I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 137 The Demise of the Gods

The jagged beams of light shooting into the sky from the church area swayed in the night sky, painting the city of Erosia into an eerie scene.

The sirens blared piercing the sky, and countless figures began to surge toward the pillar of light, gradually plunging the city into chaos.

Jemin and his companions had thought that with such a commotion, escaping the royal city would be extremely difficult.

Serafina's presence was almost minimized, thanks to her unique talent: even when facing a demigod, she could buy precious time to escape.

Kelene shimmered with complex light, Anya was surrounded by a faint green glow, and Rex's fingertips danced with intricate runes.

In addition to their individual talents, the group also generously used high-level magical artifacts to cast protective spells on themselves.

Rex had even arranged for his army of constructs to wait in a secluded forest on the outskirts, ready to provide support at any time.

Once the enemy deploys demigod-level forces, this massive construct cluster will immediately self-destruct as a delaying tactic, buying them time to escape.

However, to everyone's surprise, their escape went exceptionally smoothly.

Although the capital was in a state of chaos, with alarms blaring, it was puzzling that no high-ranking officials who could truly take charge had yet emerged.

It was as if the entire kingdom's high-ranking officials, including a dozen legendary powerhouses, had secretly vanished.

“Strange…” A strong sense of doubt welled up in Jemin’s mind.

This chaos is not an inevitable effect of the activation of the magic array.

On the contrary, this "leaderless" state seems more like there are other reasons secretly hindering the capital's command system.

"Could there be others involved?"

"uncertain……"

"But it's a good thing for us."

"Never mind, let's get out of here as soon as possible!"

They made their way through the city without any obstacles and soon broke through the outer defenses of the royal city, disappearing into the dense forest outside the city.

Soon, the group stood on a small hill on the outskirts of the royal city, with the brightly lit but chaotic city of Erosia behind them, and the faint sounds of alarms and the cries of the people in their ears.

It can now be confirmed that they did indeed escape.

Just then, the five people suddenly changed their expressions and almost simultaneously looked up.

The sky, which should have been illuminated by the mixed lights above the capital, was now occupied by an even more terrifying sight—a huge crack!

Like a void cleaved open by a giant axe, it was deep and twisted, radiating a chilling fluctuation of laws.

That was the sight of the dimensional barrier being torn apart!

Jemin's pupils contracted sharply.

“This…how is this possible?!” he blurted out.

Even though it's not yet time to tally contributions for this month, why have the high-ranking wizards already torn down the barriers?

Most importantly, this time the wizards that appeared were not just a projection of a high-level wizard as usual, but several phantom images of high-level wizards appeared at once!
Almost the instant the dimensional rift fully opened, several enormous and blurry figures emerged from it in succession!

These phantoms, merely standing outside the dimensional rift, exuded a vast and immense pressure, like an abyss, causing the air throughout the entire Erosian plane to tremble.

This power was so strong that it sent shivers down the spines of these low-level wizards.

Almost at the same time the figure of the high-ranking wizard appeared, in the sky of the Erosian plane, beams of brilliant divine light shot up from the depths of the temple in the royal capital, from the distant holy mountain, and from the place where the power of faith converged.

Those are the gods of this plane!

They sensed the dimensional barrier being torn apart and immediately projected themselves onto it.

The phantoms of the gods immediately appeared around the dimensional rift. They were covered in holy light and had majestic faces, but when they saw the phantoms of the several high-ranking wizards, their calm expressions changed drastically, and their eyes were filled with shock, anger and vigilance!

"Wizard!" a god roared angrily.

Immediately, a fierce war broke out between the two sides!

Vast divine power and profound sorcery collided violently outside the dimensional barrier. Each impact was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, or like two mountain ranges colliding, producing a deafening roar.

That was a clash between laws, a contest between wills.

The entire night sky trembled, and the aftershocks of energy, like a gale, caused the lights of the capital city below to flicker.

However, this time, the wizards seem to have no intention of holding back.

They no longer merely sent out a phantom to probe or intimidate as they had done in the past. Instead, several high-ranking wizards joined forces and swiftly shattered the surrounding divine phantoms with overwhelming force!
"This is...so powerful!" Kelen murmured to himself.

The others remained silent, but their eyes were also filled with shock. This was probably the first time they had ever witnessed high-level wizards going all out, and the phantoms of the gods seemed incredibly fragile in their presence.

