Manluo World
It was as if a world-destroying storm rose from one end of the world, sweeping up thick black clouds that pressed down on the ground, sweeping everything away. Any life that stood in its way would be killed in the most brutal way.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, countless discordant sounds arose.
It was a howling wind, an erupting volcano, and hailstones the size of heads pelting down under the blazing sun...
On the already shattered defensive line, pairs of desperate eyes gazed at the horrific scene of annihilation. Their hands, gripping weapons, trembled, and they uttered dying sobs.
They never imagined that they would need to use their frail bodies to resist a catastrophe of annihilation; this was a path destined for death!
No matter how many times they fantasized about running away, about becoming deserters, or about hiding in some corner of the world and barely surviving,
But when they look up at the sky, they can see two enormous figures surging with powerful energy. When those two enormous figures enter their terrified pupils, all the unease and despair are instantly burned away by the torches that are lit, and replaced by the light of hope that burns again!
This is a war of gods.
It is a war of gods, fighting side by side with the gods. With great gods with them, what is there to fear!
Whether it was the storm sweeping up the apocalyptic black clouds, or the apocalyptic black clouds blowing up the terrifying storm, when this apocalyptic-level natural disaster descended upon the defensive line, it instantly erupted with a powerful energy explosion.
Those on the defensive line, with only their frail bodies and weapons in their hands, are like towering trees blocking the storm, desperately holding back the storm that could tear them apart in an instant!
Desperate roars and howls erupted from the mouths of the Dark Camel People as they charged headlong into the storm without hesitation.
For the glory of their God, they are willing to face death!
As they charged into the storm, enduring the pain of it tearing at their bodies, they saw everything within it: numb, emotionless puppets, unable to speak, capable of nothing but fighting.
They have been fighting this enemy for decades, ever since they boarded the terrifying wizard mothership and arrived in this world so different from their home, and have been battling these manipulated puppets ever since.
After decades of fighting, hundreds of millions of people left their homeland together, and now only one in ten remains.
So many of them have died, yet the number of these puppets shows no sign of decreasing; their endless numbers are like fireflies breeding in the water under the warm sunshine of their hometown—they can never be killed off.
They didn't know why the great Dark Camel People God wouldn't stop such fearless sacrifices; too many of their people had already died.
Privately, they pessimistically believed that within ten years, all the Dark Camel People who had left their homeland would be buried here, and not a single one would be able to return home safely.
The only thing that kept them fighting was the watchful eye of the great Dark Camel People God, who was with them Heavenly Capital.
The great Dark Camel People God was fighting just like them, and they saw their own god bleeding just as much as they were.
Everyone had the urge to stop fighting, but seeing their great courage and the fact that they were always the first to charge forward, they gave up...
Fight to the death,
For no other reason,
So that we may be with their gods!
A devastating storm engulfed the Dark Camel People army, like a ravenous demon, a rebel against the gods in mythology, ravaging the entire Dark Camel People defense line. The already crumbling and damaged lines were easily torn open, gaping gaps appearing everywhere.
Many of the Dark Camel People who were swept away by the storm never came out alive.
A deafening roar, seemingly capable of shaking the heavens and earth, resounded, accompanied by the familiar sounds of their native tongue. This was the great Dark Camel People God in battle, still displaying divine might to every brave Dark Camel People warrior.
The gods are with them; the gods are fighting alongside them!
Hearing the call of the gods, the Dark Camel People were energized, as if they had been injected with adrenaline, and struggled to block the destructive storm in front of them, preventing them from advancing an inch.
Their resilient physique and unwavering fighting spirit will unleash even greater power, giving them an absolute belief that they can defeat any enemy!
To stop these puppet armies from advancing and prevent them from taking a single step into the rear,
They didn't know what lay behind them, only the command from their gods: even in death, face forward!
What's behind us?
Deep behind the front lines, hundreds of altars could be seen arranged in specific positions. Each altar was exactly the same, like a copy-pasted backup. Even the movements of the personnel moving on them were completely synchronized.
Mysterious wizard runes covered all the altars, and amidst the surging energy, these runes seemed to be living beings, constantly changing their positions on the altars.
An aura from beyond this world resonates here; the fiercer the battle ahead, the stronger this aura becomes.
In the center of these hundreds of altars is a small room that anyone would subconsciously overlook.
Of course, this building is small in size compared to these altars that are hundreds of meters high; this room can still accommodate hundreds of people working at the same time.
If a wizard skilled in magic arrays were here, he would surely see that the placement of these altars is entirely in accordance with the magic array. As for the room in the very center, it is the core of the magic array, the starting point of the magic array, and the most important position in the entire magic array.
The fighting has reignited on the front lines, and countless lives are being lost, but within this room, there is utter silence, completely unaffected by the chaos of battle.
