Caesar saw the situation was unfavorable and quickly drew his sword, roaring:
"Mages, chant the Divine Words, sections one to three, within five hundred meters ahead, unleash the barrage of Cursed Bullets!"
On the low hills, a group of mages accompanying the army chanted the name of the Chief God loudly, cooperating with the priests, sacrificing magic power, and casting a large-scale ritual curse.
"Great God of All Gods, Father of All, Bax (God of Wine), flames are your true form, lightning is your roar! Divine Power, arise! The enemy shall be obliterated!"
Rumble rumble rumble...
The sky was filled with dark clouds, and a fierce wind blew. Forked, densely extended thunderbolts tore through the clouds, with hundreds of dazzling blue-white light arcs striking all around.
In the blink of an eye, Persian war elephants and many Persian spellcasters were pierced by the thunderbolts.
They didn't even have time to scream before they turned into flying ash together.
