Chapter 271 Meat Grinder
The coordinate signal sent by Jemin was like a lighthouse in the darkness, penetrating the turbulence of the unstable space channel and allowing the wizards who were still looking for a way out in the space turbulence to find the direction immediately.
The circular space gate behind him erupted like a volcano, gushing out the torrent of war of the wizard civilization!
Countless hideous biochemical beasts roared and rushed out. Among them were corrosive beasts covered in bone armor and spitting acid, hunters as swift as shadows with sharp claws tearing through the air, and siege crabs as heavy as mountains, causing the ground to tremble with every step.
Following closely behind was a legion of icy war golems, their iron bodies shining with enchanted luster, their eyes emitting scorching decomposition rays, and they marched in unison, forming a steel defense line.
This wave composed of flesh, blood and steel instantly crossed the "isolated island" formed by Jemin and the black giant, and slammed into the holy army that was swarming like locusts covering the sky!
"roar!!!"
"kill!!!"
At the moment of collision, the most intense meat-grinding field was formed.
Roars, the sound of weapons clashing, energy explosions, bones breaking, steel twisting...
Countless voices converge here to form a cruel symphony of war.
The sharp claws of the bio-beast tore open the scales of the priest, and the bone blade of the priest wrapped in the power of wind easily cut off the limbs of the bio-beast.
The war golem's rays evaporated groups of holy servants, but more holy servants used their agility to climb onto the golem's body and frantically chisel at its joints and energy core with bone blades.
Blood, minced flesh, and broken metal parts poured down like a rainstorm, instantly dyeing the magnificent altar into a terrifying red and black color.
The sunlight was completely blocked by the dense figures, and the battlefield fell into an eerie darkness.
Only the brilliance of witchcraft, the green light of wind power and the fire of explosion were constantly flickering, reflecting distorted, crazy or indifferent faces.
However, the situation did not reverse as quickly as Jermyn expected, but instead fell into a brutal stalemate.
There are two main reasons.
First, the strength gap between the two sides is not big.
The average strength of this group of vanguard cannon fodder sent by the wizard legion is roughly equivalent to that of the elite warriors in the Holy Service (second level), and there are only a handful of individuals who have reached the Holy Spirit level (third level creatures).
Not only was the number of the Holy Service Army terrifying, but the number of Holy Spirits mixed in it was also far beyond expectations.
Occasionally, a wizard would pass through the space gate and try to cast a large-scale witchcraft, but would immediately be entangled by the Holy Spirit that was several times larger than himself, making it difficult for him to perform effectively.
Second, the “flow” limit of the channel.
The perfectly circular space gate, with a diameter of only one kilometer, is too narrow for a war of this scale.
In particular, the war creations of wizards are generally huge in size. Even the 30-meter-tall black giant of Benjamin is considered "petite" among them, not to mention that some specialized giant units can even reach nearly 100 meters in length.
This severely limits the wizards' efficiency in deploying troops per unit time, causing them to always be at a numerical disadvantage on the local battlefield.
Jemin stood on the shoulder of the black giant, and the "great light image" behind him continued to spew out a destructive torrent of energy.
Wherever he passed, the holy servants fell like wheat, and nothing could resist him for a moment.
But the number of enemies was too great, so overwhelming that it was suffocating.
They stepped on the corpses of their companions, like endless waves, coming one after another, as if they wanted to drown him and the space gate with their flesh and blood.
Normal creatures would have collapsed long ago if they encountered such a horrific massacre, but obviously, this did not apply to the fanatics who had been driven crazy by the oracle.
"Tsk, what a trouble..." Benjamin muttered to himself.
He used a precise energy torrent composed of tens of thousands of energy bombs to destroy the wind pressure trap set by a dozen Holy Spirits who were trying to attack from the side.
Then countless energy bombs flew away under Jemin's control, blasting the opponent into pieces in front of his desperate eyes.
He glanced at the sky with fear. The pressure from the four eye-of-the-storm wills continued to rise, like divine punishment about to fall, making him feel extremely uneasy.
Above the sky, the communication between the four holy spirits has also reached a critical moment.
"The closure of the space gate has been disturbed! It is the creature on the opposite side that is maintaining the passage!" The Blade God's mind was filled with anger.
"We can't wait any longer! These invaders are very strange, we must kill them at the door!" The God of Wind was also roaring.
"Let's work together to destroy that passage!" The God of Swift Blade made the decision.
The four terrifying wills were completely condensed, 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 biochemical beasts fighting below to howl in instinctive fear.
"Here it comes!" Benjamin's eyes flashed.
With a thought, the two black giants let out a low roar, squatted slightly with their huge bodies, and gathered energy frantically on their body surfaces, ready to withstand the impending divine punishment.
At this critical moment!
Three incomparably powerful auras suddenly rushed out from the space gate, arriving first and meeting the four devastating attacks!
They are three fourth-level wizards!
Because the three forces including the Noren Workshop did not send out supervisors this time, unless Dionysius Spencer takes direct action, they will be the strongest combat force of this expedition!
The higher a wizard's level, the more difficult it becomes. Despite more than thirty years of plundering, no new fourth-level wizard has been born in the expeditionary force.
It can be said that these three veteran strongmen are the only high-end combat forces that the expeditionary force can take action at this stage.
A violent energy collision erupted in the sky. The dazzling light even temporarily dispelled the darkness of the battlefield. The dissipated energy shock wave blew away the holy servants and biochemical beasts that were close to it.
The figures of the four holy gods finally appeared clearly in the light. They were four huge holy servants shrouded in endless wind pressure and divine light.
They were shocked and angry. They didn't expect that the other side had such a strong person.
At this time, Benjamin finally saw and felt the level of these four gods: level five creatures.
Moreover, each of them has gone very far in the level of fifth-level creatures.
Fortunately, the fighting power of the wizard race is strong enough, and a fourth-level wizard is powerful enough to kill a fifth-level creature.
The three fourth-level wizards each locked onto an opponent and immediately engaged in a battle.
The collision of the brilliance of witchcraft and divine power made the sky seem to be shattered.
Benjamin keenly noticed that the three fourth-level wizards did not seem to be using their full strength. Their attacks were precise and efficient, but lacked the decisiveness to kill with one blow. It was more like testing and restraining.
"Are you worried about attracting more troubles..." Benjamin immediately understood their concerns.
After all, there is no time to collect intelligence about this world now, and no one knows whether there are more advanced existences in this world after these four gods.
The last holy spirit who was not restrained by anyone cast his cold gaze towards Jemin and the space gate below.
All the wizards who had their hands free exchanged glances with each other and confirmed each other's thoughts in an instant.
"Is Lord Dionysius Spencer still not well? Then we'll have to hold on to the remaining one." Benjamin took a deep breath. "What a hassle! I prefer to fight against those at a lower level..."
The two black giants let out earth-shaking war roars and took the initiative to meet the Holy Spirit who was swooping down!
Led by the two black giants, several third-level wizards also rushed into the sky.
The ground is a grinding mill for the blood and flesh of billions of troops, and the sky is a terrifying battlefield where the strong confront each other.
This space gate, with a diameter of only one kilometer, has become the forefront of the brutal collision between two worlds and two civilizations.
(End of this chapter)
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