"People like you will never understand the greatness of your master, and going against him will be the biggest mistake of your lives."
"In the presence of its master, every life pales in comparison."
Wrath Warhammer swept his eyes across the World Lord under his control, none of them showed any anger; instead, they all wore expressions of fanatical worship.
It was as if the traitorous Atomic Control was not the villain who controlled them, but Saint leading them in pursuit of the Great Way.
"Madman."
There's no need to say much to someone whose thinking has become abnormal; the weapon in hand is the best tool for communication.
However, knowing the attitudes of these World Lord towards the traitor Atomic Control, Wrath Warhammer became even more cautious.
These World Lord, whose minds are clearly warped, are unpredictable; no one knows what insane thing they might do next.
The fierce battle raged on. The mothership, in coordination with the attacks of the Stigmata Wizard and the World Lord, fired its main and secondary guns furiously, but not a single attack could hit its opponent, not even Level-Four World Lord.
The mothership is said to have the ability to single-handedly assassinate Level-Four World Lord, but since this claim was first made, it has never succeeded even once.
The ten World Lord firmly blocked the expeditionary army led by the Stigmata Wizard before the World Barrier, Wrath Warhammer was about to explode with rage.
Just as they were about to kill their opponent, they suddenly reached their energy limit, their crazed eyes fixed on them, and they abandoned their defenses to charge at them in a frenzied attack.
At that moment, even though they knew they could finish off their opponent in just a few seconds, they had no choice but to abandon their attack and run away.
By the time they retreated to a safe position, the enemy's self-destruction had ceased, and their injuries had healed during this time.
The battle returned to its initial stage, and the advantage they had painstakingly gained vanished.
These guys are clearly trying to scare them with the suicide bombing.
But they had no choice but to fall for it, because they couldn't be sure which self-destruction was real; even he couldn't withstand Level-Four World Lord's close-range self-destruction.
They don't have the ability to resurrect; once they're dead, they're truly dead.
The ten World Lord on the other side—we don't need many; just four or six self-destructing would be enough to wipe out their entire expeditionary army.
"Hahaha, trash! I never thought you wizards would have a day like this."
The words of the Level-Five Lord of Souls made the Wrath Warhammer want to tear him apart, but anger could not solve anything.
If this fighting continues, with them constantly entangled at the world barrier, not only will they be unable to withstand it, but the mothership may also suffer problems due to the aftershocks of the battle.
"Alright then, considering we're old rivals, I'll grant you a safe landing. Let's see which of our warriors is stronger, and you'll have the chance to experience the greatness of your master."
With a wave of his hand, the Level-Five Lord of Souls led his people away, simply leaving the world barrier behind.
Looking at the healing world barrier and the truly retreating Lord of Souls, Wrath Warhammer hesitated slightly under the questioning gazes of the other ten World Lord:
"Since they're telling us to land, then we'll land."
"Mothership has arrived."
Despite concerns that the Lord of Souls might sabotage the mothership's arrival, Wrath Warhammer had no choice but to allow it to descend.
Rather than fighting in the starry sky, it would be better to battle within the world, where they can unleash their full potential.
At the level of World Lord, they dare not unleash their full power because of their opponent's self-destruction, but this doesn't matter on lower-level battlefields.
The wizards' expeditionary force will show their cobbled-together, low-level army what terror and crushing might truly mean.
The Wrath Warhammer and ten World Lord closely guarded the mothership, wary of the Lord of Souls might suddenly launch a sneak attack.
When the mothership arrived, there was no sneak attack from the Lord of Souls. Instead, after the mothership landed, the Lord of Souls and his army had already stopped some distance away from the mothership.
"Wizard, release your expeditionary army! You're sluggish like a baby who can't walk. My troops have been waiting for you until their hair turns white."
The Level-Five Lord of Souls seized every opportunity to mock, constantly provoking the Wrath Warhammer Stigmata Wizard with words.
The Wrath Warhammer did not retaliate verbally, but instead stared coldly at the Lord of Souls. He had never been so insulted before; this was the first time.
The wizard who brought fear and destruction to countless civilizations around the world never imagined that one day he would be mocked by his former defeated enemy.
Unforgivable!
All the hatches on the mothership behind them opened, and the expeditionary force poured out quickly, assembling around the mothership under the command of the central command.
The Wrath Warhammer and the World Lord were on guard; this was the moment when they were most likely to be ambushed.
However, the Lord of Souls in the distance made no move to launch a sneak attack, allowing them to adjust their deployment as if he truly wanted to have a fair fight with them.
This scene, witnessed by Wrath Warhammer, filled him with anger, but also a sense of foreboding.
The party that makes such a rash decision must have a great deal of confidence in its own strength.
His gaze fell upon the army behind the Lord of Souls, and with just one glance, the eyes of the Wrath Warhammer changed.
