Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

The orderly Spirit Soldiers Corps surged toward the goblins like a tidal wave. Unlike the formations adapted by the Werewolf Samurai, the formation used by the Spirit Soldiers Corps was entirely native to the Immortal Country Formation.

Their strength was completely suited to this formation.

The Spirit General swung his long spear, and the massive corps silently transformed into a spearhead. On both sides, other Spirit Soldiers Corps coordinated seamlessly to form the blades of the spearhead.

Seeing such a coordinated operation, the goblin commander made a decisive decision.

"Retreat, communicator, report up. Tell them we've encountered civilization-level enemies and must quickly reinforce! Hurry!"

With that, the goblin commander tossed the wooden scepter, symbolizing command authority, to his deputy.

"You take over command next; I have to go to the front line to intercept."

The goblin commander spoke firmly, knowing full well that this likely meant he wouldn't return. But as commander, it's his duty.

He is the legion commander of this corps, the highest commander and the strongest. At this moment, he must stand to stabilize the army's morale.

Although the goblin army is elite, these Divine Grace Goblins have not experienced that brutal Abyss War. They don't know how terrifying and cruel war can be.

The deputy, being a veteran of the Abyss War himself, didn't waste any words and simply offered a church ritual after receiving the scepter from the commander.

"May the Sage protect you."

The goblin legion commander took the cultivation and alchemy weapons from the service soldier, then tossed the alchemy weapon aside, ripping off the flesh facade on his left arm.

Being a veteran of the Abyss War, his modifications were those performed by the miracle monks, and his left arm had long been replaced with a prosthetic limb.

"That thing is no match for the prosthetic; give me the magazine."

He inserted the magazine into the prosthetic interface and connected the flesh cultivation to his body. He wielded an old-fashioned flesh chainsaw sword, which besides the cutting function of a chainsaw sword, had the added benefit of enhancing strength.

During the Abyss War, this item was a rare find. Alas, it has long since been replaced by the Single-edged Alchemy Chainsaw Sword.

"Old friend, back to the battlefield again."

The goblin legion commander gently stroked the blade of the chainsaw sword. Immediately, the piercing roar resounded, as if in response to its master.

With his right hand holding the chainsaw sword, the goblin legion commander looked at the Spirit Soldiers Corps without any trace of fear or timidity.

"I said, I must die on the battlefield."

With that, he began charging towards the Spirit Soldiers Corps.

"Don't panic, hold the line! The Sage is with us!"

"Praise the Sage, praise the Sun!"

...

Command Tower, Command Room.

The goblin commanders stared at the sand table on the desk in silence. Suddenly, a Divine Grace Goblin burst through the door of the command room, shouting loudly to the goblin commanders:

"The engagement report has arrived!"

Saying this, he handed the seemingly blood-scented report to the nearest commander.

The commander snatched the report, quickly scanning through it, and then, with a grim expression, passed the report to others.

The report indicated that the first line of defense in the Eleventh Defense Zone had been completely breached. The thirtieth legion responsible for guarding the first line suffered heavy losses, with the legion commander killed and the deputy commander severely injured, and over five thousand troops lost, over half dying during the retreat.

Moreover, the report showed that the second line of defense was also in critical condition. The Daoist army's Spirit Soldiers Corps pierced through their meticulously arranged defense like a blade.

"Brothers, this scene feels familiar," an old goblin suddenly remarked.

"Isn't this just like the Burerr Battle?"

The Burerr Battle, one of the most famous battles during the Abyss War. After this battle ended, the goblins shifted to a state of full defense.

In the Burerr Battle, the Abyss Demon Army pierced through their defenses like cutting butter, even faster than the Spirit Soldiers Corps!

"Are you suggesting Quagmire strategy?"

A goblin commander caught the implication.

After the Burerr Battle, the goblins replayed this battle countless times to prevent a recurrence. Among them, the Quagmire strategy was deemed most effective.

The Quagmire strategy, simply put, was relying on a massive force to slow the spearhead with simple lines of defense and using large reserves for flank harassment, thus causing the enemy to feel stuck in a swamp-like delay.

But to employ the Quagmire strategy, one needs a prerequisite: enough numbers to form a quagmire.

"Don't bring out the Quagmire strategy now."

A calm voice instantly halted all actions in the command room. Richard, clad in a black robe, walked past the goblins to the front of the sand table.

"This time, the enemies have surpassed expectations, and relying solely on you won't resolve it. The Quagmire strategy is typical of weak tactics but doesn't apply here. You're facing a group of summoned beings, devoid of sorrow, fear, or fatigue.

They only march forward to execute the summoner's commands.

