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Chapter 259 : Surprise Attack, Hiding in Plain Sight · Oct 16, 2026

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251 Chapter 251 : The Lighthouse of the World, War Mobilization 2026-10-16
252 Chapter 252 : Restless Capital. ”Sir, I Know a Shortcut~” 2026-10-16
253 Chapter 253 : Hedgehog Position, Type Zero 2026-10-16
254 Chapter 254 : Don’t Get Angry—You Don’t Have Any Real Skills Anyway 2026-10-16
255 Chapter 255 : From the Richest to the Poorest—All It Takes Is One War 2026-10-16
256 Chapter 256 : The Final Gamble on National Fate 2026-10-16
257 Chapter 257 : Numbers! Numbers! And Still More Numbers! 2026-10-16
258 Chapter 258 : Decapitation Strike? 2026-10-16
259 Chapter 259 : Surprise Attack, Hiding in Plain Sight 2026-10-16
260 Chapter 260 : The Battle of Luke 2026-10-16
261 Chapter 261 : Vanguard-class Fighter 2026-10-16
262 Chapter 262 : Lightning Storm 2026-10-16
263 Chapter 263 : Wooden Fighter Aircraft? 2026-10-16
264 Chapter 264 : Empress-class Aircraft Carrier 2026-10-16
265 Chapter 265 : The Final Madness 2026-10-16
266 Chapter 266 : A Method to Torture the Evil Demons 2026-10-16
267 Chapter 267 : Western Spirit Domain 2026-10-16
268 Chapter 268 : Great Lotus Temple 2026-10-16
269 Chapter 269 : Deception 2026-10-16
270 Chapter 270 : The Fanatical, Inverted Order 2026-10-16
271 Chapter 266 : Birthday Festival Offensive 2026-10-16
272 Chapter 267 : Mom, Save Me 2026-10-16
273 Chapter 268 : The Seed of Hatred Had Grown 2026-10-16
274 Chapter 269 : When Disaster Strikes, Everyone Flies Their Own Way~ 2026-10-16
275 Chapter 270 : I Don’t Care, I Just Want Bigger Breasts 2026-10-16
276 Chapter 271 : Women Are Better Off Bigger 2026-10-16
277 Chapter 272 : Mechanized Armored Formations 2026-10-16
278 Chapter 273 : Armored Breakthrough Tactics 2026-10-16
279 Chapter 274 : Operation Storm Assault 2026-10-16
280 Chapter 275 : Magic Tower 2026-10-16
281 Chapter 276 : Mobile Warfare 2026-10-16
282 Chapter 277 : The People of Suria Strike Back 2026-10-16
283 Chapter 278 : SB-1 Challenger Coaxial Contra-Rotating High-Speed Helicopter 2026-10-16
284 Chapter 279 : Beyond Seven Steps, the Gun Is Faster 2026-10-16
285 Chapter 280 : Mobile Penetration, Firepower Saturation 2026-10-16
286 Chapter 281 : Farewell, Comrade 2026-10-16
287 Chapter 282 : They’re All Great Powers 2026-10-16
288 Chapter 283 : There Isn’t Much Time Left for the Allied Nations~ 2026-10-16
289 Chapter 284 : Terrorist Attack 2026-10-16
290 Chapter 285 : It Is Only Proper to Return the Favor 2026-10-16
291 Chapter 286 : Mission Accomplished 2026-10-16
292 Chapter 287 : Blown Down Like Stars Falling as Rain 2026-10-16
293 Chapter 288 : Drown Them in the Toilet 2026-10-16
294 Chapter 289 : Everybody Raise Your Hands 2026-10-16
295 Chapter 290 : Red Mist 2026-10-16
296 Chapter 291 : Forging the Underworld 2026-10-16
297 Chapter 292 : River of Karma and Consequence 2026-10-16
298 Chapter 293 : A Conversation with Heaven 2026-10-16
299 Chapter 294 : I Want to Become the Main System 2026-10-16
300 Chapter 295 : Still as Useless as Before 2026-10-16

Ashadron could not imagine what it would feel like to command an army numbering in the tens of millions.

But he knew without even thinking that it would be a complete disaster.

Therefore, the Central Army Group accompanying him on this campaign consisted entirely of the elite legions that each nation had kept in reserve as its trump cards.

Each legion typically numbered between five thousand and twenty thousand soldiers, with a combined strength of roughly three hundred thousand troops.

They served as the vanguard of the Central Army.

Far behind Ashadron marched another million troops composed of regular border armies gathered from every nation, along with logistics corps equipped with enormous numbers of pack beasts.

The logistics forces slightly outnumbered the regular troops, bringing the total strength of the Central Army to approximately three million personnel.

The other two frontier armies were somewhat smaller.

Each numbered fewer than two million men, with around eight hundred thousand regular soldiers.

Combined, they fielded nearly three million regular troops alongside a similarly sized logistics force.

A military force of this magnitude...

So long as it didn’t encounter multiple Half-Gods fighting together...

could easily sweep across half a continent.

”Woooo...”

”Hm?”

”What’s that sound?”

Ashadron looked up toward the distant horizon in confusion.

The midday sun shone brilliantly, and the blinding light made it extremely uncomfortable even with his long-range vision spell activated.

More and more soldiers raised their heads toward the sky.

Hundreds of black dots, each trailing white smoke, gradually became visible.

”It’s an attack!!!”

”Raise the Magic Shields! Hurry!!!”

Amid the long blasts of war horns, every legion activated its own defensive Magic Shield.

Large numbers of magicians also took to the air from every corner of the army, joining their power together to create a massive barrier of light directly in front of the incoming barrage.

Floating Magic Towers and Flying Fortresses likewise projected protective shields over the surrounding forces.

Multicolored magical radiance bloomed throughout the enormous army.

