Chapter 273: Weak God (Please Vote)
As the spatial gate fully stabilized, the Wizard Legion's troop deployment reached its peak.
The battlefield's brutal stalemate instantly turned into a one-sided crushing rout.
Countless flashes of sorcery became the battlefield's dominant melody.
Low-level Acid Arrows and Fireball Spells fell like a driving storm, while high-level meteor falls and Extreme Frost Prisons blanketed vast areas.
All kinds of bizarre sorcery—curses, psychic assaults, Flesh Distortion, and more—silently spread through the ranks of Holy Servants. There were also combined composite spells and even enormous war-array spells, scouring the earth like divine punishment.
At first, the Holy Servants had tried to counterattack with their fanatical faith and numerical advantage. But before the absolute density of firepower and the wizards' uncanny methods of attack, their resistance was pale and powerless.
A single wind blade might split apart several fireballs, but it would be followed by hundreds or thousands of attacks of other elements.
Swathes of Holy Servants were vaporized, broken down, frozen, and twisted amid the dazzling yet deadly radiance of sorcery.
In the end, like snow beneath scorching lava, they melted away with terrifying speed.
This was no longer a war. It was an efficient slaughter.
Even the deeply brainwashed Holy Servants, faced with such hopeless destruction, finally found the instinctive terror of life overwhelming their fanatical faith. Mass routs began to erupt.
Yet by this stage, escape had become a luxury. The wizards had long since laid a net that covered heaven and earth—spatial blockades, gravity traps, psychic illusions. The path of retreat was even deadlier than the attacking front.
The battle in the skies was also nearing its end.
After receiving Dionysius Spencer's final confirmation that there were "no Level 6 beings," the three Level 4 Wizards, who had been holding back all this