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It was indeed as Sebastian had thought. After witnessing the scene of the Demonized People being slaughtered by the Forest Troll, the personnel of the Astra Militarum were quite aggravated.
"We are a step too slow!" Yamamoto smashed his fist heavily against the table as he said.
"It can't be helped. The other side must have the means to discover our position and has planned accordingly. So, what can we do about it?" Yuuki said comfortingly. "Next time... Just pay more attention!"
"Although they are supernatural, they are also our teammates. Watching them die like this, I..." Yamamoto clenched both fists and said, "What a disaster!"
"Don't worry." Yuuki also narrowed his eyes and said, "The other side launched a sneak attack, but we are still here. The enemy will have to pay dearly for this assault!"
Both of them were angry. Dare to attack their allies right under their noses? Wait for the full wrath of the Astra Militarum.
At this moment, the battle in four directions had reached a deadlock. Although the forest trolls were very powerful in close combat, the Demonized People, Goblin Chiefs, Blastoise, and Maze Puppets were no slouches either. They counterattacked at any cost, causing casualties among the Forest Trolls as well.
"Attack! Hit them! What are you afraid of? Show your courage!" Clifford didn't give up and was still shouting commands loudly, with both eyes red.
The Goblin Chief on the field had just been raided by a Forest Troll, so there was some panic. But gradually, they calmed down. Some of them ran toward the Forest Trolls and crashed into them. Several surrounded a troll and attacked at all costs, it was a life-for-life fight. Elsewhere, the Demonized People, Blastoise, and Maze Puppets also fought desperately against the Forest Trolls. A few fell, but in turn, a Forest Troll also died with them.
"These guys are... crazy!" The young man in white shouted. If this continued, even if his Forest Trolls could take care of these supernatural races, there wouldn't be many left in the end.
Not waiting for the young man in white to warn them, the other members saw the situation and immediately ordered the supernatural races to speed up. They also sent the griffins back to quickly transport reinforcements.
The trembling sound of the ground grew louder and louder, and the large reinforcements in the rear gradually approached. They divided into four directions to support the Forest Trolls in each area. The battle among the four races and the Forest Trolls was intense and difficult to resolve.
The situation was dire. The Demonized People created by Terrell were bloodied. When they saw the Forest Trolls, they attacked with full force, regardless of whether they hurt their allies.
The Forest Trolls suffered significant damage, but the bodies of the Demonized People were the most fragile, and they fell faster. In just a few minutes, the Forest Trolls had cut down about 3,000 Demonized People.
The battle involving the Goblin Chiefs was the most tragic. A Goblin Chief wielded a wolf's tooth stick, pounding shoulders and gnawing with its teeth, fighting fiercely against the Forest Trolls. The fight was brutal, and the cost was extremely high, with nearly 2,000 falling.
In comparison, the more defensive Blastoise and Maze Puppets fared better, but it was still a one-sided defeat, especially for the Maze Puppets, which lacked offensive capabilities and posed little threat to the Forest Trolls.
"Stop! All of you, stop immediately! This is an order from your captain!" Seeing Clifford and the others still refusing to give up, Sebastian ordered them.
"Damn it!" Clifford slammed his fist on the table in frustration, a hint of helplessness and self-reproach flashing across his eyes. If only his race had been a little stronger, it wouldn't be in such a powerless state now. Instead, it could have been a breakthrough point.
The other three were in a similar mood.
"Abandon the battle and withdraw from the race," They finally ordered their units reluctantly.
However, the Demonized People, the Goblin Chief, and other species were red-eyed and did not obey. The Typhoon strafed from above, prompting reactions from both sides of the battle. The four races raised their hands in surrender.
Seeing this, the side of the Immortal Academy also ordered their units to cease their attacks. This was an unwritten rule of the competition: once the opponent surrendered, the attacking side would also stop. But this meant that the four races, Demonized Man, Goblin Chief, Blastoise, and Maze Puppet, had withdrawn from the match.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the four supernatural species gathered their remaining members, walked back to their respective planet passages, and officially left the competition venue.
At this moment, only one team from Hope's Peak Academy remained of the Astra Militarum.
"So tragic," a member of the Immortal Academy couldn't help but exclaim when seeing the dense patch of corpses across the field.
"I've lost almost 4,000 of my Forest Trolls," The young man in white said, shaking his head. "I didn't expect them to be so desperate!"
"It's okay," The captain of the team, a tall young man, reassured him. "You don't need to participate in the next match with your Forest Trolls. After the match, I will request the school to provide the Fountain of Life."
"The Fountain of Life?" The white-clad young man's eyes lit up instantly.
This was a good thing, a product from the High Elves that could produce supernatural species more quickly and increase their efficiency. With the Fountain of Life, the Forest Trolls he lost could be replenished swiftly!
The captain, a tall young man, glanced at the others and said, "Now, it's the final step of the plan: besieging Sebastian's musketeers and pilots. We will handle the musketeers on the ground, and Alyssa, you will deal with the pilots in the sky. Remember to proceed carefully; you've just seen the situation, and the other side will not surrender easily. This could turn into a struggle, and we must avoid excessive losses."
Under the unified command of the tall young man, the army of supernatural races on the ground gathered and advanced from all sides toward the Astra Militarum. In terms of numbers, the supernatural races of the Immortal Academy totaled nearly 100,000, comparable to the Astra Militarum, but their combat power was much stronger.