And the best way to deal with them is total annihilation."

Saying this, Richard took out a Crystal Stone Communicator, adjusting the channel to correspond with the support position's command room.

"All support cannons, get on the vehicle immediately and head to the Eleventh Defense Zone."

He then connected the channel to the command room of the eleventh war zone.

"Have the support artillery of the eleventh defense zone conduct saturation fire on the target. Do not spare the spell components and Magic Stones; the bombardment must not stop for a moment!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the Crystal Stone Communicator, seeming to be shocked that it was Richard giving the command. But soon, there was a firm response from the communicator.

"Yes, my lord!"

Richard waved his hand, signaling for everyone in the command room to come over.

"Actually, I don't have much war experience either; in some aspects, I might not be better than you. But in this level of battle, your experience is still slightly inferior to mine.

When slowing down an army whose individual quality is significantly stronger than ours, witchcraft and shells are more useful than people."

In the eleventh defense zone, the support artillery position that received the command began saturation fire on the Spirit Soldier army. Fire rain departed from the position, tracing an elegant parabola in the air, landing on the tip of the Spirit Soldier army.

Boom...

A massive amount of fireballs exploded almost simultaneously, and the enormous impact momentarily slowed even the elite Spirit Soldier army. Subsequently, the concentration of the Fire Elements within the unit space began to rise rapidly, causing the air to distort.

Boom!

Another round of bombardment.

This time, the twisted air began to "flow," and orange-red Burning Wind began to appear.

Boom!

The fire rain fell again, and this time, the orange-red Burning Wind vanished. The unit space's Fire Element had already exceeded the critical value, and a massive Fire Element Storm resonated, enough to encompass the entire Spirit Soldier army.

Fourth round, fifth round, sixth round...

The Alchemy Cannons at the support artillery position kept experiencing barrel explosions and melting, but the accompanying Mechanics were quickly repairing them at an astonishing speed. These individuals were all goblins transformed through mechanic modifications and were also proficient in goblin alchemy.

They could repair a melted support cannon in just a few minutes.

However, despite this, the number of functional cannons at the support artillery position continued to diminish.

In the communicator, the defense zone commander was nearly yelling for them to maintain the fire. The Fire Element Storm had already stalled the Spirit Soldier army's advance, and every second they delayed would further fortify the rear defense line.

The pressure felt like a mountain weighing on each mechanic.

"Hurry! Another one exploded here!"

The call of his teammates caused the mechanic to feel a splitting headache.

In just two hours of bombardment, he had already repaired dozens of cannons, which was a significant test for his spiritual power.

Hurriedly, he installed the Magic Conduction Components into the Alchemy Cannon, not noticing that he hadn't completed the clearance of his components.

After he left, the artilleryman hastily approached the cannon and immediately adjusted the angle for firing. The orange-red fireballs flew continuously from the cannon's mouth, yet there was no sign of a barrel explosion.

It was as if reality had been deceived by some mysterious power, allowing the damaged Magic Conduction Components to function properly.

The bombardment was gradually weakening, and the massive Fire Element Storm began to thin out.

The once enormous support artillery position was covered in shattered metal and green blood, with only a few remaining cannons still firing.

The stronger mechanics were still attempting to repair the cannons, while the weaker ones had already fainted from the intensive repairs.

Goblins don't have Meditation Methods, and their spiritual power is far inferior to Wizards.

The support artillery position's commander took the Crystal Stone Communicator, heavily reporting the situation of the position upward. The other side was silent for a moment before saying:

"You've worked hard, but your mission isn't over yet."

As he spoke, the iron rails at the support artillery position suddenly began to tremble.

Rumble...

A train sound came from behind the position, and goblins responsible for logistics rushed forward to see what supplies had arrived. But as soon as the carriage opened, artillerymen with Alchemy Cannons dashed out of the carriage, fully prepared.

"The supreme commander orders all defense zone support artillery to assist the eleventh defense zone."

"My brothers, your reinforcements have arrived!"

...

"My lord, the first batch of reinforcements has arrived."

An old goblin hung up the communicator and respectfully addressed Richard.

"Hmm, let them relax a bit. The most tense moment has already passed."

Richard looked at the frontline intelligence in his hand. Although his words seemed relaxed, his tone remained serious.

"My lord, what have you observed?" a goblin cautiously asked.

"Prepare, the Fire Element Storm won't hold them for much longer. Have the frontline army ready their Annihilation Weapons; once these puppets leave the region of the Fire Element Storm, unleash saturation attacks on them.

Remember, do not spare the bullets.

Also, have the air force circle back for an encirclement. That Daoist legion must be dealt with."