Volume 1: Hell-Tier Lord World Chapter 165: The Illusion Space Shatters

This time, Chen Gu poured all of his mana into the spell.

He didn't bother to pick or choose, nor did he care whether the targets matched by his Illusion spell were enemy soldiers or friendly forces.

He simply mirrored everything fighting within that entire sector right into the present space.

As a result of Chen Gu's sweeping illusion, the situation shifted instantly.

At the very center of the battlefield, three golden dragons, two green dragons, and seven bone dragons were locked in fierce combat.

This portion was also projected by Chen Gu.

The moment these golden, green, and bone dragons appeared in the sky, they instinctively flew straight upward.

After soaring beyond the boundaries of the illusion's range, Chen Gu noticed that the three types of dragons paused simultaneously in mid-air.

Then, they dove headfirst back down toward the battlefield below. Five streams of dragon breath swept across the battlefield like a plow tilling a field, leveling everything in their path.

"The illusions have broken past the boundary. The illusion space has been breached."

Chen Gu realized that once all the dragons had flown up to a certain altitude, they had broken through the effective range of the illusion space.

From that point onward, even though they were initially summoned by Chen Gu's Illusion spell, they could only act independently within the combat zone.

Yet, this was already more than enough. It gave Chen Gu a clear understanding of the upper vertical limit of the illusion space's influence.

At the same time, because they entered the battle as illusions, they were completely unaffected by the rules of the illusion space.

After all, they were themselves illusions, yet the target they chose to replicate was a part of the illusion space itself—a paradox that caused a glitch in the logic of the illusion domain.

These dragons instantly became uncontrollable.

Because of this lack of control, the damage they inflicted upon the other entities within the illusion space became entirely real.

The dragons did not act wildly; instead, they locked onto a single target and pushed straight through in a flat advance.

By this time, other troops mirrored alongside the dragons had also broken out of the illusion space.

Because Chen Gu had cast the illusion over an entire region indiscriminately, whatever was present there had been replicated.

Among these materialized troops were the core frontline forces of both elves and undead, accompanied by seven or eight heroes from opposing sides.

Though deeply displeased at being summoned as mere illusions, they still obeyed Chen Gu's commands by virtue of their nature as mirrored entities.

"All of you, step back outside the illusion space first, then charge back in and smash everything inside the illusion domain to pieces for me."

Realizing this strategy was sound, Chen Gu initiated a new conjuration.

Naturally, he targeted the center of the battlefield once again.

However, this time Chen Gu selected the formation housing the elven spellcasting troops.

Among the elven magic units, priestesses, druids, and mages were the three primary professions.

Druids were the most common, while mages and priestesses were relatively rarer.

Even so, their numbers on the battlefield before him were by no means small.

Combined, these three classes totaled nearly a thousand individuals.

Chen Gu had to exhaust every last drop of his mana to successfully cast this massive illusion.

Once it was done, Chen Gu paused. It wasn't that he didn't want to create more illusions, but this casting had completely drained both his own reserves and those of the magic tower.

It would take about an hour for the magic tower to fully recharge.

As for Chen Gu himself, unless he drank a potion, he would likely need to sleep off the exhaustion to fully recover from this depletion.

Still, for Chen Gu, this was already sufficient.

Over a thousand spellcasting units materialized near Chen Gu's side of the battlefield.

Chen Gu issued only a single command:

"Use your most powerful offensive spells to bombard everything in this vicinity."

Chen Gu himself possessed relatively few offensive spells, but that did not mean powerful destructive magic did not exist in this world.

Previously, during their living battles, these elven spellcasters had been ordered to conserve their mana, serving primarily as static artillery rather than frontline strikers.

Thus, despite possessing formidable magic, they had never truly had the chance to unleash their full potential.

The command Chen Gu now gave them finally granted that opportunity, allowing them to display their most devastating offensive techniques.

The priestesses summoned starlight from the heavens, channeling a countless barrage of pure stellar beams that rained down with the entire battlefield as their epicenter.

The druids commanded lightning, also centered upon the battlefield, though their area of effect was significantly wider, targeting the fringes of the combat zone.

The mages, though fewest in number among the elves, wielded the most terrifying might.

Fire, ice, fierce gales, earth, and even spatial distortions—whatever spells these mages knew, they unleashed without hesitation.

They targeted everything around them; anything that did not belong to Chen Gu's forces or his mirrored troops fell squarely within their line of fire.

With these spellcasters joining the fray, the battlefield instantly descended into even greater chaos.

Illusion after illusion flickered and vanished.

The ground, previously obscured by the illusions, was finally laid bare before everyone's eyes.

Without the veil of illusions, Chen Gu saw that the terrain was reduced to absolute ruins.

Vast quantities of skeletons and remains littered the earth.

It was evident that this place had once been a massive theater of war between elves and undead.

The endless combat illusions were merely the lingering echoes left behind by the elves and undead who had fallen here.

Now that the illusions had completely faded, the ancient battlefield naturally revealed itself to Chen Gu and his companions.

As the illusion space shattered, everything that followed began to collapse rapidly like a row of dominoes.

The soldiers locked in combat—whether elf or undead—seemed to perceive something in unison.

They halted their weapons mid-swing and raised their heads to look in Chen Gu's direction.

Then, they stood frozen in place, welcoming the dragon breath and meteors descending from the skies.

Amidst a cascade of massive explosions, the illusion space dissolved completely on the spot.

Amidst the turmoil, the bloodshadow wolves retreated back to Chen Gu's side.

Meanwhile, the illusions Chen Gu had summoned with such great mana did not withdraw; whether it was the dragons or the spellcasting units, they stood firm within the fading projections, meeting final annihilation alongside the collapsing illusion domain.

When all the illusions finally dispersed, Chen Gu could clearly survey the reality before him.

He discovered that after so many years, the remains of the elven soldiers who had perished here were remarkably well-preserved.

The skeletal remains of the dragons were the same, frozen just as they had been at the moment of their deaths.

Beyond these corpses stood a leveled city.

At the very center of the city lay a throne woven from pine needles.

Seated upon the throne was the corpse of an elf dressed in ceremonial robes.

As Chen Gu gazed upon him, the elven corpse stirred slightly.

The very next instant, the elven body disintegrated into fine powder, swept away by the wind.

Leaving behind only a fist-sized blue crystal orb resting upon the empty throne.