Fantasy Family Simulator (FFS)

The eyes of these beastman powerhouses were filled with shock as they looked at Somjet.

Generally speaking, the comprehension of mystic laws is a hallmark of Saint-level powerhouses, granting them earth-shattering power. However, this doesn't mean that only Saints are capable of understanding them.

In fact, some geniuses can glimpse the rudiments of mysticism even before reaching the Saint level, leading to a qualitative leap in their strength! At this moment, Somjet had caught a glimpse of such mysticism when he broke through to become a Sky Knight.

He now stood with his eyes closed, silently savoring the "Wind Mysticism—Extreme Speed" he had just unleashed. On the human side, the reactions were the complete opposite of the beastmen—expressions of joy and envy were evident on their faces!

Avalon heavily patted Somjet on the back, laughing loudly, "Haha, good lad! You comprehended mysticism and even managed to keep it hidden from me! But well done, well done indeed, haha!"

Somjet opened his eyes and smiled proudly, "Otherwise, how could I be called a genius?"

"Hmm? What was that strike just now?" Rhett's eyes were filled with doubt.

From his position at the rear of the human army, Rhett could only make out vague figures in the distance, engaged in battle amidst the flashing bursts of Battle Energy.

What he had seen was this: after Umodi's powerful roar, Somjet seemed to have frozen, standing motionless. But suddenly, as Umodi charged toward Somjet, closing the gap to just about ten meters, Somjet remained unmoving.

Then, unexpectedly, Umodi's advance was halted, and he was forcibly pushed back.

Rhett couldn't immediately figure out the reason and could only sigh inwardly, "It seems Somjet's talent is even greater than the rumors suggest..."

While others of his age had already become Sky Knights, Rhett reflected on his own journey—if it weren't for his extraordinary experiences, he might not have even reached the level of a Magister in this lifetime.

After pondering for a moment, Rhett shook his head with a smile, pushing aside these thoughts to focus on the matter at hand.

"No wonder this final assault ended smoothly, and in two months, the royal bloodlines of the beastmen will be pushed back."

Though the outcome had been confirmed through the simulation, Rhett's battlefield experience and rational analysis initially led him to believe that with the beastmen's formidable physique and regeneration abilities, the battle would be much more evenly matched. Moreover, the presence of the Warbear commander on the beastman side should have caused significant disruption on the front lines.

Now, however, Rhett understood. Somjet's breakthrough to Sky Knight, coupled with his mastery of wind mysticism, had completely neutralized the influence of the Warbear commander, even surpassing it!

With this realization, Rhett finally felt at ease, knowing there were no more uncertainties in this war.

Recalling the scene of Somjet's breakthrough to Sky Knight, Rhett couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

"Sigh, for now, I'll focus on gathering more destiny points. But one day, through my relentless efforts, I will surely secure my place as a Grand Magister!" Rhett took one last glance at the distant, blurry figures of humans and beastmen locked in combat before shifting his focus back to his duties, casting a series of earth spells on the battlefield.

Earth Spike

Earth Stab

Rockfall

Sand Wolf Howl

Amidst the chaos of battle, he couldn't constantly keep track of Tuck, Rila, and the others' positions. But at least he could occasionally check on his subordinates. Despite being poisoned by the Phantom Venomous Snakemen, they weren't in grave danger. Thanks to their prior training in battlefield survival tactics and the antidote from the Starlight Potion, none of them faced a life-threatening situation.

The war raged on for three days and three nights, with fire and blood engulfing the battlefield.

During this time, Rhett ended the real-time simulation but found no significant changes that needed to be made; reality had played out nearly identically.

Only those who had personally experienced the battle could understand how grueling it truly was.

Rhett pushed himself to forget the final outcome and threw himself fully into the war.

Now, after three days and nights of relentless combat, Rhett felt not only mentally exhausted but also noticed that both human and beastman soldiers had largely depleted their stamina. Their movements had slowed considerably, driven only by sheer willpower.