Wizards, barbarians, elves, mechs, mechanical slaves, battle pets...
He saw even stricter discipline in those armies than in the wizard army, and the diverse races and troop types showed no signs of unfamiliarity or separation, meaning this army could employ a wider range of tactical combinations.
Moreover, their location clearly bears the characteristics of a wizard's amplification array!!
This was not the chaotic force they had originally imagined, but an army with absolutely formidable fighting power.
A bad feeling crept into Wrath Warhammer's heart. When the traitor Atomic Control and defected from the Great Wizard World, he took away hundreds of millions of low-level wizards.
Although those wizards were of low rank, they were not lacking in knowledge.
It seems that he used these wizards to build his own expeditionary army, and also incorporated other races into the original army.
Seeing the disdainful expressions of the Lord of Souls and the other World Lord, Wrath Warhammer's heart leaped into his throat.
That traitor is too powerful; no amount of caution is too much when it comes to him.
He tried to recall his memories of the traitor, searching for any information that might have been overlooked beyond the initial intelligence report.
He had seen that traitor only a handful of times.
Back then, he was only a Level Four Stigmata Wizard, having just entered the true Wizard World; he was the weakest Stigmata Wizard.
What excited him most was joining the Body Refinement Wizard School after completing his advancement to Stigmata Wizard, a school that all Body Refinement Wizard dreamed of.
However, the very school that all Body Refinement Wizard dreamed of joining was completely looked down upon by that traitor.
He was a humble and unassuming wizard, in whom one could not sense any complex emotions. His kind eyes were always filled with the Wisdom Radiance, as if he possessed the truth.
At that time, the traitor Atomic Control was already surrounded by multiple halos, and every time he appeared, he would inevitably attract the attention of many Stigmata Wizard.
That traitor was the dream role model for almost all Stigmata Wizard. Although no one admitted it, they all said in private that they wanted to become Stigmata Wizard like him.
He broke the record for the strength of the Stigmata Wizard, raising the upper limit of the Stigmata Wizard to a level that other experts of the same level could not achieve.
Or, to put it another way, from the third level onwards, all the wizards were behind him, striving to catch up with him.
All wizards pale in comparison to him, like starlight before a star.
Everyone believed he would be the next ascendant to become the Supreme Lord...
It wasn't until news broke that he had killed three Supreme Lord with his Level 6 strength and was wanted by the Wizard World that the Wizard World began to prohibit discussions about this traitor.
He had once found it unbelievable that traitor would betray the great wizarding civilization when he had already achieved everything other Stigmata Wizard envied.
What was before them clearly indicated that the traitorous wizard was preparing to wage war against the wizarding civilization.
Given his intelligence and understanding of the Wizard World, it's impossible for him to assemble a ragtag group of utterly incompetent people to fight against the Wizard World.
Therefore, the army before them could not possibly be the weak resistance they encountered when they were on expeditions to other worlds; it was more likely the strongest opponent they had ever faced.
Any negligence or arrogance could lead to their failure.
Wrath Warhammer immediately contacted the command center.
"Order all troops to exercise caution and prudence, and not to be rash or underestimate the enemy, for the enemy is, after all, the army under that person's command."
"Yes, the great Wrath Warhammer Stigmata Wizard."
Sure enough, after a short while, the expeditionary force made orderly adjustments, changed its war strategy, reduced its troop deployment, slowed down its speed, and strengthened its defense while increasing its offensive capabilities.
"The great Wrath Warhammer Stigmata Wizard, the expeditionary force is ready."
Although Wrath Warhammer sensed a growing unease among the opposing army, he still issued the order.
"Attack!"
In an instant, the wizarding expeditionary force launched a full-scale attack on the enemy!
This time they brought thirty million wizards, seven hundred million slaves, and the army of the World Lord.
Don't even mention conquering a medium-sized world; conquering three would be enough.
It's impossible for hundreds of millions of troops to attack simultaneously on a battlefield, but even on a battlefield spanning hundreds of square kilometers, tens of millions of troops still serve as the vanguard.
The aura of the Wrath Warhammer locked onto the Level-Five Lord of Souls on the opposite side, and the other World Lord also locked onto their opponents, preventing them from disturbing the low-level battlefield.
Their opponents shared the same mindset. Their auras locked onto them, yet they showed no fighting spirit whatsoever, watching the low-level battle with undisguised fascination as if anticipating an exciting unfolding drama!
The two armies were not far apart, and they reached their attack positions in just a few breaths!
In an instant, countless attacks appeared, crashing down on the opposing army.
Although the magic power of lower-level life forms is not as strong as that of their World Lord, their numbers are greater, with the number of life forms capable of unleashing attacks exceeding ten million in an instant.
The magical attack blocked out the sunlight, and the resulting energy storm shook the entire space.