

The combination of West Two's Dream Law Domain and the Extreme Yang Illumination Array created a potent synergy, amplifying the effects of their suppression. The light and the ethereal power worked in harmony, providing Humanity with a crucial advantage in their battle against the encroaching darkness.

As the brilliance of the Extreme Yang Illumination Array continued to wash over the battlefield, the weakened Abyss struggled to maintain its hold. The Nightmare Incarnates, once empowered by their creator, now found themselves struggling against the surging tide of Humanity's assault, their strength and ferocity diminished by the relentless illumination.

The battle raged on, a fierce struggle between the remnants of the Abyss and the undying spirit of Humanity. Every swing of a sword, every blast of magic, carried the weight of their determination to reclaim their world. The soldiers fought with newfound strength, empowered by the belief that victory was within their grasp.

As the clash intensified, the Abyss roared with futile rage. It attempted to regain its lost strength, but West Two's domain held firm, denying it the ability to regain its full power. The weakened Nightmare Incarnates, sensing the waning influence of their creator, faltered under the onslaught of Humanity's relentless assault.

With each passing moment, the Abyss grew weaker, its grip on the battlefield slipping away. The soldiers of Humanity fought with an unyielding tenacity, their resilience a testament to their indomitable spirit. The tide of battle turned decisively in their favor, as the weakened Nightmare Incarnates began to crumble under the weight of their own vulnerability.

Through the combined efforts of the army and West Two's unwavering resolve, the mouth of the Abyss trembled. The once impenetrable darkness flickered and wavered, its essence diminished by the unyielding assault. Victory, though not yet fully grasped, seemed within reach, as the forces of Humanity pushed forward with unwavering determination.

The battle waged on, with each step forward, Humanity reclaimed a fragment of their world from the clutches of the Abyss. The echoes of clashes filled the air, mingling with the resolute cries of soldiers and the suppressed roars of the weakened Nightmare Incarnates.

In the heart of the battlefield, the Grand Commanders served as beacons of hope, their domain a shield against the encroaching darkness. They stood as a testament to the unwavering spirit of Humanity, a guiding light in the midst of chaos, as they fought to reclaim their world from the depths of the Abyss.

And so, with every strike and every act of valor, Humanity advanced, their spirits ablaze with a determination that could not be extinguished. The weakened Abyss trembled before their relentless assault, and victory, though uncertain.