Avalon, leading Somjet and the other six-rank powerhouses, returned to the rear of the army at the beginning of the third day, heavily wounded.

The Warbear tribe's strength was undeniable; Umodi had managed to hold his own against two opponents, resulting in a mutually destructive stalemate.

While it might seem that neither side had gained an advantage, Rhett knew better—the Warbear commander's severe injuries, preventing him from using his bloodline powers, made the outcome favorable for their side.

As evening approached and the sun set once more, the golden glow had already faded into the western shadows. The waxing moon shone faintly in the hazy sky, and the sounds of battle had dwindled compared to the early stages of the war. Many warriors' throats had grown hoarse; their mouths gaped open, throats moving, but no sound emerged. On the pitch-black ground, the beastmen and humans tangled and writhed like the slow-moving branches of a withered forest.

At this moment, Avalon emerged from the temporary stone structure constructed by Earth magicians, holding a horn in his hand. The surface of the horn gleamed with a golden hue as he took a deep breath and officially blew it:

"Woooo—"

"Woooo—"

The long, deep sound of the horn echoed across the battlefield for several kilometers.

Upon hearing this distinct sound, Rhett, who had just been preparing to cast another spell, suddenly snapped back to full consciousness.

He paused mid-cast, stood still for a couple of seconds, and then a look of relief flickered in his eyes.

He whispered softly, "It's finally over..."

Rhett knew all too well that the horn's call on the Gorge Defense Line carried only one message—retreat!

Because, unless the beastmen could be utterly annihilated, continuing to press forward would eventually lead to exhaustion. Prolonged combat on enemy territory, with a supply line less efficient than the enemy's, would inevitably result in a loss of advantage.

Moreover, with the beastmen's powerful regenerative abilities, the longer the battle dragged on, the more likely they would regain the upper hand.

And worse, reinforcements could arrive from the beastmen's rear, turning the tide against them.

An experienced commander wouldn't risk prolonged engagement near the enemy's stronghold.

Victory could be achieved gradually, with fewer casualties, by leveraging the newfound strength of a Sky Knight to wear down the beastmen over time.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Following the horn's call, the heavy footsteps of retreat echoed like a drumbeat. The front-line human knights quickly responded, coordinating their withdrawal.

Rockfall

Quicksand

Wind Wall

Fireball

Flash

The rear-guard magicians and archers, working desperately to cover the retreat of the main force, unleashed a barrage of offensive spells to hinder the pursuing beastmen!

Without orders to pursue, the beastmen could only watch in frustration as the human army retreated.

But soon after...

"Roar!"

A weakened roar echoed from the beastmen's camp.

The beastmen, who had been on the verge of giving chase, halted in their tracks, glaring resentfully at the retreating humans.

The stamina of beastmen was long-lasting, more so than humans, who relied on Battle Energy. On the battlefield, beastmen could maintain their endurance for far longer.

And if not fatally wounded, they could fully recover after resting and eating, ready to return to battle.

This was the beastmen's greatest challenge.

Within the beastman camp, chaos erupted.

"Umodi, why aren't we pursuing them?" growled a Bloodmoon Werewolf with a single blinded eye. The memory of how the new Sky Knight had blinded him made his claws clench in fury.

"Yeah, why not chase them?

Human physiques are no match for ours. The longer this drags on, the better our chances of victory!

And while that new Sky Knight is injured, we should press the advantage and eliminate him for good!

Otherwise, once he recovers, he'll be an even bigger problem!" The Phantom Venomous Snakeman hissed, its green eyes gleaming like emeralds.

"Cough, cough!" Umodi coughed heavily, wiping blood from his mouth as he grumbled, "We can't pursue them any further.

Humans are too cunning. I even suspect that their retreat was a deliberate ruse, and their injuries might be a disguise, a trap to lure us in.

If we chase them down, we could easily be wiped out!"

"That makes sense." The Phantom Venomous Snakeman narrowed its eyes. "Humans love their tricks and schemes. Fine, we'll let them go this time.

