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

Chapter 54 Participating in the War
Most importantly, he had only been in this area for a short time, so there was no reason for him to be discovered.

The only explanation is that the indigenous coalition had some kind of detection method that he had not anticipated.

"Damn it! Alchemy's detection range is still too small!"

When he tried to take off using the talismanic artifact, he discovered that the surrounding area was under a no-fly zone, and Jemin's face suddenly darkened.

Alchemy and analytical techniques are not professional reconnaissance magic. Even with Jemin's Qi Refining Level 6 cultivation, the maximum detection radius of these two magics is only about a hundred meters.

Its advantage lies in its more detailed examination of energy and matter, making it very useful when searching for various materials.

However, the downside is that, like now, if the other party is prepared, they may surround him without him even realizing it.

"Damn it! Go out and study reconnaissance magic first!" Jemin's tone was quite unpleasant.

Being hunted on such a large scale and with such premeditation filled him with intense anger.

Jemin wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed killing enemies and indiscriminately killing innocent people, but he was also not the kind of person who would let others bully him.

Since the other party has taken the initiative to come to us, there's nothing more to say.

He slowly exhaled, his expression turning icy: "You want to kill me? Very well, since you want to fight, then I'll fight you!"

Jemin activated the mobile talisman artifact—although its flight ability was restricted, the artifact still contained incantations for lightness of movement.

His body transformed into a blurry afterimage as he charged toward an outer flank of the indigenous coalition forces, where, in Jemin's perception, the number of life forms was the lowest.

He could sense that in addition to the group of people around him, there were also a continuous stream of enemies rushing towards them from afar.

Breaking through would be easy, but Jemin wasn't going to let the other side off so easily.

If those previous ambushes could be considered accidents, now that they've come to our doorstep, we definitely have to retaliate!
Simply eliminating this small group of enemies in front of us is meaningless, but charging straight at the main force is suicidal.

Jemin knew very well that to cause damage to a legion of this caliber by himself, he would have to disrupt their formation, sabotage their supplies, and break down their command structure!
boom! boom! boom!
A torrent of fireballs poured from Jemin's hands as he easily dispatched the enemies before him and escaped the encirclement.

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Over the next few days, Jemin moved like a ghost along the edge of the intense battlefield.

On the battlefield, the advantages of rune artifacts—low consumption and near-unlimited use—are amplified to an extreme degree.

As long as the core material of the talisman is not damaged and the elemental replenishment rate of the surrounding environment can keep up with the consumption, he can unleash a massive amount of witchcraft in a short period of time, like a mobile cannon.

Use the extreme speed granted by the movement rune artifact to quickly approach the enemy, then use the defensive rune artifact to lightly deflect those arrows or spell attacks.

Most importantly, use attack runes to precisely strike key nodes of the indigenous coalition forces—the shamans in special attire, the officers directing operations, and the logistics teams clearly transporting supplies.

More often than not, he would simply float in the sky far away, unleashing indiscriminate saturation firepower on the most densely populated areas of the battlefield's native inhabitants, until the rune artifacts in his hands overheated, at which point he would quickly retreat.

To counter the unknown reconnaissance methods of the indigenous people, Jemin had no fixed tactics and acted entirely on a whim.

Like a madman scribbling colors on a canvas, but each stroke carries destructive power.

His overwhelming power quickly caused chaos and fear among the indigenous coalition forces.

"What is that? A wizard?!"

"How is this possible?! How much witchcraft did he use?! Why hasn't his spiritual energy been exhausted yet?!"

"Quick! Stop him! The flank is disrupted!"

The indigenous people had never seen a sorcerer so capable of continuously casting spells. Their tactics were based on attrition, taking advantage of the sorcerer's limited mental strength.

But Jemin's appearance completely shattered their understanding.

His figure blurred into afterimages at the edge of the battlefield, each flash accompanied by explosions and the fall of indigenous people.

Their meticulously constructed trap began to show huge flaws in the face of the unexpected intrusion of Jemin, the "ghost."

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In the Gray Rock Valley, an atmosphere of despair, like a cold serpent, coiled around the besieged Norren Academy apprentices.

The rain of arrows from the natives and the charge of the knights left them breathless. The energy of the magical artifacts was exhausted amidst sharp wails, and the potion bottles were crushed one by one, but even this could not stop the dual depletion of their mental strength and willpower.

Augusta and Horn, two geniuses who were originally highly anticipated, are now being held back by the natives' targeted tactics and numerical superiority, and are also in a predicament.

They were like two giant trees in a storm, resilient yet constantly being eroded.

However, just as the apprentices' defenses were about to collapse completely, an exceptionally bright light pierced through the gloom that shrouded the valley.

"Look! Over there!"

It's unclear who shouted first, but many apprentices instinctively looked up and quickly "saw" a certain direction on the outskirts of the valley through the rudimentary images shared by some detection artifacts.

The sight that came into view made them instantly forget their injuries and fear of death.

It was a godlike figure, rampaging freely on the flanks and rear of the indigenous coalition forces.

It has no fixed movement trajectory, sometimes moving left, sometimes right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, so fast that it is difficult to catch.

Each pause he made was accompanied by a devastating torrent of elemental energy pouring out.

Fireballs rained down like meteors, turning the indigenous formations into scorched earth. The terrifying density and persistence of the attacks completely exceeded their understanding of the wizard's power.

"Then...what is that?!"

"Such strong elemental fluctuations! And he's all alone?!"

The apprentices were stunned.

They had never seen anyone cast advanced sorcery so continuously, as if his mental power were limitless.

The numerical advantage of the indigenous people seemed so pale and powerless in the face of this force.

The indigenous troops on the outskirts of the valley were thrown into chaos, and the arrow rain that was originally concentrated on attacking the valley became sparse due to the huge casualties on the flanks.

That's hope!

In their desperate situation, they saw a glimmer of hope!
"Someone is helping us!"

"Is this support sent by the academy?"

"A support team cannot consist of only one person!"

"Whoever it is! While he's drawing the natives' fire, launch a counterattack!"

The besieged apprentices were invigorated. Taking advantage of the brief chaos and troop regrouping among the indigenous people, they struggled to maintain their crumbling defenses and barely managed to organize a counterattack.

(End of this chapter)