Chapter 271

The coordinate signal sent by Jie Ming was like a lighthouse in the darkness, piercing through the turbulence of the unstable spatial passage, allowing the wizards still looking for a way out in the spatial turbulence to find their direction immediately.

The circular spatial gate behind him surged with the war flood of the wizard civilization like a volcanic eruption!

Countless forms of biochemical giant beasts roared and rushed out; among them were corrosive beasts covered in bone armor and spitting acid, hunters as fast as shadows with sharp claws tearing through the air, and even siege crabs as heavy as mountains, each step causing the ground to tremble.

Following closely behind were cold war golem legions, their steel bodies shining with enchanted luster, shooting scorching decomposition rays from their eyes, marching in unison... forming an iron defense line; this wave composed of flesh and steel instantly crossed the "isolated island" formed by Jie Ming and the black giants, and slammed fiercely into the Holy Servant army surging like locusts blocking the sky and sun!

"Roar!!!"

"Kill!!!"

The moment of collision, the most intense meat grinder was formed.

Roars, weapon clashing sounds, energy explosions, bone-crushing sounds, steel twisting sounds—countless sounds gathered here into a cruel symphony of war.

The biochemical beasts' sharp claws tore open the Holy Servants' scales, and the Holy Servants' bone blades wrapped in wind power also easily severed the biochemical beasts' limbs.

The war golems' rays evaporated groups of Holy Servants, but more Holy Servants climbed onto the golems' bodies with flexible figures, frantically chiseling at joints and energy cores with bone blades.

Blood, broken flesh, and broken metal parts poured down like a rainstorm, instantly dyeing the magnificent altar into a terrifying red and black color.

The sunlight was completely blocked by the densely packed figures, and the battlefield fell into an eerie dimness.

Only the brilliance of wizardry, the cyan light of wind power, and the fire of explosions flickered constantly, reflecting faces that were twisted, crazy, or indifferent.

However, the situation did not reverse as quickly as Jie Ming had expected, but instead fell into a cruel stalemate.

There were mainly two reasons.

First, the gap in strength between the two sides was not large.

The vanguard cannon fodder sent by the wizard legion had an average strength roughly equivalent to elite warriors among the Holy Servants (Tier 2 level), and individuals reaching the Holy Spirit level (Tier 3 living beings) could be counted on one hand.

And the Holy Servant army was not only terrifying in number, but the number of Holy Spirits mixed in was also far beyond expectations.

Occasionally, a wizard would cross the spatial gate and try to cast large-scale wizardry, only to be immediately entangled by several times their number of Holy Spirits, making it difficult to exert effective power.

Second, the "flow" limit of the passage.

The circular spatial gate with a diameter of only one kilometer was really too narrow for a war of this scale.

Especially since the war creations of the wizards were generally large in size; Jie Ming's thirty-meter-tall black giants were considered "petite" among them, not to mention some specialized giant units that could even reach a body length of nearly a hundred meters.

This severely limited the troop delivery efficiency of the wizard side per unit time, making the wizard side always at a numerical disadvantage on the local battlefield.

Jie Ming stood on the black giant's shoulder, the "Great Light Phase" behind him continuously spraying destructive energy torrents.

Wherever it passed, Holy Servants fell like wheat being harvested; no existence could withstand it for an instant.

But the number of enemies was really too many, so many that it was suffocating.

They stepped on the corpses of their companions, like an endless ocean, surging wave after wave, as if wanting to drown him and the spatial gate with their flesh and blood.

Normal creatures would have collapsed long ago if they encountered such a terrifying massacre, but clearly, this did not apply to the fanatics who were already high on the oracle.

"Pfft, really troublesome—" Jie Ming muttered to himself.

Accurately using an energy torrent gathered from tens of thousands of energy bullets, he disintegrated the wind pressure trap set by more than a dozen Holy Spirits trying to sneak attack from the side.

Immediately, countless energy bullets scattered and flew under Jie Ming's manipulation, blasting them to slag in the desperate eyes of the other side.

He looked at the sky with worry; the pressure of those four storm-eye-like wills was continuously climbing, like a divine punishment about to descend, making him feel strong unease.

Above the sky, the communication of the four Holy Gods had also reached a critical moment.

"The closure of the spatial gate is being interfered with! It's the creatures on the other side maintaining the passage!" The Blade God's divine sense carried anger.

"Can't wait any longer! These invaders are very strange; they must be strangled at the door!" The Gale God was also roaring, "Attack together, destroy that passage!" The Sudden Blade God made a decision.

The four terrifying wills condensed completely, and the wind and clouds above the altar changed color because of it.

Four attacks capable of tearing mountains and evaporating rivers began to gather, and the destructive energy fluctuations made even the biochemical beasts fighting fiercely below let out roars of instinctive fear.

"It's coming!" Jie Ming's eyes tightened.

With a thought, the two black giants let out low roars, their massive bodies crouching slightly, energy gathering frantically on their body surfaces, preparing to hard-resist this impending divine punishment.

Just at this critical moment!

Three tyrannical auras suddenly rushed out from the spatial gate, arriving later but reaching first, meeting those four earth-shattering attacks!

It was three Tier 4 Wizards!

Because the three forces like the Nolen Workshop did not send inspectors this time, and without Dionysius Spencer acting directly, they were the highest combat power of this expeditionary force!

The promotion of wizards becomes more difficult the higher one goes; despite more than thirty years of plunder, no new Tier 4 Wizard had been born in the expeditionary force.

It can be said that these three veteran powerhouses were the only high-end combat power the expeditionary force could deploy at the current stage.

Violent energy collisions erupted in the high sky, the dazzling light even temporarily dispelled the dimness of the battlefield, and the escaping energy shockwaves blew away the Holy Servants and biochemical beasts that were close by.

The figures of the four Holy Gods finally appeared clearly in the light; they were four massive Holy Servant forms shrouded in endless wind pressure and divine light.

They were shocked and angry, not expecting the other side to have such powerhouses.

Jie Ming finally saw clearly the level of these four gods: Tier 5 living beings.

And each one had gone very far within the Tier 5 living being level.

Fortunately, the combat power of the wizard race itself was strong enough; Tier 4 Wizards were enough to kill Tier 5 living beings across levels.

The three Tier 4 Wizards each locked onto an opponent and instantly fought into a ball.

The collision of wizardry brilliance and divine power made the sky seem about to shatter.

Jie Ming keenly sensed that the three Tier 4 Wizards did not seem to be using their full strength; their attacks were precise and efficient, but lacked the determination for a one-hit kill, more like testing and containment.

"Are they worried about drawing out more troublesome existences?" Jie Ming immediately understood their concerns.

After all, there was no time to collect intelligence on this world yet, and no one knew if there were higher-end existences in this world after these four gods.

And the last Holy God, who was not contained, cast his cold gaze toward Jie Ming and the spatial gate below.

All the wizards present who could free their hands exchanged glances, and in an instant, they confirmed each other's thoughts: "Is Lord Dionysius Spencer not ready yet? Then we have to hold off the remaining one first." Jie Ming took a deep breath, "Really troublesome, I prefer fighting across levels downward—"

The two black giants let out earth-shattering roars, taking the initiative to meet the Holy God who was diving down!

And under the leadership of the two black giants, several Tier 3 Wizards also rushed straight into the sky.

The ground was a meat grinder for hundreds of millions of troops, and the sky was a terrifying battlefield for powerhouses to duel.

And this spatial gate with a diameter of only one kilometer became the front line for the cruel collision of two worlds and two civilizations.