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

Chapter 271 Meat Grinder

The coordinate signal emitted by Jemin acted like a lighthouse in the darkness, piercing through the turbulent currents of the unstable spatial channel and immediately giving the wizards, who were still searching for a way out of the spatial turbulence, direction.

The circular portal behind him erupted like a volcanic eruption, unleashing a torrent of war from the wizarding civilization!

Countless grotesque bio-engineered behemoths roared out. Among them were corrosive beasts covered in bone armor and spewing acid, hunters as swift as shadows with claws tearing through the air, and siege crabs as heavy as mountains, whose every step caused the ground to tremble.

Closely following behind was the cold, icy legion of war golems, their steel bodies gleaming with enchanted light, their eyes shooting out scorching disintegrating rays, marching in perfect unison, forming an ironclad defensive line.

This wave of flesh and steel instantly crossed the "island" formed by Jemin and the black giant, and crashed hard into the Holy Army that was surging in like locusts that blotted out the sky!

"Roar!!!"

"kill!!!"

The moment of impact, the most intense meat grinder is formed.

Roars, the clash of weapons, the explosion of energy, the cracking of bones, the twisting of steel...

Countless voices converge here to form a brutal symphony of war.

The bio-beast's claws tore through the Saint's scales, while the Saint's bone blades, imbued with wind power, easily severed the bio-beast's limbs.

The war golem's rays vaporized hordes of holy minions, but even more minions, with their agile bodies, climbed onto the golem's body and frantically pounded at its joints and energy core with their bone blades.

Blood, bits of flesh, and broken metal parts poured down like a torrential rain, instantly turning the magnificent altar into a terrifying red and black hue.

The sunlight was completely blocked by the densely packed figures, plunging the battlefield into an eerie gloom.

Only the glow of witchcraft, the blue light of wind power, and the flames of explosions flickered, illuminating distorted, crazed, or indifferent faces.

However, the situation did not reverse as quickly as Jemin had expected; instead, it fell into a brutal stalemate.

There are two main reasons.

Firstly, the difference in strength between the two sides is not significant.

The vanguard cannon fodder sent out by the wizard legion had an average strength roughly equivalent to elite warriors (level two) in the Holy War, with only a handful of individuals reaching the Holy Spirit level (level three beings).

The Holy Army was not only terrifying in number, but the number of Holy Spirits mixed in with it also far exceeded expectations.

Occasionally, a wizard might attempt to perform a large-scale spell by passing through a portal, only to be immediately entangled by holy spirits that outnumber him many times over, making it difficult to exert his power effectively.

Secondly, the "flow" limitation of the channel.

A perfectly circular portal with a diameter of only one kilometer is far too narrow for a war of this scale.

In particular, the war creations of wizards are generally enormous. Even Jemin's thirty-meter-tall black giant is considered "small" among them, not to mention some specialized giant units that can reach nearly a hundred meters in length.

This severely limits the efficiency of the wizards' troop deployment per unit of time, causing the wizards to always be at a numerical disadvantage on local battlefields.

Jemin stood on the black giant's shoulder, with the "Great Light Phase" behind him continuously spewing out destructive torrents of energy.

Wherever it passed, holy servants fell like wheat being harvested, and no being could withstand it for even a moment.

But the number of enemies was simply too great, so great that it was suffocating.

They trampled over the corpses of their comrades, like endless waves surging in, as if they wanted to drown him and the portal with their flesh and blood.

Normal creatures would have collapsed long ago if they encountered such a horrific massacre, but clearly, this does not apply to fanatical believers who are already obsessed with divine pronouncements.

"Tsk, what a hassle..." Jemin muttered to himself.

With precise precision, a torrent of energy converging tens of thousands of energy projectiles shattered the wind pressure trap set up by a dozen Holy Spirits attempting a flanking attack. Then, countless energy projectiles, under Jemin's control, scattered and flew away, obliterating the opposing force to dust amidst their despairing gazes.

He glanced at the sky with fear and apprehension. The four storm-like wills were exerting increasing pressure, like divine punishment about to descend, making him feel intensely uneasy.

Above the sky, the exchange between the four holy gods reached a crucial moment.

"The closure of the spatial gate has been disrupted! It's the beings on the other side maintaining the passage!" The God of Blades' divine sense was filled with rage.

"We can't wait any longer! These intruders are strange; we must nip them in the bud!" the God of Gale roared.

"Let's attack together and destroy that passage!" The God of Blades made the decision.

The four terrifying wills completely coalesced, and the wind and clouds above the altar changed color.

Four attacks, powerful enough to tear apart mountains and evaporate rivers, began to converge. The destructive energy fluctuations caused the bio-beasts fighting below to let out instinctive howls of fear.

"They're here!" Jemin's eyes sharpened.

With a thought, the two black giants let out a deep roar, their massive bodies crouching slightly as energy frantically gathered on their surfaces, preparing to withstand the impending divine punishment.

At this critical moment!
Three incredibly powerful auras burst forth from the spatial gate, arriving first despite being later, and met the four world-destroying attacks head-on!

They are three level four wizards!
Since the three forces, including the Norren Workshop, did not send any inspectors, and Dionysius Spencer did not directly intervene, they became the strongest fighting force in this expedition!
The higher a wizard's rank, the more difficult it becomes. Despite more than thirty years of plundering, no new fourth-level wizards have been born in the expeditionary force.

It can be said that these three veteran powerhouses are the only high-end combat force that the expeditionary force can currently deploy.

A violent energy collision erupted high in the sky, and the dazzling light even temporarily dispelled the darkness of the battlefield. The dissipated energy shockwaves blew away the nearby Holy Warriors and bio-beasts.

The figures of the four holy gods finally became clear in the light; they were four enormous holy servants shrouded in endless wind pressure and divine light.

They were both shocked and furious, never expecting their opponent to have such a powerful figure.

At this point, Jemin finally understood the level of these four deities: level five beings.

Moreover, each of them has gone extremely far within the level five of beings.

Fortunately, the wizard race is inherently powerful enough in combat; a level four wizard is capable of killing a level five being.

The three level-four wizards each locked onto an opponent and instantly engaged in battle.

The collision of the brilliance of witchcraft and divine power made the sky seem about to shatter.

Jemin keenly sensed that the three level-four wizards did not seem to be going all out. Their attacks were precise and efficient, but lacked the decisiveness to kill in one blow. They seemed to be testing and restraining the enemy.

“Are you worried about attracting something even more troublesome…” Jemin immediately understood their concerns.

After all, there is no time to gather information about this world yet, and no one knows whether there are even more advanced beings in this world after these four gods.

The last unrestrained Holy Spirit cast his cold gaze upon Jemin and the spatial gate below.

All the wizards present who were free exchanged glances, instantly confirming their thoughts.

"Is Lord Dionysius Spencer still not ready? Well, we'll just have to hold off this one for now." Jemin took a deep breath. "What a hassle. I prefer fighting opponents of higher levels..."

The two black giants let out a deafening battle roar and took the initiative to meet the holy god who was swooping down!
Led by the two black giants, several level-three wizards also soared into the sky.

The ground is a grinding mill of flesh and blood for hundreds of millions of soldiers, while the sky is a terrifying battlefield where the strong clash.

This spatial gate, only one kilometer in diameter, became the front line of the brutal collision between two worlds and two civilizations.

(End of this chapter)