The Astra Militarum couldn't afford to be careless. Because the enemy possessed long-range attacks, the Typhoon remained in place, maintaining a tight defensive line. They quietly waited for the enemy to attack.
Inside the battle room, Clifford and the others who had forfeited sat on their chairs, unwillingly blaming themselves as they watched Sebastian continue alone. One person facing five opponents, while also dealing with five Great Mythical Level talent races, such a scenario was daunting.
Prokopy and the others were silent. They wanted Sebastian to admit defeat, but after witnessing the Demonized People's resistance and the desperate fight of the Goblin Chief, they abandoned that idea. Although this was only a game, sometimes it was more than just a competition.
"You can admit defeat," A teacher from another school next to him said, shaking his head. "There's no point in holding on any longer. Having taken out so many Forest Trolls already, you should be proud!"
"Yes, what more can we expect?" Another teacher agreed. "There's little point besides incurring more casualties."
"Originally, we fought normally and might have had a slight chance, but I didn't expect..." A teacher said, "Immortal Academy went all out and didn't give Hope's Peak a chance. As soon as they appeared, they took the initiative to raid Hope's Peak's side and eliminate Sebastian's teammates first. They see that only Sebastian has fighting power on Hope's Peak's side, so they prioritize removing the others before focusing on Sebastian!"
"The Immortal Academy isn't careless," Another teacher laughed. "This is their third consecutive championship. Few schools in history have achieved such a streak. It's understandable they're so cautious. I doubt Sebastian will resist much longer before he admits defeat!"
Many people discussed quietly, feeling there was little hope for Hope's Peak. After all, the strength gap was too vast. Going this far was beyond expectations. It was already very good.
"Hahaha!" At Leonard's villa, the crowd laughed heartily.
Seeing Hope's Peak eliminate opponent after opponent and advance into the top 16, top 8, top 4, and into the final, their expressions were as if their own children had failed, they looked miserable.
This was human nature. Not necessarily out of spite, but no one was pleased to see their neighbor's children surpass them or earn more.
Initially, the mood in the villa was tense and somber. But when Clifford, Terrell, and others who built the race were forced to withdraw, the atmosphere lightened again.
"This is probably the most suspenseful final in history. Just ten minutes in, and there's no suspense left," A teacher chuckled.
"It sure is," Neville agreed. "There was no real suspense before the match started, but no one expected Sebastian and his team to fall so quickly. Immortal Academy didn't even need to push; they relied on Forest Trolls, Clifford, and others, and they couldn't hold out."
"It's understandable," Glen said with a gentle smile. "The talent gap is too large. The combined strength of the Hope's Peak team isn't enough against a Great Mythical Level opponent."
"By the way," Neville suddenly remembered something and looked at Yeattine. "If we hadn't withdrawn, could we beat Shining Light University instead of Jane and Clifford?"
"Shining Light University might be doable," Yeattine replied after a moment. "But against Immortal Academy, we wouldn't stand a chance. They have five Great Mythical Levels and a solid lineup. Their strength surpasses ours by at least one level."
"Hey, look at this," Glen pointed to the projection, "Sebastian's pilot is so scared he doesn't dare to move."
"Oh? I wonder what he's still holding onto," Neville said with a soft laugh. "Does he still think he can fight all five by himself?"
Inside the void of Hope's Peak Academy, the elders remained silent.
"Is there still a chance?" An old man asked.
"It's impossible," The gray-clothed old man replied. "They're not prepared enough. I didn't expect Immortal Academy to launch a surprise attack."
"Even if we prevent this move, the gap in strength is too great. At best, it delays the inevitable," another old man said.
"It's a pity," The old man in black expressed with some emotion. "If only our school's lineup were strongerperhaps this year, with Sebastian, we could have come closest to winning the championship."
Everyone was silent. Hope's Peak lacked attractiveness; it was difficult to recruit top students. Yeattine, being such a gifted genius, was only recruited through special connections.
The champion of the exchange competition was within reach, but hope was fading. They silently watched the final moments on the projection, cherishing the last few minutes.
On the screen, the supernatural team from the Immortal College split into several smaller groups, encircling the Astra Militarum from all sides.
"The firepower of the musketeers Sebastian built is formidable, with excellent long-range capabilities," The captain, a tall young man, explained. "So, as long as we don't cross this boundary, there's no danger. The pilots have even greater firepower, with two main attack types: large projectiles and smaller ones. Large projectiles are more destructive but less threatening, while the smaller, piercing projectiles can go through supernatural bodies, something our supernatural species cannot reliably stop."
In response to Sebastian's creation of a new race, the Immortal College took it very seriously. They studied the musketeers and pilots' characteristics extensively.
"But the output from the pilots is inconsistent," The captain continued. "They can't target specific units and rely on area strikes. As you saw, if we're in battle, the pilot can do little but watch. But there's no point dwelling on that. If we can break through the defensive line and get close enough to the musketeers, we'll have the advantage. So, let's go all out, try not to cause excessive damage, and force Sebastian to admit defeat!"
Meanwhile, Yuuki and Yamamoto from the Astra Militarum quickly made various arrangements. The four supernatural teammates were out, somewhat unexpectedly. But the Astra Militarum had a tradition of preparing for the worst.
Several pre-plans were in place. Once there were no more Maze Puppets, they still had the Tank. They positioned it in a circle and added another 3,000 units of machine guns along the outer edge.
However, the Astra Militarum had more than just machine guns, there were also many tanks and artillery guns.