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

Chapter 273 The Weak God (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

With the portal now fully secured, the wizarding legion's troop deployment reached its peak.

The situation on the battlefield instantly transformed from a brutal stalemate into a one-sided crushing defeat.

Countless magical radiances became the dominant theme on the battlefield.

Low-level acid arrows and fireballs rained down like a storm, while high-level meteor showers and extreme cold ice prisons covered large areas.

Various curses, mental shocks, and bizarre sorcery such as flesh distortions spread silently among the Holy Warriors. Furthermore, combined sorcery and even super-large-scale war array sorcery were being cast together, cleansing the earth like divine punishment.

The holy warriors initially attempted a counterattack with their fanatical faith and numerical superiority, but their resistance proved futile in the face of overwhelming firepower and unpredictable attack methods.

A single wind blade might be able to cleave through a few fireballs, but it would be followed by hundreds of attacks of other attributes.

Vast swathes of holy servants were evaporated, decomposed, frozen, and distorted amidst the dazzling yet deadly radiance of sorcery...

Ultimately, it melted away rapidly, like snow beneath molten lava.

This is no longer a war, but a highly efficient massacre.

Even the deeply brainwashed holy servants, faced with such hopeless destruction, finally succumbed to the primal fear that overwhelmed their fanatical faith, and began to flee en masse.

However, at this stage, escape has become a pipe dream.

The wizards had already laid a trap, with spatial blockades, gravity traps, and mental illusions...

The road to retreat is more deadly than the front line of an attack.

The battle in the sky was also nearing its end.

After receiving Dionysius Spencer's final confirmation that "no Level 6 exists," the three Level 4 wizards, who had been holding back, no longer had any reservations.

"The game is over," a level four wizard coldly announced.

The staff in his hand burst forth with a blinding light, and the previously entangled sorcery instantly became violent and deadly.

Another wizard summoned a massive elemental vortex with a wave of his hand, forcibly stripping and devouring the opponent's divine power.

The third one directly unleashed a complex domain of geometric runes, trapping the holy god within it and subjecting him to the crushing force of the rules.

The three holy gods roared and struggled in terror, their divine power appearing so weak under the full force of a true fourth-level wizard.

In the blink of an eye, their divine bodies began to crumble, their light dimmed rapidly, and their defeat was only a matter of time.

Seeing his companions about to perish, the God of Blades, who had been locked in battle with the Black Giants and the Level 3 Wizards, completely panicked.

He bravely withstood several spells, then used a full-force horizontal slash to force back the two troublesome black giants. He turned and transformed into a streak of light, attempting to tear through space and escape.

"Hehehehehehehe... Want to leave now? Too late."

A chilling voice seemed to come from the depths of the underworld.

Accompanied by a chilling laugh, a gigantic hand made entirely of eerie blue energy struggled to penetrate the still slightly pulsating spatial gate.

Wherever the giant hand passed, the space itself groaned in agony, unable to bear the weight.

It traversed a vast distance, appearing instantly above the God of Blades' head, and then... it grabbed down!
"No! What is this?!" The God of Blades let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream.

He felt as if he were being crushed by the weight of the entire world. His proud cutting power was like child's play under this giant hand, unable to even tear space apart.

He struggled frantically, his blood splattering everywhere, but he couldn't budge him an inch.

Dionysius Spencer's voice echoed clearly across the battlefield through the portal, carrying the cruelty of a cat catching a mouse: "Got you, little bug. Your fate ends here."

Under countless horrified gazes, the gigantic blue hand, grasping the Blade God's desperate wails, slowly dragged him toward the spatial gate. The Blade God's screams abruptly ceased, finally vanishing completely into the darkness behind the gate, leaving only a lingering echo filled with utter terror and resentment:
"Do not!!!"

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of the remaining three Holy Spirits and all the Holy Servants who witnessed it.

"The Creator God... has the Creator God been resurrected?!" A holy god, who was suppressed and powerless to fight back, murmured in a daze, his fighting will collapsing instantly.

That momentary lapse in concentration gave the three level-four wizards an excellent opportunity.

Imprisonment, sealing, stripping... a series of prepared methods were used in an instant, easily capturing the three holy gods who were already at their last gasp.

The gods were defeated, and faith collapsed.

On the ground battlefield, the surviving holy warriors were ashen-faced, and their last shred of will to resist vanished.

It is unknown who was the first to throw down their weapons and prostrate themselves on the ground. Then, like a tidal wave, millions of holy servants knelt down to show their submission.

Upon seeing this, the wizards also stopped their indiscriminate killing.

After all, living prisoners meant labor, experimental subjects, and renewable resources, far more valuable than cold corpses.

Of course, a large number of holy servants still took advantage of the chaos to scatter and flee, and the wizards were not in a hurry to pursue them—in this plane that had been determined to be "without high-level threats," it was only a matter of time before the remaining resistance forces were eliminated, and they could not escape this world.

Jemin joined the other wizards in cleaning up the wrecked battlefield.

Collect valuable spoils of war, escort prisoners, and dispose of corpses.

More importantly, it allows us to obtain detailed information about this world through "soul searching".

He found a relatively intact corpse of a holy spirit, placed his hand on its forehead, and brutally invaded its fragmented soul with his spiritual power.

A flood of information rushed into my mind: the history of the Holy Continent, the structure of the four great empires, the legend of the Gate of the World, and... how the four "Holy Gods" maintained their rule by monopolizing resources and suppressing newly promoted Holy Spirits.

“I see…” Jemin withdrew his hand, a mocking sneer appearing on his lips.

He had always felt that the power structure of this world was distorted, with a huge gap between the top combat power (level 5) and the next level (level 3), and now he finally understood the root cause.

A level three wizard who had also just completed a soul search couldn't help but sneer, "What a frog in a well! A mere level five creature dares to call itself a 'god'? It's utterly absurd!"

Jemin nodded in deep agreement.

In the wizarding civilization, from the time of apprenticeship, the vastness of the multiverse and the endless levels of power were clearly explained.

This understanding keeps wizards in awe of the unknown and thirst for knowledge, deeply aware of their own insignificance, and thus constantly striving to surpass themselves.

Although this pressure will eliminate some of the less determined, those who survive are all seekers of the Way who have a clear understanding of the world.

In a world like the Sacred Continent, the strongest individuals grow up to reach the top of the local food chain, but their vision is limited to a single region.

Over time, this fostered an incurable arrogance, leading them to consider themselves "gods."

Little did they know that, on the scale of endless planes, their so-called "divine positions" were nothing more than a joke in the eyes of the powerful.

“The cleanup continues,” came the voice of a fourth-level wizard, interrupting Jemin’s thoughts. “Establish an outpost as soon as possible. We must thoroughly ‘digest’ this world.”

"learn!"

Jemin nodded to the level three wizard and then turned back to cleaning up the battlefield.

The conquest has only just begun.

(End of this chapter)