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

The leaders were horrified as they struggled desperately to no avail.

They were once considered top warriors or mages in their own kingdoms, but here they were rendered immobile by mere intimidation.

This power is completely beyond their comprehension of mortals!

By this point, even the most obtuse person could see that Pastor Oswaldo seemed to have arranged it this way on purpose, and that he himself was definitely not a simple man.

"Oswaldo, why did you do this?! Do you... intend to betray this world?!" The leader of the Kingdom's Knights forced out these words, his voice filled with pain and incomprehension.

Oswaldo seemed to have finished communicating with the unknown being, and only then did he have time to turn around and take a serious look at the knight commander kneeling on the ground.

Upon hearing his question, Oswaldo gave a strange, slightly amused look.

"Don't get me wrong, I have never betrayed you."

"Then what are you doing now?! Why did you send those troops over there to lure that monster here?!" the shaman leader demanded sternly.

Oswaldo squatted in front of the Knights Commander without any regard for his image, his nonchalant manner completely unlike the solemn and serious priest they had in mind.

"Still don't understand? I've already dispelled the suggestion. Think about it carefully with your brain." Oswald pointed to his temple, his tone sarcastic. "Do you... really know Oswald? Or rather, does this priest Oswald even exist in this world?"

All the leaders were instinctively taken aback.

They did indeed have the name, identity, and even some details of Oswaldo's involvement in the plan in their minds.

But after careful consideration, their expressions turned terrified.

Because everyone realized that this information about Oswaldo seemed to appear out of thin air in their minds, and naturally became something like common sense.

Aside from this key information, there is no other information.

His past, his experiences, when and how he joined the coalition... all these crucial details are completely unclear, and nobody knows!

It was as if an extra entity suddenly appeared during the reunion of the defeated soldiers.

Why did they so readily accept him as one of their own, entrusting their lives and the fate of the entire world to him, when he was such a strange and abrupt individual, and displayed power far exceeding that of ordinary people?

A chill that penetrated to the bone crept up their backs.

"But...you clearly possess the power of the Sky God!" a priest couldn't help but exclaim, his voice filled with disbelief. "How could a priest who isn't a god possibly wield divine power?! We can absolutely recognize that power belongs to the gods of our world!"

"The power of the gods, is that what you mean?" Oswaldo turned to look at the excited priests, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

He thought for a moment, then reached out and flipped his hand, and something that looked like a transparent glass ball appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Inside that glass sphere, all the kneeling aboriginals saw a shrunken figure desperately pounding on the sphere's walls, emitting silent roars, but to no avail, as if trapped in an unbreakable cage.

Upon witnessing this scene, not only the priest, but also the other leaders and even the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but tremble and let out terrified cries.

Although the figure had shrunk to a very small size, they could still recognize it at a glance.

That was the very image of the sky god they devoutly worshipped!

Its statues are found throughout the kingdoms of the entire plane. It is one of the twelve great gods of the entire plane, a god that everyone must know from childhood!

Although shrunk in size, the essence of a deity, the aura of a high-ranking life, still allowed mortals to recognize His true identity at first glance.

But this powerful, even great, deity is now treated like a toy, sealed within a tiny glass ball by an unknown being, and manipulated at will?!

"For a minor plane to be able to give birth to a level four being is indeed commendable. I heard that your God-King has reached level five? He's quite a good experimental subject." Oswaldo toyed with the glass ball in his hand, speaking casually, as if evaluating an object.

"Too bad I was too slow, I only managed to catch this one jerk..."

Before he could finish speaking, a pastor, overwhelmed by the shock, let out a mournful cry and slammed his head against the ground, dying instantly.

Looking at these indigenous people whose spirits and beliefs had completely collapsed, Oswaldo showed no emotion, only shaking his head, as if he found their weakness uninteresting.

With a wave of his hand, the Sky God, who was originally sealed in the transparent sphere, was compressed again, and then the entire sealed sphere separated into an identical sphere.

"Here, this thing contains the power of your gods. A few priests should be able to communicate with it. From now on, we can use this to send you messages, and someone will contact you later."

After finishing his self-introduction, he sank his consciousness into the depths of his mind and spoke a few more words with the high-ranking wizards of Norren Academy who were guarding the outer plane.

Then, his figure slowly twisted in the air, rippling like water, and finally disappeared completely.

Inside the tent, only the indigenous people, kneeling on the ground with pale faces and deep despair, remained, along with the transparent sphere that had fallen to the ground and was reflecting an eerie light.

Their world, their gods, their hopes, were utterly shattered in that moment.

They finally realized that what they were fighting was not an "enemy" at all, but a terrifying being from a higher plane who possessed power they could not comprehend.

Their much-vaunted revenge plan was, from the very beginning, nothing more than a meticulously designed game.

for a long time.

The old man, the former leader of the Kingdom's Knights, stood up shakily, remained silent for a moment, and then bent down to pick up the transparent sealing sphere.

"you……"

One of the pastors instinctively wanted to question the other, but retreated under the other's sharp gaze.

"Should we... really listen to them?" a shaman couldn't help but ask in a hoarse voice.

The old knight commander closed his eyes in pain, his hands trembling uncontrollably, his voice hoarse as if from rusted iron:

"This is... the last hope for our world."

(Bonus chapter today, one more chapter to go.)