By the time they had reacted with astonishing speed and completed their defensive preparations...

The black dots had already dived to extremely close range.

Soldiers on the ground could clearly distinguish the long launch tubes and the flames blazing from their tails.

Just as everyone stood ready...

An even louder series of explosions echoed from the distant horizon.

The thunderous roar far surpassed the previous sounds.

Like volleys of arrows launched by ancient archers,

Behind the smoke trails left by the first several hundred rockets, an even larger wave of projectiles screamed toward them at incredible speed.

The first barrage exploded against the shields.

Yet the explosions were surprisingly weak.

In fact...

They barely damaged the defensive barriers at all.

Because none of those rockets contained conventional explosives.

Instead...

They were filled with Elemental Suppression Dust.

When the fuse detonated, the casing burst apart.

The explosion’s airflow was redirected through specially designed reverse-flow channels inside the warhead, blasting the contents forward.

Hundreds of rockets simultaneously dispersed enormous clouds of crystalline suppression powder across the brilliantly glowing shield formations.

Magic Shields constructed entirely from mana resembled a grassy field set ablaze.

Before the horrified eyes of everyone below,

Every portion of the shields touched by the powder rapidly dissolved away.

And then...

The second wave arrived.

Large numbers of rockets burst open in midair.

Streams of napalm poured downward like torrential rain upon the densely packed military formations below.

Instantly, the battlefield resembled a panicked flock of chickens.

Countless magical beasts, their fur engulfed in flames, went mad with agony, charging wildly through the army’s own formations.

One Cyclops standing eight or nine meters tall became completely drenched in burning napalm.

Driven beyond reason by unbearable pain and overwhelming terror of death,

The dim-witted giant—normally too stupid to even understand Beast Speech properly—

actually managed to bellow several words of the Continental Common Language while desperately crying for help.

No matter how elite a soldier might be, no one could withstand the agony of flesh being burned alive by the highly toxic napalm.

Especially the horrifying sensation of the flames slowly burning through skin...

Then muscle...

Until reaching the bone.

The victims themselves were naturally driven insane by pain that penetrated their very marrow.

But for those fortunate enough not to be struck by the burning fuel,

The scene unfolding before them became a vision of hell they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Elite soldiers?

Forget elite soldiers.

Even a Saint-level powerhouse who failed to shake off the burning substance with magic would scream in agony if even a little adhered to their body.

The only difference was that ordinary people ended up roasted until they were well done,

Whereas Saint-level powerhouses merely ended up medium or medium-rare.

The pain...

remained exactly the same.

”Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Six-tube disposable rocket launchers coated in magical camouflage paint—

The Smokespewer—

furiously emptied every rocket within their launch tubes toward the sky.

Surrounding them,

Another three hundred launchers fired in carefully timed remote-controlled salvos,

Launching every rocket in the shortest time possible.

An overwhelming rain of napalm rockets blanketed the entire region occupied by the Allied vanguard.

Several Saint-level powerhouses maintained small protective barriers around themselves,

Their expressions dark as they stared at the inferno unfolding before them.

The crimson flames burned even brighter than the midday sun.

Columns of black smoke rising into the sky remained visible from several kilometers away.

Traditional methods of extinguishing fire with water proved completely useless.

Freezing the flames accomplished nothing either.

Moreover, because Elemental Suppression Dust still permeated the surrounding area,

The mana consumed maintaining their protective shields received almost no natural replenishment from the environment.

Left with no alternative, they could only endure the mounting consumption while gradually shrinking the size of their protective barriers.

As for the countless soldiers left outside...

All they could do was silently apologize in their hearts.

Wearing hearing protection,

Alliance soldiers boarded the waiting transport airships immediately after the final wave of Smokespewer launchers completed their mission.

Once airborne, they pressed the remote detonation switches.

The three rocket launcher positions instantly erupted into massive explosions,

Completely obliterating every trace of their existence.

This...

was Mitia’s first grand gift to the Allied army.

Even if they were beaten to death, the Allied Nations would never have imagined that deep within the heartland of the Kingdom of Ixia—

territory entirely under Allied control—

the Seris Alliance had secretly constructed a heavy fire support position composed of three hundred multiple rocket launchers.

Yet...

They had truly pulled it off.

Three hundred Smokespewer rocket launchers—far from being small weapons—

had been transported into position, fully assembled, loaded, and successfully fired, without anyone discovering them.

Even though the royal capital lay only a few hundred kilometers away.

This was the classic tactic of hiding in plain sight.

The most dangerous place...

was often the safest.

It wasn’t as though the Allied commanders had never considered the possibility of an ambush.

The several Saint-level powerhouses accompanying the army existed precisely for that purpose.

But no one had imagined that the Alliance would strike with such ruthless decisiveness.

During the early wars fought by Tsar Roshek, the Alliance had once supplied a similar weapon as military aid.

After proving that it possessed genuine battlefield value, the weapon had simply been placed into storage.

Although it had achieved respectable results back then the truly decisive force had been the Mechanical Corps soldiers charging forward afterward while carrying the ”Big Pineapple.”

Moreover, the officers had naturally exaggerated their own achievements in the official reports.

As a result,

This weapon—which had flashed briefly across history like a shooting star—

failed to attract the Tsar’s attention.

After all, The Tsar had purchased enormous quantities of Alliance weaponry at the time.

The Alliance had also thrown in countless strange experimental weapons as complimentary additions.

The Tsar himself had probably forgotten this weapon even existed.

Although this wasn’t technically its first appearance on a battlefield...

It would undoubtedly become the moment that first made its name famous across the continent.

When the Magic Shields and magical abilities upon which magicians relied for survival could be neutralized...

How much combat power remained to magicians...

apart from magic itself?

It was a question that countless people now desperately wanted answered.

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