Umodi, how's your injury? How long will it take to recover?"

"Ugh, it's serious. Facing two Wind-element Sky Knights at once was too much," Umodi said, clutching the sword wound on his chest, his face pale. "Bill, go back and deliver the message. The bet between you and the Phantom Venomous Snakemen can be called off.

And while you're at it, request reinforcements for me. Dealing with two Sky Knights is too much pressure!"

"Hmm? Umodi, are you sure you want to ask for reinforcements?" The Phantom Venomous Snakeman sounded surprised. "Doing so could lower your standing in the tribe.

And... doesn't that mean you'll lose your chance at the Bear Spirit's Blessing?"

Hearing the words "Bear Spirit's Blessing," Umodi froze, his giant fists clenched in frustration. After a few seconds, he forced a bitter smile and said, "With my talent and abilities, I never had much hope of getting it. Only the top geniuses in our tribe have a chance.

But if the situation on the Gorge Defense Line worsens, the pressure on me will only increase...

So, I'd better not cling to unrealistic hopes."

The Phantom Venomous Snakeman stared at Umodi for a moment before sighing regretfully. "Makes sense. It's just a shame after all the years of effort you've put in..."

Umodi remained silent, his eyes clouded with despair.

"Then I'll head out now. I can't stand being on this battlefield any longer!" Bill said, smoothing his red fur with his claws.

"I don't care, as long as your chief agrees!" Umodi said sternly.

"Hmph!" Bill snorted before turning to leave the camp.

In the early hours of the morning, the clouds in the sky parted, and moonlight bathed the land below.

This human assault couldn't be called a victory, but it was far from a defeat.

In the past, the Gorge Defense Line rarely dared to attack the beastmen's main camp, always adhering to a defensive strategy.

But this time, a bold offensive had unexpectedly yielded good results.

Coupled with the beastmen's failed attack, it seemed that from now on, the humans could both attack and defend with confidence.

Among the tens of thousands of troops, many realized this, and their steps became lighter. Following Avalon's planned route, they marched along the blood-soaked river for over ten kilometers, passed Raven Peak, and then circled north, trampling down the evergreen grass on the hills.

But no matter how trampled they were, the grass would always spring back when winter passed and spring returned.

After more than half an hour, Rhett saw the long rows of black fortresses in the distance and felt a surge of joy. The tension that had gripped his heart for days finally eased!

He let out a long breath, his expression relaxed as he thought to himself, "Now I can focus on breaking through to the fifth-level Magister..."

Passing through layer after layer of checkpoints, Rhett and his team returned to the camp.

At the entrance of Sub-Fort No. 1, Tuck, Rila, Celine, Tader, Kurs, and Maccaf surrounded Rhett. Their faces were filled with exhaustion, lingering fear... and the relief and joy of surviving the war!

Not everyone had Rhett's ability to foresee the future. So, facing this battle, many of them had harbored fears of death, suppressing those emotions until the end when they could finally release them.

Rhett, too, felt a mix of emotions and spoke with a feigned sense of relief, "It wasn't easy, but we all made it through this war alive.

Having endured the fires of battle, I'm sure everyone has gained something extraordinary.

Based on past experience, the two armies will likely take some time to recover now, and apart from routine patrols, we shouldn't see another major conflict anytime soon."

Hearing this, everyone visibly relaxed.

"Commander, how much longer do you think this war will last?" Tader asked.

Rila and Taylor perked up, eager to hear the answer—they missed their home and their newborn baby.

"Hmm, maybe a month?" Rhett replied uncertainly, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, take advantage of this rare moment of relaxation after the battle. Go get some rest."

Celine, toying with a strand of orange hair by her right ear, smiled with a hint of joy and said lightly, "I feel like this battle has helped me a lot. In a few years, I might even break through the threshold of a third-level knight."

Rhett raised his eyebrows in surprise and smiled. "That's great news. I hope you reach that milestone soon!"

After dismissing the group, Rhett returned to the barracks with Tuck, Rila, and Maccaf.