Translator: AnubisTL
Jieming's coordinate signal, like a lighthouse in the darkness, pierced through the turbulent currents of the unstable spatial channel, instantly guiding the wizards still struggling to find their way through the spatial turbulence.
Behind him, the circular space gate erupted like a volcano, unleashing the full force of the wizard civilization's war machine!
Countless biomechanical behemoths, their forms twisted into grotesque shapes, roared into battle. Among them were corrosion beast, armored in bone and spewing corrosive acid; hunter, swift as shadows, their claws tearing through the air; and siege crab, mountain-sized behemoths whose every step shook the ground.
Close behind followed the cold legions of war golems, their steel bodies gleaming with enchanted light. Blazing disintegration rays shot from their eyes as they marched in perfect unison, forming an impenetrable wall of metal.
This surging tide of flesh and steel instantly swept past the "island" formed by Jieming and the Black Giant, crashing headlong into the Holy Servants Army, which swarmed like locusts blotting out the sky!
"ROAR!!!"
"KILL!!!"
The moment of impact unleashed the most brutal meat grinder imaginable.
Screams, the clash of weapons, the roar of energy explosions, the crunch of shattered bones, the screech of twisted metal...
Countless voices converged here, forming a brutal symphony of war.
Bioweapons tore through the holy servants' scaled armor with their razor-sharp claws, while the holy servants' bone blades, imbued with wind power, effortlessly severed the bioweapons' limbs.
The war golems' energy beams vaporized entire groups of holy servants, but more holy servants, relying on their agility, scaled the golems' bodies, frantically hacking at their joints and energy cores with their bone blades.
Blood, shredded flesh, and shattered metal rained down like a torrential downpour, instantly staining the magnificent sacrificial altar a terrifying crimson-black.
The dense mass of combatants completely blotted out the sunlight, plunging the battlefield into an eerie twilight.
Only the flickering glow of spells, the azure radiance of wind power, and the fiery bursts of explosions illuminated the twisted, frenzied, or coldly indifferent faces of the combatants.
However, the situation didn't rapidly turn in Jieming's favor as he had anticipated. Instead, it devolved into a brutal stalemate.
There were two primary reasons for this.
Firstly, the power disparity between the two sides was minimal.
The vanguard cannon fodder sent by the wizard legion had an average strength roughly equivalent to the elite warriors among the holy servants (second-tier), with only a handful of individuals reaching the holy spirit level (third-tier creatures).
The Holy Servants Army was not only terrifying in its sheer numbers, but the proportion of holy spirits within its ranks far exceeded expectations.
Whenever a wizard attempted to cast a large-scale spell through the space gate, they were immediately swarmed by holy spirits, often outnumbering them several times over, making it nearly impossible to effectively deploy their magic.
Secondly, the space gate's "throughput" limitations.
A circular space gate with a diameter of just one kilometer proved woefully inadequate for a war of this scale.
This was particularly problematic given the massive size of the wizards' war constructs. Jieming's thirty-meter-tall Black Giant was considered "petite" among them, while specialized behemoths could reach nearly a hundred meters in length.
This severely restricted the wizards' ability to deploy forces per unit of time, leaving them consistently outnumbered on every battlefield.
Jieming stood atop the Black Giant's shoulder, the Great Light Phase behind him continuously spewing torrents of destructive energy.
Wherever they passed, holy servants fell like wheat before a scythe, no creature able to withstand their onslaught for even a moment.
Yet the enemy's numbers were overwhelming, suffocatingly vast.
They trampled over the corpses of their comrades, surging forward in endless waves like an inexhaustible sea, as if determined to drown Jieming and the space gate beneath a tide of flesh and blood.
A normal creature would have long since collapsed under such a horrific slaughter, but this clearly didn't apply to the fanatical believers, already driven mad by the divine oracle.
"Tch, what a nuisance..." Jieming muttered under his breath.
