Chapter 273: Feeble Gods
With the spatial gate fully stabilized, the wizard legion’s troop deployment reached its peak.
The battlefield shifted from a brutal stalemate to an overwhelming rout in an instant.
Countless arcane glows became the battlefield’s dominant theme.
Low-level acid arrows and fireballs rained like a storm, while high-level spells like Meteor Fall and Arctic Prison enveloped vast areas.
Curses, mental assaults, and flesh-warping spells spread silently among the Holy Servants, with composite spells and massive war array spells purging the land like divine retribution.
Initially, the Holy Servants relied on fervent faith and numerical superiority to counterattack, but against the sheer density of firepower and insidious attack methods, their resistance was feeble.
A wind blade might cleave a few fireballs, but hundreds of other elemental attacks followed.
Swathes of Holy Servants were vaporized, disintegrated, frozen, or twisted in the dazzling yet deadly arcane radiance…
Like snow under molten lava, they melted away swiftly.This was no longer war but an efficient slaughter.
Even the deeply indoctrinated Holy Servants, facing such hopeless devastation, succumbed to primal fear overriding their fanatic faith, leading to mass desertions.
But at this stage, escape was a luxury.
The wizards had woven a net of traps—spatial locks, gravity snares, mental mazes…
The paths of retreat were deadlier than the frontlines.
The aerial battle neared its end.
After Dionysius Spencer’s confirmation of “no sixth-tier entities,” the three fourth-rank wizards, previously restrained, unleashed their full might.
“The game is over,” one fourth-rank wizard declared coldly.
His staff erupted in blinding light, transforming his entangling spells into ferocious, lethal strikes.
Another wizard summoned a massive elemental vortex, forcibly stripping and devouring his opponent’s divine power.
The third unleashed a complex geometric rune domain, trapping a Holy God and crushing it with the weight of rules.
The three Holy Gods roared in terror and struggled, their divine power feeble against the full force of fourth-rank wizards.
In moments, their divine bodies began to crack, their radiance fading rapidly, their defeat a matter of time.
Seeing his comrades’ imminent downfall, the God of Blades, entangled with the black giants and third-rank wizards, panicked.
Enduring several spell hits, he unleashed a desperate full-force slash to force back the relentless giants, transforming into a streak of light to tear through space and flee.
“Jie jie jie jie jie… Trying to run now? Too late.”
A chilling voice, as if from the netherworld, echoed.
With a bone-chilling laugh, a massive hand of pure blue energy struggled through the faintly rippling spatial gate.
Where it passed, space groaned under the strain.
Crossing vast distances, it appeared above the God of Blades and clamped down!
“No! What is this?!” the God of Blades wailed in unprecedented agony.
He felt crushed by the weight of an entire world, his vaunted cutting divine power as futile as a child’s toy, unable to even tear space.
He struggled frantically, divine blood splattering, but could not budge an inch.
Dionysius Spencer’s voice rang across the battlefield from beyond the gate, laced with cruel amusement: “Caught you, little bug. Your fate ends here.”
Under countless horrified gazes, the blue hand dragged the despairing, screaming God of Blades toward the spatial gate.
His cries cut off abruptly, vanishing into the darkness beyond, leaving only a lingering echo of ultimate fear and unwillingness: “NO!!!”
This scene shattered the remaining three Holy Gods’ and all witnessing Holy Servants’ mental defenses.
“The Creator God… Has He awakened?!” a suppressed Holy God muttered in a daze, his will to fight collapsing.
This moment of distraction gave the three fourth-rank wizards a perfect opportunity.
Binding, sealing, stripping… a series of prepared techniques fell instantly, easily capturing the three exhausted Holy Gods.
The gods defeated, faith crumbled.
On the ground, the surviving Holy Servants, ashen-faced, lost their last shred of resistance.
Someone dropped their weapon and knelt, followed by millions more, submitting like a receding tide.
The wizards ceased their indiscriminate slaughter.
After all, living captives meant labor, test subjects, and renewable resources—far more valuable than cold corpses.
Of course, many Holy Servants fled in the chaos, but the wizards didn’t rush to pursue. In a plane deemed “free of high-level threats,” mopping up resistance was only a matter of time; none could escape this world.
Jie Ming joined the other wizards in cleaning up the ravaged battlefield.
Collecting valuable spoils, escorting captives, disposing of corpses.
More crucially, gathering detailed intelligence through “soul searching.”
He found a relatively intact Holy Spirit corpse, pressed his hand to its forehead, and brutally invaded its fragmented soul with his mental energy.
A flood of information poured into his mind: the history of the Sacred Continent, the structure of the four empires, the legend of the World Gate, and… how the four “Holy Gods” maintained their rule by monopolizing resources and suppressing rising Holy Spirits.
“So that’s how it is…” Jie Ming withdrew his hand, a mocking sneer on his lips.
He had always found this world’s power structure warped, with a vast gap between the top-tier (fifth-level) and the next (third-level). Now he understood why.
A nearby third-rank wizard, also finishing a soul search, snorted coldly: “Frogs in a well! Mere fifth-tier beings daring to call themselves ‘gods’—utterly absurd!”
Jie Ming nodded in agreement.
In the wizard civilization, from the apprentice stage, the vastness of the multiverse and the infinite tiers of power were drilled into them.
This awareness instilled a reverence for the unknown and a thirst for knowledge, recognizing their own insignificance and driving them to transcend.
While this pressure weeded out the weak-willed, those who survived were seekers with a clear understanding of the world.
In contrast, worlds like the Sacred Continent bred top-tier beings who, upon reaching the local pinnacle, became confined to their narrow domain.
Over time, this bred irredeemable arrogance, leading them to claim “godhood.”
Little did they know, on the scale of the endless multiverse, their “divinity” was a mere jest to true powerhouses.
“Continue the cleanup,” a fourth-rank wizard’s voice interrupted Jie Ming’s thoughts. “Establish a forward base quickly. We’re to thoroughly ‘digest’ this world.”
“Understood!”
Jie Ming and the third-rank wizard nodded, resuming their battlefield duties.
The conquest had only just begun.