Idle Mage: Humanity's Strongest Backer-Novel



Nobody expected that the Celestial God himself would come.

Bathed in a divine light, nobody except the Grand Commanders could peer through the veil that was obscuring his features.

The nearby starfield trembled as the Celestial God exerted his unimaginable power. In a breathtaking display of cosmic energy, he summoned ethereal chains that encased the Blue Marble Planet, ensnaring it within a cage of shimmering light. The planet was trapped, cut off from the outside world, and isolated from the rest of the universe.

This meant that this planet and its citizens are going nowhere. If they ever do, then it shall be under the Celestial God's gaze. This is no different than a direct sentence of enslavement to their kind.

But the awe-inspiring display did not end there. With a wave of his hand, the Celestial God unleashed his power upon the nearby asteroid field. The lifeless rocks, once drifting peacefully through space, transformed into a sprawling battlefield, stretching as far as the eye could see. The asteroids shifted and rearranged, forming a labyrinth of treacherous terrain where the forces of good and evil would clash.

The celestial energy radiated from the Celestial God, suffusing the battlefield with an otherworldly aura. The air crackled with power as the asteroids became infused with cosmic energies, pulsating with an eerie glow. Streams of light snaked through the void, connecting the asteroids and forming intricate patterns, creating a surreal and mystifying atmosphere.

The battlefield took on a dynamic and ever-changing nature, as the celestial energies manipulated the asteroids. Some rocks shattered into fragments, hurtling through space as deadly projectiles. Others split open to reveal hidden chambers and tunnels, providing strategic vantage points or treacherous traps. The very fabric of reality seemed to bend and twist, defying conventional laws of physics.

The celestial battlefield became a stage for the clash of titans, a canvas where the forces of good and evil would wage their cataclysmic battle. Soldiers on both sides stared in awe and trepidation, their minds grappling to comprehend the magnitude of power displayed before them. They felt the weight of their insignificance in the face of such immense cosmic forces.

Amidst this grand spectacle, the Celestial God stood tall, his presence commanding and formidable. His form radiated with celestial light, his essence merging with the fabric of the cosmos itself. The mere sight of him sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned warriors, for they knew they were facing an adversary of godlike proportions.

The celestial battlefield became a testament to the power and dominion of the Celestial God. It served as a stark reminder to humanity of the magnitude of their task, the daunting challenge that lay before them. Yet, even in the face of overwhelming odds, the resolve of humanity remained unyielding. They would not falter, for the fate of their world and the future of their species depended on their unwavering determination to defy the celestial forces that sought to enslave them.

As the celestial battlefield shimmered with cosmic energy and echoed with the clash of weapons and magic, the war between the forces of humanity and the celestial and hypogean races entered a new chapter. The stage was set, the players were in position, and the fate of the worlds hung in the balance.

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The Grand Commanders of Humanity stood in awe and disbelief as they witnessed the incredible display of power by the Celestial God. Their eyes widened, their hearts raced, and a mixture of fear and determination coursed through their veins. This was a moment that tested their resolve as leaders and as the defenders of their race.

Alice, the Sword Empress, clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white. She had faced formidable adversaries before, but the sheer magnitude of the Celestial God's power sent chills down her spine. Yet, she refused to let fear paralyze her. Her eyes burned with a fierce determination, her warrior spirit unwavering. She knew that her people were counting on her, and she would not let them down.

Blake, the Titan, stood tall and resolute, his gaze fixed on the celestial battlefield. His brow furrowed as he analyzed the implications of the Celestial God's power. His mind raced, devising strategies and tactics to counter this seemingly insurmountable threat. He understood the gravity of the situation, and his duty as a leader was clear—to protect his people at all costs.

Mary, the Oracle Sage, closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the ebb and flow of cosmic energy that emanated from the celestial battlefield. The vastness of the power she sensed left her in awe, but it also ignited a spark of defiance within her. She believed in the indomitable spirit of humanity and the power of their collective will. She would harness her prophetic abilities to guide her allies and unravel the secrets hidden within the cosmic forces at play.

Ashton, still disguised as the enigmatic Mr. Dreamer himself, scoffed at the clear provocation of the Celestial God. The way that entity stood there looking like he was the center of everything and everyone, irks him to the core. To others, what the Celestial God did might be impressive but to him? It's just some worthless crap.

He could instantly undo everything that the Celestial God did, but where was the fun in that? This war might be as daunting as it is, but it's a necessary thing. To finish this, once and for all...

In the face of the Celestial God's display of power, the Grand Commanders found solace in their unwavering unity. They shared a common purpose—to protect humanity, preserve their way of life, and to forge a future free from the grip of celestial oppression. Their expressions hardened, and an unspoken vow passed between them, solidifying their determination to face the coming storm with unwavering courage and unyielding resolve.

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The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of charred earth and billowing smoke. The air crackled with energy, the tension palpable as the forces of humanity faced off against the combined might of the Celestial and Hypogean Races. The clash was imminent, and the fate of the world hung in the balance.

The sun cast its dying rays upon the battlefield, painting the scene in a surreal mix of light and shadow. Soldiers clad in advanced armor stood in disciplined formations, their weapons gleaming with deadly intent. Their faces etched with determination, they awaited the call to charge, their hearts beating in unison.

The rumble of engines filled the air as armored vehicles rolled into position, their heavy treads grinding against the earth. Tanks, armed with powerful cannons, stood like mighty behemoths, ready to unleash devastation upon the enemy. The ground quivered under their weight, a testament to the sheer power they possessed.

Above, the sky was a swirling canvas of aerial warfare. Fighter jets soared through the heavens, leaving trails of smoke in their wake. The pilots, masters of the skies, maneuvered their aircraft with precision, their eyes locked on the enemy. Missiles streaked across the sky, leaving fiery trails as they sought their targets.

And then it began.

A thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield as the two opposing forces charged toward each other. The ground shook beneath their feet, a symphony of battle cries and the clashing of weapons filled the air. The clash of metal and the eruption of magic reverberated through the battlefield, a cacophony of violence and chaos.

The humans fought with unwavering resolve, their training and discipline shining through. They moved with calculated precision, striking at their enemies with a lethal combination of martial prowess and advanced technology. Energy blasts erupted from their weapons, tearing through the enemy ranks with devastating force.

The Celestial and Hypogean forces, with their otherworldly powers and monstrous forms, unleashed their fury upon the humans. Waves of magic crashed against the human defenses, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. But the humans stood firm, their determination unyielding, as they pushed back against the overwhelming might of their foes.

Amidst the chaos of battle, commanders barked orders, strategizing and adapting to the ever-changing tide of combat. The battlefield became a symphony of coordinated movements, as squads executed flanking maneuvers, aerial strikes, and close-quarters combat.

Blood stained the ground, a testament to the cost of war. Yet, amid the carnage, the humans fought on, fueled by their unwavering spirit and their desire to protect their loved ones and their way of life. They fought not just for survival, but for the future of their species, knowing that the outcome of this clash would shape the destiny of worlds.

The clash raged on, the battlefield engulfed in a maelstrom of violence and destruction. But in the hearts of the humans, a fire burned bright, fueled by their indomitable spirit and their refusal to surrender. They fought with every ounce of strength, their resolve unyielding, as they pressed forward against their celestial and hypogean adversaries.

In this crucible of war, heroes would rise, sacrifices would be made, and the fate of humanity would be decided. The clash of the war had begun, and the outcome would be etched in the annals of history, forever remembered as a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human race.