Beneath the uniform wizard robes were expressionless, cold-blooded faces. Although none of them deliberately displayed their aura, the strong presence of Level Three Great Wizard made it impossible for the battlefield atmosphere emanating from afar to be concealed.
Before each of them was a glowing magic circle, within which a large amount of information was flashing.
If Leo were here, he would be incredibly shocked, because the information these Level Three Great Wizard saw was even more comprehensive than what he had seen in the Fate Wizard Book.
"The situation on the battlefield is not good. Those two Dark Camel People World Lord will most likely not survive this attack."
A cold voice rang out, in which the deaths of World Lord were described as nothing more than the deaths of two ants.
"Reinforcements are on their way. They won't be these useless trash coming, but Stigmata Wizard. We can safely get through the next hundred years."
"That's perfect. I'm fed up with these inferior natives. They're so weak, yet Heavenly Capital self-satisfied. I can't understand their reason for existence. If being moved could be exchanged for strength, then the rules of the universe would be based on who sheds more tears. If it weren't for the great Wizard Will, they should have been sent to their deaths long ago." Another Level Three Great Wizard commented.
"To die fighting for the great Wizard Will is their sole reason for existence, the very essence of their being!"
The hundreds of Level Three Great Wizard paid no heed to the Dark Camel People army that had fallen on the front lines, their tone as cold as a blast of cold air blowing down from a millennium-old glacier.
"One of the Dark Camel People World Lord is dead, and the second is seriously injured."
" The Dark Camel People have suffered over 50% casualties, leaving fewer than ten million remaining."
"It's expected to hold for another half hour."
With the defensive line about to be breached and the situation so urgent, these Level Three Great Wizard remained completely unmoved, speaking calmly as if it were nothing to do with them.
"Reinforcements have arrived; they are the Atomic Control Stigmata Wizard and the Boiling Blood Tyrant Body Stigmata Wizard."
A series of intelligence reports were updated on the magic circle in front of them, giving them access to the latest intelligence developments.
A wizard lightly tapped the magic circle, and information about Leo and the Boiling Blood Tyrant Body Stigmata Wizard was retrieved.
" The Atomic Control Stigmata Wizard is Elemental Body Tempering Stigmata Wizard, who ascended 425 years ago. He commands two independent worlds and a medium-sized world that occupies 30% of his territory. At level three, he twice achieved the feat of killing Level-Four World Lord, and once killed Level Four Stigmata Wizard. He is a recipient of the Special-Class Wizard Medal."
"The battle began 17 years ago, and so far, 10 Lord of Souls of the same level have been killed. There is also an uncertain direct connection between the death of a Level-Five Lord of Souls and this event."
"This is a top-tier Level Four Stigmata Wizard!"
"However, he hasn't joined the Elemental School and is currently neutral."
If Leo were here to hear such detailed information about himself, he would be extremely shocked, because the people who read out his information so calmly were not some kind of Stigmata Wizard, but a group of Level Three Great Wizard.
Even the death of the Level-Five Lord of Souls, which he had been hiding, is recorded here!
It's unimaginable how much control these wizards have over intelligence; even if they wanted to investigate other Stigmata Wizard, they wouldn't have this level of authority!
" The Boiling Blood Tyrant Body Stigmata Wizard advanced in 1058. His strength was less than half that of the Atomic Control Stigmata Wizard, and his battle record was less than a third of the Atomic Control Stigmata Wizard. He joined the Body Refinement School when he advanced to Stigmata Wizard."
If the Boiling Blood Tyrant Body heard all the information, it would definitely be furious. It clearly had more detailed information, but here, Level Three Great Wizard said that his strength was less than half that of Atomic Control Stigmata Wizard.
However, the Boiling Blood Tyrant Body certainly didn't want to see the faces of these Level Three Great Wizard. When they heard that Leo was neutral, their expressions were still quite calm, but when they heard that he belonged to the Body Refinement School, every Level Three Great Wizard showed a disdainful expression.
He, a level four Stigmata Body Refinement Wizard, was looked down upon by a group of Level Three Great Wizard!
"Very well, everyone is aware of the situation. You know what you should and shouldn't say. If you violate the prohibitions and suffer the backlash and death, don't blame anyone else."
"Yes."
After the bland reply, the room fell silent again. Everyone stared at the wizard's magic circle in front of them, like wooden figures that wouldn't move, wouldn't blink, and couldn't do anything.
Rewind to a few minutes earlier, on the fierce battlefield, white beams of light, tens of thousands of meters in diameter, crashed down from the sky.
The powerful spatial energy fluctuations silenced the battlefield instantly. Under the watchful eyes of countless people, numerous powerful troops emerged from the white pillar of light.