With pinpoint accuracy, he unleashed a torrent of energy, a concentrated stream of tens of thousands of energy bullets, shattering the wind pressure trap jointly laid by over a dozen holy spirits attempting a sneak attack from the flank.
Immediately afterward, countless energy bullets dispersed under Jieming's control, raining down upon the enemy and blasting them into oblivion before their despairing eyes.
He glanced anxiously at the sky, where four storm-like wills continued to intensify their oppressive pressure, like an impending divine punishment. The growing unease gnawed at him.
Above, the four Holy Gods had reached a critical juncture in their communication.
"The space gate's closure is being interfered with! The creatures on the other side are maintaining the connection!" The Blade God's divine sense seethed with fury.
"We can't wait any longer! These invaders are too strange—we must crush them at the gate!" The Raging Wind God roared in agreement.
"Strike together and destroy that passage!" The Sudden Blade God declared decisively.
The four terrifying wills coalesced completely, and the wind and clouds above the sacrificial altar twisted into ominous patterns.
Four attacks capable of tearing apart mountain ranges and vaporizing rivers converged, their destructive energy waves causing the bioweapons battling below to howl in primal terror.
"Here they come!" Jieming's eyes sharpened.
With a mental command, the two Black Giants let out deep roars, their massive bodies crouching slightly as energy surged wildly across their surfaces, preparing to withstand the impending divine punishment.
At that critical moment!
Three overwhelmingly powerful auras erupted from the space gate, surging forward to intercept the four cataclysmic attacks!
They were three fourth-tier wizards!
Since the Noren Workshop and the other two factions hadn't sent observers, and Dionysius Spencer wasn't directly intervening, these wizards represented the expeditionary force's highest combat power.
Wizard advancement grew exponentially more difficult with each tier. Despite over thirty years of plundering, the expeditionary force had yet to produce a new fourth-tier wizard.
These three veteran powerhouses were now the expeditionary force's only high-end combat assets capable of intervening.
A violent energy collision erupted high in the sky, its blinding light temporarily dispelling the battlefield's gloom. The shockwaves sent holy servants and bioweapons alike flying.
The figures of the four Holy Gods finally materialized clearly within the radiant light, revealing their colossal sacred servant forms shrouded in relentless wind pressure and divine radiance.
They were both astonished and enraged, never expecting their opponents to possess such formidable power.
Jieming finally discerned the true level of these divine beings: fifth-tier being.
Moreover, each had advanced far within the Fifth-Tier realm.
Fortunately, the wizard race possessed inherently formidable combat prowess; fourth-tier wizards were capable of slaying fifth-tier being despite the tier difference.
The three fourth-tier wizards each locked onto an opponent, instantly engaging in fierce combat.
The clash between spellcasting brilliance and divine power threatened to shatter the very sky.
Jieming keenly observed that the three fourth-tier wizards seemed to be holding back. Their attacks were precise and efficient, yet lacked the decisive killing intent, resembling more a probing and containment strategy.
Are they worried about drawing out an even greater threat...? Jieming immediately understood their caution.
After all, there hadn't been time to gather intelligence about this world. No one knew if there were even higher-level beings beyond these four divine beings.
The last Holy God, the one no one was restraining, cast a cold gaze upon Jieming and the space gate below.
Every wizard who could spare a moment exchanged glances, instantly confirming their shared intentions.
"Has Excellency Dionysius Spencer not recovered yet? Then we'll have to hold this one off for now," Jieming said, taking a deep breath. "How troublesome. I much prefer fighting opponents below my level..."
Two Black Giants roared thunderously as they charged toward the diving Holy God!
Led by the Black Giants, several third-tier wizards also soared into the sky.
The ground had become a meat grinder for billions of soldiers, while the sky was now a terrifying battlefield for the clash of powerful beings.
And this space gate, a mere kilometer in diameter, had become the brutal frontline where two worlds and two civilizations collided.
(End of the Chapter)
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