Chapter 273

With the spatial gate completely stabilized, the troop deployment of the wizard legion reached its peak.

The situation on the battlefield evolved from a cruel stalemate to a one-sided crushing.

Countless wizardry brilliance became the main melody of the battlefield.

Low-level acid arrows and fireballs were like a rainstorm, while high-level meteor falls and extreme cold ice prisons covered large areas.

Various strange wizardries such as curses, mental shocks, and flesh deformities spread silently among the Holy Servants, and there were even composite wizardries cast jointly and even super-large war array wizardries, cleansing the earth like heavenly punishment.

The Holy Servants initially tried to counterattack relying on fanatical faith and numerical advantage, but in the face of absolute firepower density and strange attack methods, their resistance appeared pale and weak.

A wind blade might be able to split a few fireballs, but what followed were thousands of attacks of other attributes.

Large swaths of Holy Servants were evaporated, decomposed, frozen, and twisted in the brilliant yet deadly wizardry brilliance·

Eventually, like snow under scorching lava, they dissolved rapidly.

This was no longer a war, but an efficient massacre.

Even for the deeply brainwashed Holy Servants, facing this hopeless destruction, the fear stemming from the instinct of life finally overwhelmed their fanatical faith, and they began to flee in large numbers.

However, at this stage, running away had become an extravagance; the wizards had long since set up a net, and the roads for spatial blockade, gravity traps, and mental barriers were even more deadly than the front line of the attack.

The battle in the sky was also coming to an end.

After receiving the final confirmation from Dionysius Spencer of "no Tier 6 existence," the three Tier 4 Wizards who had been holding back had no more scruples.

"Game over." A Tier 4 Wizard declared coldly.

The staff in his hand erupted with blinding light, and the wizardry that was originally just entanglement instantly became violent and deadly.

Another wizard summoned a huge elemental vortex with a wave of his hand, forcibly stripping and devouring the opponent's divine power.

The third one directly unfolded a complex geometric rune field, trapping the Holy God within it, performing a crushing of rules; the three Holy Gods roared and struggled in horror, their divine power appearing so fragile under the full eruption of true Tier 4 Wizards.

In just the blink of an eye, their divine bodies began to crack, their light dimmed rapidly, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Seeing their companions about to be wiped out, the Blade God, who had been fighting with the black giants and Tier 3 Wizards, also panicked completely.

He risked hard-resisting several wizardries, forced back the two troublesome black giants with a full-strength horizontal slash, and turned into a stream of light, wanting to tear through space and flee far away.

"Hehehehehehe—want to leave now? Too late."

A voice carrying chilliness seemed to come from beneath the nine underworlds.

Accompanied by the hair-raising laughter, a giant hand composed entirely of ghostly blue energy struggled to penetrate the spatial gate that was still fluctuating slightly.

Wherever the giant hand passed, space emitted groans of being unable to bear the burden.

It crossed a long distance, instantly appearing above the Blade God's head, and then grabbed down!

"No! What is this?!" The Blade God let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream.

He felt as if he were being pressed by the weight of the entire world; the cutting divine power he was proud of was like a plaything under this giant hand, unable to even tear through space.

He struggled frantically, divine blood splashing everywhere, but he couldn't shake it at all.

Dionysius Spencer's voice echoed clearly over the battlefield across the spatial gate, carrying the cruelty of a cat playing with a mouse: "Caught you, little bug. Your fate ends here."

Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, the blue giant hand grabbed the desperately wailing Blade God and slowly dragged him toward the spatial gate.

The Blade God's screams stopped abruptly, eventually disappearing completely into the darkness behind the door, leaving only a tail sound echoing between heaven and earth, full of extreme fear and unwillingness:

"No!!!"

This scene completely collapsed the psychological defense line of the remaining three Holy Gods and all the Holy Servants who witnessed this scene.

"Is the Creator God—is the Creator God revived?!" A Holy God who had been suppressed without any power to fight back murmured in a daze, his fighting will collapsing instantly.

It was this momentary trance that gave the three Tier 4 Wizards an excellent opportunity.

Prohibition, sealing, deprivation—a series of prepared means fell instantly, easily capturing the three Holy Gods who were already at the end of their tether.

The gods were defeated, and faith collapsed.

On the ground battlefield, the remaining Holy Servants looked ashen, and the last trace of resistance will vanished.

I don't know who threw down their weapons first, crawling on the ground; immediately after, like a tide, millions of Holy Servants knelt on the ground one after another, indicating surrender.

Seeing this, the wizards also stopped the indiscriminate slaughter.

After all, living captives meant labor, experimental subjects, and renewable resources, and their value was far higher than cold corpses.

Of course, there were still a large number of Holy Servants fleeing in chaos, and the wizards were not in a hurry to pursue—in this plane that had already been judged as "no high-level threat," cleaning up the remaining resistance was only a matter of time; they could not escape this world.

Jie Ming followed other wizards to start cleaning up this messy battlefield.

Collecting valuable war loot, escorting captives, and disposing of corpses.

More importantly, obtaining detailed intelligence on this world through "soul searching."

He found a relatively complete Holy Spirit corpse, pressed his hand on its forehead, and his mental power invaded its broken soul fragments roughly.

A large amount of information flowed into his mind: the history of the Sacred Continent, the pattern of the four great empires, the legend of the World Gate, and how the four "Holy Gods" maintained their rule by monopolizing resources and suppressing newly promoted Holy Spirits.

"So that's how it is." Jie Ming withdrew his hand, a mocking sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He had always felt that the power structure of this world was very deformed, with a huge gap between the top combat power (Tier 5) and the next level (Tier 3), and now he finally understood the root cause.

A Tier 3 Wizard next to him who had also just finished soul searching couldn't help but snort coldly: "Really sitting in a well and watching the sky! Mere Tier 5 creatures dare to claim to be 'gods'; it's simply nonsensical!"

Jie Ming nodded in deep agreement.

In the wizard civilization, from the apprentice stage, the vastness of the multiverse and the infinite levels of power were clearly told.

This cognition allowed wizards to always maintain awe of the unknown and thirst for knowledge, knowing their own insignificance, and thus constantly pursuing transcendence.

Although this pressure would eliminate some people with weak will, those who survived were all seekers with a clear understanding of the world.

And for a world like the Sacred Continent, its top powerhouses grew up all the way, eventually standing at the top of the local food chain, with their vision limited to one side of the world.

Over time, they bred incurable arrogance, actually calling themselves "gods."

Little did they know, on the scale of the endless planes, their so-called "godhood" was nothing but a joke in the eyes of the strong.

"Cleaning work continues," a Tier 4 Wizard's voice came, interrupting Jie Ming's thoughts, "Establish an outpost base as soon as possible; we must completely 'digest' this world."

"Understood!"

Jie Ming and that Tier 3 Wizard nodded and turned back to work on cleaning the battlefield.

Conquest had just begun.