Wizards: Starting as a Potions Master!

Chapter 71 The Three-Way Battle Before the Wizard's Ruins

At the foot of West Virginia Lake, the Guca monk saw these people approaching the entrance to the Four Seasons Garden and immediately said to the girl, "Let's hurry into the garden."

Just as Gu Ke was about to lead the girl toward the entrance, he was suddenly blocked by two one-star bloodline sorcerers.

Guca was furious. "Haven't you learned your lesson yet? Flying Ant Curse!"

A large number of flying ants flew out from his sleeves and attacked the two one-star bloodline sorcerers.

At the same time, the Storm Church's army also clashed head-on with the cultists.

The Church of Storms is indeed searching for the Garden of the Four Seasons, but their main objective is to prevent anyone from obtaining it, or even to destroy it if possible.

At this moment, the members of the Storm Church encountered the cultists of the Supreme Order, and naturally, they clashed.

The Storm Church's hundred soldiers were all elite, equipped with fine steel swords and wooden shields made from century-old trees. They were also highly disciplined and were the church's most valuable elite soldiers in the Achaia Pastoral District.

The ten knights of divine grace brought by the Bishop of Achaia were not only all formal knights, but their experience on the path of knighthood far surpassed that of ordinary knight lords, with each of them having an individual stat of around 4 or even higher.

They are all seasoned knights.

While the cultists' bloodline sorcerers were powerful, they only had three one-star bloodline sorcerers and one two-star bloodline sorcerer. Most of them were still fighting against the coca wizards. Therefore, faced with the Storm Church's frenzied attack, most of the cultists died tragically under the steel swords of the church knights and church soldiers.

Rachel Komnenos, the green-haired daughter of the Earl in charge of on-site command, yawned and surveyed the battlefield. "A three-way free-for-all, huh. But the Church of Storms is still my least favorite."

"I've disliked the Church of Storms for a long time."

"Although I am half Storm Kingdom blood, the other half is the blood of the children of the God of Law, and I also have a bit of royal blood. But it doesn't matter, for now, it's fine no matter what."

"Prepare the offerings, my little ones, to draw life from those two-legged sheep."

"Destroy all enemies, and this wizard's ruins will be ours."

In the melee with the Storm Church's army, the two bloodline sorcerers were able to suppress the soldiers and knights with their indifferent winds, but they were also afraid of expending too much life force and being surrounded and killed by the church's legions.

However, after Rachel Komnenos gave the order, they were like wild beasts that had been freed, and suddenly they were no longer subject to many restrictions.

They drew life force directly from the people behind them, whose bodies had been marked with sacrificial symbols beforehand.

One by one, civilians fell to the ground, wailing and bleeding from their seven orifices.

On the battlefield, the warlocks suddenly seemed to have an unlimited supply of ammunition, unleashing spells one after another without any restraint.

The Bishop of Achaia was furious at the sight. All along, they had been able to hang 'wizards' however they wanted, and burn heretics at the stake however they wanted.

But this is the first time I've encountered real cult members.

This was also the first time they had encountered a warlock.

Bishop Achaia immediately shouted, "Those two monsters are definitely not human. God said that humans cannot possess any supernatural powers."

"Believers, do not be afraid. They have commoners, and so do we."

"It's time for you to give us your support."

Rachel Komnenos was speechless. She never expected that when she presented the facts to the people of the Storm Church, they would simply ignore them, expel her from the church, and then deceive themselves.

But she saw that the ordinary people who had been lured by the church actually began to pray on the spot. On the battlefield, led by a pastor holding religious scriptures, they collectively recited the contents of the Mass in unison.

"O God of Storms, only you can help the weak more than the strong, and only you can help the poor more than the rich."

"Because we rely on you, we attack our enemies in your name."

"God of Storms, you are our god, no one can defeat you."

"The powerful, the talented, the proud, the wealthy, the gifted, and those who are better than others will all decay and weaken before the god of storms, becoming utterly powerless."

"The Storm God turns the strong into the weak. All humans should be weak lambs, obedient infants, and ignorant children before the Storm God. We have the most precious, devout, and innocent hearts..."

As the believers chanted the core doctrines of the Storm God that appeared two thousand years ago, the bloodline sorcerers who were wreaking havoc on the battlefield with the [Wind of Indifference] soon discovered something.

That is, their strength is actually weakening.

These followers of the Storm God are actually using the power of their blind and foolish faith to suppress the energy within them that belongs to the energy world.

If supernatural power is suppressed by blind faith, it would undoubtedly be most beneficial to the church, because among the three forces, only the church possesses the most complete army and the most powerful melee force—the knights.

On the battlefield, a one-star bloodline sorcerer continuously drained the life force of his people in an attempt to unleash the Wind of Indifference against the knights. However, for a moment, he was a step too slow in casting his spell. Due to interference from the power of blind faith, his spell would sometimes fail, requiring him to use it multiple times to ensure it could be cast in time.

But he was a step too slow, and the knight favored by the gods slashed his chest.

If the warlock hadn't possessed great vitality, he would probably have been killed by that single blow.

However, although the church's army gained the upper hand on the battlefield, these ordinary citizens who volunteered to fight were actually putting themselves in danger.

In the midst of the chaos, the bishop of Achaia had no time to spare to arrange for soldiers to protect them.

As a result, many devout followers have been hacked to death by the cultists who rushed in.

For the church, there are plenty of people like this, so it's not a matter of cherishing resources. After all, at least half of the people in the entire Storm Kingdom are believers in the Storm God.

Therefore, no special protection is needed.

Rachel Komnenos watched this scene, frowning as she noticed a problem.

Is the church powerful?

In reality, it was nothing special; it was just an army composed of knights and ordinary soldiers.

But what the church seems to excel at is using their foolish faith to drag you down to their level, and then defeating you with their rich experience.

Because of the ordinary believers reciting the scriptures of the Storm God, the sacred and authoritative aura of the Storm God in the air of this local area has greatly increased, suppressing both magical power and the bloodline power of warlocks.

Those in the church are best at hand-to-hand combat.

Rachel Komnenos immediately shouted, "Kill all the ordinary believers behind them! Once those idiots are all dead, the Church's army is finished!"

The bishop of Achaia immediately adopted a strategy of reciprocity. "Don't stop. If we turn back to protect those ordinary people, we will surely lose."

"Keep attacking! Slaughter all those evil inhuman monsters. Kill all the villagers who are with them too. Once the villagers are dead, those monsters definitely won't be as strong. I see it!"

On the battlefield, many of the villagers who still had some sense were now in a state of confusion.

So, no matter which side gains the upper hand, it's the ordinary people who will be the first to be sacrificed.

These villagers were plunged into despair, so... was this all they could do, become cannon fodder?

Who can save them?

(End of this chapter)