Translator: AnubisTL
As the space gate fully stabilized, the wizard legion's troop deployment reached its peak.
The battlefield situation, once a brutal stalemate, instantly transformed into a one-sided rout.
Countless flashes of wizardry became the dominant spectacle of the battlefield.
Low-level spells like acid arrows and fireballs rained down like a tempest, while advanced techniques such as meteor strikes and ice hells blanketed vast areas.
Bizarre spells—curses, psychic assaults, flesh-warping distortions—spread silently through the holy servant ranks. Combined spellcasting and ultra-large-scale war array magic, like divine retribution, cleansed the earth.
Initially, the holy servants attempted to counterattack, fueled by fanatical faith and numerical superiority. But against the sheer density of firepower and the insidious nature of the attacks, their resistance proved futile.
A single wind blade might cleave through a few fireballs, but it would immediately be followed by a barrage of hundreds of attacks of other elemental affinities.
Wave after wave of holy servants were vaporized, disintegrated, frozen, twisted... all within the dazzling yet lethal radiance of wizardry.
In the end, they melted away like snow beneath molten lava, vanishing with alarming speed.
This was no longer war, but an efficient slaughter.
Even the deeply brainwashed holy servants, facing such hopeless annihilation, finally succumbed to the primal fear of death, overriding their fanatical faith. Mass desertions began.
However, by this point, escape was a luxury.
The wizards had long since laid a deadly trap: spatial lockdowns, gravity wells, mental illusions...
The retreat routes proved even more lethal than the front lines.
The battle in the skies was also nearing its end.
After receiving Dionysius Spencer's final confirmation that there were no sixth-tier beings present, the three fourth-tier wizards, who had been holding back, unleashed their full power without restraint.
"The game is over," one of the fourth-tier wizards declared coldly.
His staff erupted with blinding light, transforming his previously restrained spells into violent, lethal attacks.
Another wizard summoned a massive elemental vortex with a wave of his hand, forcibly stripping away and devouring his opponent's divine power.
The third wizard directly deployed a complex geometric rune domain, trapping the Holy God within it and crushing him under the weight of its rules.
The three Holy Gods roared and struggled in terror, their divine power proving utterly feeble against the full might of the fourth-tier wizard.
In the blink of an eye, their divine bodies began to shatter, their radiance rapidly dimming. Their defeat was now only a matter of time.
Witnessing his companions' imminent destruction, the Blade God, who had been locked in fierce combat with the Black Giants and third-tier wizards, completely lost his composure.
He endured several spells, unleashed a desperate horizontal slash to force back two tenacious Black Giants, and transformed into a streak of light, attempting to tear through space and flee.
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... Trying to escape now? Too late."
A chilling voice seemed to rise from the depths of the underworld.
Accompanied by a bone-chilling laughter, a colossal hand composed entirely of spectral blue energy forced its way through the still-wavering space gate.
The very fabric of space groaned under the hand's immense weight.
Crossing the vast distance in an instant, the hand materialized above the Blade God's head and... clamped down!
"No! What is this?!" The Blade God's scream was more agonizing than any he had ever uttered before.
He felt as if the weight of the entire world was pressing down on him. His Severing Divine Power, once his greatest pride, was reduced to child's play beneath this colossal hand, unable to even tear through space.
He struggled frantically, divine blood splattering everywhere, but he couldn't budge it even an inch.
Dionysius Spencer's voice echoed clearly across the battlefield from beyond the space gate, dripping with the cruel amusement of a cat toying with a mouse: "Got you, little insect. Your fate ends here."
Under the horrified gazes of countless onlookers, the massive blue hand gripped the Blade God, who was howling in despair, and slowly dragged him toward the space gate.
The Blade God's screams abruptly ceased, vanishing completely into the darkness beyond the gate, leaving only a lingering echo of utter terror and resentment that reverberated through heaven and earth:
"No!!!"
This spectacle shattered the remaining three Holy Gods and all the holy servants who witnessed it, completely shattering their will to fight.
"The Creator God... has the Creator God awakened?!" one Holy God murmured in dazed defeat, his combat spirit collapsing instantly.
This momentary lapse in focus gave the three fourth-tier wizards the perfect opportunity.
Imprisonment, sealing, deprivation... A series of prepared measures instantly descended, effortlessly capturing the three Holy Gods, who were already at their last gasp.
With the divine beings defeated, the faith of their followers crumbled.
On the battlefield, the surviving holy servants stood ashen-faced, their last shred of resistance extinguished like smoke.
No one knew who first threw down their weapon and prostrated themselves, but like a tidal wave, millions of holy servants soon knelt in surrender.
Seeing this, the wizards ceased their indiscriminate slaughter.
After all, living captives represented labor, experimental subjects, and renewable resources—far more valuable than cold corpses.
Of course, many holy servants seized the chaos to scatter and flee. The wizards made no immediate effort to pursue them. In this plane, now deemed "without high-level threats," mopping up the remaining resistance was merely a matter of time. They couldn't escape this world.
Jieming joined the other wizards in clearing the ravaged battlefield.
They collected valuable spoils of war, escorted prisoners, and disposed of corpses.
More importantly, they used "soul search" to extract detailed intelligence about this world.
He found a relatively intact holy spirit corpse, pressed his hand to its forehead, and brutally invaded the fragmented remnants of its soul with his mental power.
A torrent of information flooded his mind: the history of the Holy Continent, the political landscape of the Four Great Empires, the legend of the World Gate, and... how the four "Holy Gods" maintained their dominion by monopolizing resources and suppressing newly ascended holy spirits.
"So that's how it is..." Jieming withdrew his hand, a cold, mocking smile twisting his lips.
He had always sensed an unnatural imbalance in this world's power structure, with a massive gulf between the top-rank combat power (fifth-tier) and the next tier down (third-tier). Now he finally understood the root cause.
A third-tier wizard beside him, who had just completed his own soul search, scoffed, "Such narrow-mindedness! A mere fifth-tier creature dares to call itself a 'god'? Utterly delusional!"
Jieming nodded in agreement.
In wizard civilization, from their apprentice days onward, they were taught about the vastness of the multiverse and the infinite gradations of power.
This understanding instilled in wizards a perpetual awe of the unknown and an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Recognizing their own insignificance, they constantly strived to transcend their limitations.
While this pressure weeded out those with weak wills, the survivors were invariably seekers of truth with a clear understanding of the world.
In contrast, in worlds like the Holy Continent, the apex predators rose through the ranks, eventually standing at the top of their local food chain, their vision confined to their limited domain.
Over time, this bred an incurable arrogance, leading them to proclaim themselves "gods."
Little did they know that on the scale of the endless planes, their so-called "god status" was nothing more than a joke in the eyes of true powerhouses.
"Continue the cleanup," a fourth-tier wizard's voice cut through Jieming's thoughts. "Establish the forward base as quickly as possible. We must completely 'digest' this world."
"Understood!"
Jieming and the third-tier wizard nodded and turned back to the battlefield cleanup.
The conquest had only just begun.
(End of the Chapter)
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