Multifaceted Mage in Reconstructed World! [LitRPG / Isekai]

On the smoke-filled battlefield, the figure of a warrior staggers yet stands firm. His armor is battered and stained with blood, each breath he takes is accompanied by sharp pain, but his eyes blaze with an unyielding fire. Despite his injuries, he still supports his body, struggling step by step through the ruins of war, limping forward.

The warrior finally reaches a silver-haired man with disheveled hair and a worried expression, his robe wrinkled. He kneels on one knee and reports in a voice barely audible, mixed with panting, “Lord Oliver, our logistics transport team... was ambushed. The enemy’s magic and arrow barrage were too fierce, they... couldn’t hold on. Our supply line... is cut.” Each word seems to be squeezed out between his teeth, revealing his deep sorrow and reluctance.

Oliver’s face turns grave as he clenches the staff in his hand. He looks into the distance, his gaze piercing through the chaos of the battlefield, a flicker of despair crossing his mind. After a moment, he sighs, “Understood. You’ve worked hard, warrior. We will find a solution, your sacrifices shall not be in vain.” As he speaks, he extends his hand in a ceremonial gesture, gently touching the warrior’s shoulder, attempting to comfort him, but Oliver knows they are already in a desperate situation!

The demon race general, Tayluslo, approaches Oliver. Looking at the worried and indecisive Oliver, he shouts, “Oliver, why don’t you lead the human mages to retreat first? Pull back to the ‘MistVeil Mountains’ line, our demon warriors will cover for you!”

Hearing Tayluslo’s words, Oliver snorts coldly, “’Retreat’is not in my dictionary!”

Then Oliver, channeling his magic power, shouts towards the frontline, “Mages, I am your leader, ‘Oliver’! Our supply line is broken, we have no magic potions or spell scrolls now, but we cannot retreat! We fight to protect! Behind us are our homes, families, and friends. The longer we hold here, the more time they have to set up their defense line! Put down your staves, pick up the swords and clubs, and show those invaders from another world that we mages, without magic, can still hold our ground on the battlefield!”

Tayluslo looks at the spirited Oliver and does not dissuade him, as they have fought side by side for a long time and he understands Oliver’s character; they will all die here anyway.

“Hehehe, Oliver, here we come! This is the last batch of magic potions from our position, I’ve brought them for you! You mages, who treat forbidden spells like small fireballs, use them sparingly!” Seven or eight goblins rush from behind the lines towards the battlefield. In this battle, it is the goblins who constantly scurry about, busily managing resources, and playing an irreplaceable role on the battlefield.

……

At this moment, with the continuous roar on the battlefield ahead, the battle is very intense.

“Damn it! Forward, bombardment squad! Blow them to hell!”

“Beasts will never be slaves! Charge them!” The beast warriors roared at the front lines, swinging their weapons and charging ferociously towards the enemy.

“Who says dwarves cannot fight? We are not just smiths forging weapons; we are brave warriors too!” The dwarves, fueled by an unyielding spirit of battle, charge forward with their massive, sturdy hammers in hand.

“Tsk! Are all you warriors nothing but brutes? Can’t you think like us? Fighting is not just about courage; it’s also a contest of wits,” The assassins, observing the fearless warriors, murmur to themselves, then their figures transform into ghostly silhouettes as they dart towards the enemies, blades poised to strike!

“Heh! You elves are all show and no substance, what good is looking pretty? Too weak, it’s us demon folk who get things done!”

“Why do those insignificant creatures always bicker over such trivial matters? We dragons always conduct ourselves with grace.” On the battlefield, the dragon unleashes several bursts of searing flame, annihilating the foes before it with effortless elegance.

“The giant dragons, you’re right! Those races, especially those hideous angels, unlike us, the noble and elegant devils, cannot maintain composure even on the battlefield!”

“Hmph! Hypocritical devils, if not for fending off external foes and safeguarding our shared world, why would we design to ally with you foul-mouthed... Damn it! Those enemies are charging again! Forward, hold here!!”

The above is the story that happened in an inconspicuous corner of this vast battlefield.

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Five years ago, an unexpected cataclysm swept across the entire ‘Mundus Magnus’ world.

That day, a crack tore through the sky like a shattered mirror; enemies from another world flooded in like a deluge, first overtaking the forests at the edges and then penetrating deeper into the territories of various races. Within just a few days, nearly one-tenth of the world had fallen.

Initially, only the remote territories of small forces were captured, and the world’s mightiest did not take it seriously. However, as the enemy’s presence began appearing in every corner of the world, the situation became critically severe. Only then did the forces of the world begin to deploy their regular armies to encircle and suppress the invaders.

For a while, the two forces were evenly matched, but soon, the enemy demonstrated their strategies and strength, and bad news kept pouring in.

The armies sent by the forces were repeatedly defeated, and the enemy, seemingly invigorated, relentlessly pursued the nearest groups, initiating brutal massacres.

The whole Mundus Magnus world’s war against enemies is gradually beginning, entering a new era!

these forces realized the gravity of the situation and temporarily set aside their animosities to construct the first line of defense in the sparsely populated northern regions of ‘Silent Frostlands’.

Of course, the proud Dragons, Angels, Deities, and the usually non-interventionist Devils did not participate immediately, choosing instead to observe from afar.