The holy light dimmed rapidly under the corrosive influence of the sorcery, the defensive array was torn apart instantly, and those gods who were usually high and mighty now roared in anger and resentment under the sorcerer's attack. Their bodies continued to disintegrate and then struggled to reassemble.

The gods fought back fiercely, summoning their legions of angels to unleash divine punishment, and holy light surged toward the wizard like a tide.

The holy light dissipated, the figure dimmed, and the angel vanished into specks of light amidst its roar.

As destruction loomed, a colossal and ancient divine phantom suddenly roared across the entire plane—it was the phantom of the supreme god!
He let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with shock, rage, and resolve.

The surrounding gods were momentarily stunned, then they too absorbed their remaining faith power, igniting divine fire, clearly preparing to increase their strength, draw upon the plane's origin, and perish together with the enemy...

And then... the war ended.

Jemin and the others felt as if everything in front of them had suddenly jumped between frames.

Just a second ago, a fierce collision at the level of laws was taking place in the sky, and the roar of the supreme god was still echoing in our ears. Everything was rushing toward a mutually destructive outcome.

But the next second, the scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

All the gods, including the roaring supreme god and the struggling chief god, were firmly imprisoned by the wizards in all sorts of incomprehensible ways.

Some were bound by chains, some were imprisoned by runes, and some were thrown into mysterious bottles; none escaped.

The angel legion was like lambs to the slaughter, captured by the wizards in droves, leaving none alive!
The phantom representing the gods in the sky gradually dissipated, leaving only the original body held in the palm of the wizard's phantom.

This means that the gods have been completely sealed away, like captured experimental subjects, silently suspended in mid-air, having lost their former holiness and majesty.

The bizarre and rapid scene transitions even made Jemin and his friends feel nauseous.

By the time Jemin and his friends realized what had happened, everything was already over.

The wizards have meticulously sealed away the gods and angels they have captured using various methods.

In that brief moment, it felt as if a war spanning several eras had taken place.

However, in an area unknown to Jemin and his companions, the mental energy released by the high-ranking wizards formed a temporary mental domain, where powerful wills were rapidly colliding with each other.

Each collision transmits a massive amount of information to the surrounding area... In fact, it's a large "group chat" temporarily set up by high-level wizards.

"No wonder that old man Locke suddenly made a move when he was tallying up contributions last time. It turns out he caught sight of these little guys' actions and wanted to capture the gods first!" An old voice said with a hint of displeasure.

"I knew this old man had a bad idea. He was trying to strike first! He always does this, stealing kills!" another voice complained.

"These kids these days are really ruthless. Their methods of corrupting faith remind me of when I first explored this kind of plane..."

"You're talking nonsense! Back then, you were a coward like a dog, hiding in the back for ages before you dared to come out!"

"You bastard, do you want to fight?!"

"Come on, let's hurt each other! Believe me or not, I'll secretly dissect all your experimental subjects!"

Although a group of high-ranking wizards in the spiritual realm were hurling insults at each other without any regard for decorum, they still appeared respectable on the surface.

His posture was upright, exuding a powerful aura of authority.

After taking all the gods, and even the angels, into their possession, the group of high-ranking wizards nodded modestly in the direction of Jemin and his companions, as if acknowledging their contribution.

Then, without looking back, they turned around, passed through the huge dimensional rift, and left the Erosian plane.

Jemin rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.

He had a feeling that one of the high-ranking wizards looked bruised and battered (Lock the wizard who had just been surrounded and beaten up by a group of high-ranking wizards), but he couldn't be sure.

The dimensional rift healed rapidly after they left, and the sky returned to darkness, with only the direction of the capital still flickering with eerie, mixed light.

Everything returned to calm, as if the earth-shattering battle just now was merely an illusion.

The five people stood in the dense forest, looking at each other in disbelief and shock.

They thought their pollution plan was just giving high-level wizards an "opportunity," a momentary "window of opportunity."

Unexpectedly, the high-ranking wizards acted so quickly, striking as soon as they spotted an opportunity.

Just as Jemin was still processing the astonishing scene he had just witnessed, a light flashed on his magical artifact—it was an active contact from the wizarding camp.

A deep and authoritative voice entered their consciousness directly: "This trial mission has been completed ahead of schedule. All apprentices, return to camp immediately. Your contributions will be evaluated based on your performance in the plane!"

Upon hearing this news, even though he himself had orchestrated all of this, Jemin was still somewhat dazed.

Is this... the end?

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