Especially the deity race, recognized as the strongest on the world, though few, each member of the deity race possessed immense power. Even a newborn infant held the combat strength of an ordinary human warrior at age three. Simply put, they had the capital to be proud and to look down on other races.

But ultimately, the main problem lay in the first line of defense.

Although the forces had temporarily put aside their grievances, the undercurrents of minor conflicts were frequent. Insults exchanged today often led to sneak attacks at night, a common occurrence within the camps.

In such a mixed environment, where multiple forces coexisted and none acknowledged the others, the first line of defense could not hold for long and was soon breached, resulting in heavy casualties among the forces.

By the end of the first year of the era of war, Mundus Magnus had lost one-fifth of its territory.

At the beginning of the second year, representatives from the forces gathered in the capital of the human race, Westeroen, to discuss the war.

The origins of the enemy are shrouded in mystery, with their numbers unknown and their fierce offensive, catching the Mundus Magnus world completely off guard. Due to inadequate preparation and battlefield setbacks, all factions have suffered heavy casualties, and as of now, they have been unable to devise a suitable strategy in response.

In short, none of the forces wanted to send their people to die in vain.

Eventually, it was decided that the Human race, Demon race, and Beast race three forces, which had the largest power, would lead the other forces in establishing the second line of defense in the northern ‘MistVeil Mountains’.

This time, the various races can no longer afford to dwell on their grudges or engage in petty schemes behind the scenes. The enemy’s overall strength has been bolstered, making the frontline battles even more gruesome, and resources have become extremely scarce!

With minimal internal conflict affecting their efforts, the defense line at MistVeil Mountains was still breached in September of the second year, forcing the combined armies to retreat. On the edges of the territories of the human, beast, and demon races, the cities of Casparia (human), Lorinston (demon), and Prairie (beast) established the third line of defense.

Various forces, aiming to halt the enemy there and launch a counteroffensive, summoned numerous powerful figures and a small number of angels and dragons also joined the war.

The situation improved.

The enemy was contained in the north, but the forces could not launch a counterattack and were forced into a defensive posture.

The stalemate continued until March of the fourth year of the new era when traitors within the forces led to the collapse of the third line of defense. Starting with the front-line cities, over fifty cities fell, with particularly heavy losses for the beast and demon races, forcing them to gravitate towards the central lands of the human race.

The towering walls, constructed under the command of successive human leaders, have proven their worth. Leveraging the various defensive measures and offensive magic arrays embedded in the walls, alongside the substantial stores of military supplies amassed over the years, they effectively repel the enemy’s assaults. Meanwhile, the observing angels and devils, also decide at this juncture to intervene, joining the ranks in resisting the invaders.

Although countless powerful beings were deployed, the enemy was well-prepared, and attacks came one after another, initiating the first assault on the fourth line of defense. This ultimately resulted in extensive damage to the walls, minimal casualties, and a significant depletion of resources, in exchange for a half-year of silence from the enemy.

Though countless powerhouses from each race were dispatched, the alien forces were not without their preparations, and they unleashed devastating forbidden spells one after another, initiating the first wave of attacks against the fourth defensive line. This resulted in widespread destruction of the walls, and a significant depletion of resource reserves, but ultimately bought half a year of respite from the enemy’s onslaught.

During this period, the forces also managed to reclaim surrounding cities, albeit at a great cost, setting up numerous forbidden spells within these cities as a precaution.

For this purpose, a human ‘Supreme Sage Mage’ risked his life to plant a seed of an ultra-high-risk, forbidden spell ’Fire Lotus Annihilation ’ahead of time outside the city walls.

“Aliens! You mongrels! Although I’m just a ‘weak mage’ who can’t shoulder heavy burdens or wield powerful weapons if you dare to invade us again, I’ll make sure you regret it!” bellows an elderly figure, muscular and robust, standing atop the city wall, a longbow in hand, a dagger at his waist, and a machete slung across his back.

However, It is this ‘weak mage’ guard that brings immense comfort to countless people.

It turned out that this ‘weak mage’ was the ‘Supreme Sage Mage’ who previously had planted the forbidden spell outside the city walls—a rank held by only four in the entire human race. Even more astonishing, while mages typically have feeble physical prowess, he defies the norm, matching the strength of an ‘8th-rank knight’ in pure bodily might.

This old man also mentors a prodigious disciple, a mage whose talent is staggeringly high, having already attained ‘10th-rank, Sage Mage’ at a young age and a physical strength equivalent to the ‘9th-rank knight ’!

After half a year of silence, the aliens launch a frenzied full-scale assault on the fourth defensive line once more. The various races engage in a planned retreat, sacrificing cities razed by their set magical traps, annihilating many of the invaders. The ultra-dangerous forbidden spell ’Fire Lotus Annihilation ’prepared by this ‘weak mage’ proves effective, instantly claiming the lives of five alien powerhouses equivalent to ‘Sage Mage’.

The alien offensive slows somewhat due to these successive losses, but unexpectedly, their total force remains unending. Although the armies of various races continue to reach the frontlines, the impact is negligible. Ultimately, the fourth defensive line falls to the aliens.

And the old ‘weak mage’ stationed here meets a tragic end.

To be precise, he sacrifices his own life to ensure the successful evacuation of the various races.

Long after the retreat from the fourth defense line, people remembered the Sage who wielded a staff in one hand and a machete in the other, throwing forbidden spells and swinging his blade.

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