Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 837 - 15: Freemasonry Church VS Gray Tower Witch Dom

The "Ashen Army" of the Gray Tower Witch Domain and the "Tide Spear" of the Thousand Sails Witch Domain converged before the Sigh Barrier.

On the Gray Tower’s side, the "Rock Wall Guard" clad in gray heavy armor, wielding rune-inscribed giant shields and spears, formed an impassable advancing line, followed by the "Stone Shaping Mage Team" who controlled rock golems, and the most elite "Rune Swordsmen Army" with blades flowing with elemental radiance.

On the Thousand Sails’ side, the "Wave Vanguard" clad in deep blue scale armor and wielding peculiar tridents exuded an imposing aura. The "Wave Tamer" riding colossal amphibious sea beasts prowled the flanks, while the "Wave Priests" in sea blue robes, capable of summoning water elements and storms, gathered immense magic power.

Atop the barrier, the defending force was still the emblematic unit of the Freemasonry Church—Libra Knights donned in silver gray heavy armor, wielding giant swords and Iris Shields, their eyes fervent, standing firm as rocks behind the battlements;

And priests wearing dark priest robes, continuously chanting prayers, scattering holy halos and punishment holy flames down the city walls. The military presence and momentum from both sides formed two distinct yet tense seas before the barrier.

"Woooo—Oooh—!"

The desolate horn signaling the total assault sounded from the rear of the allied forces, tearing apart the pre-battle dead silence.

"For the glory of the Witch Domain!" the mander of the Gray Tower roared.

"Let the tides devour the heretics!" the Thousand Sails’ general swung down his trident.

In an instant, the battle erupted.

The Gray Tower’s "Stone Shaping Mage Team" took the lead, the ground thundered, countless sharp stone spears burst from the ground like a forest, fiercely striking the foundation and walls of the barrier.

The Rune Swordsmen transformed into streaks of gray lightning, fearlessly braving the holy light arrows and rolling logs and stones pouring down the walls, scaling ladders and magic-conjured icy rock steps upwards.

The "Wave Priests" of Thousand Sails chanted in unison, clouds gathered in the sky, a torrential downpour mixed with fists-sized hailstones pounded the walls, disrupting the defending troops’ vision and actions.

Simultaneously, massive water elements formed at the base of the walls, swinging fists made of flowing water, violently pounding the gates and bricks. The "Wave Tamer" drove sea beasts, spewing high-pressure water columns, attempting to create a breach.

The Libra Knights responded with silent resilience, their giant swords glowed with holy light, brutally slicing down enemies who climbed onto the city head.

The priests’ prayers grew more urgent, the sacred halos continuously illuminating the knights, enhancing their strength and defense, while the scorching "Purifying Flame" rained down onto the city below, igniting charging soldiers into screaming torches.

The battle entered a fever pitch from the start. The allied forces’ attack was like a storm, wave after wave. Under the crushing weight of sheer numbers and powerful extraordinary power, the defense of the Sigh Barrier appeared faltering. Cracks appeared in many places along the walls, and the defending lines were constantly being pressed.

"It’s time!"

At the rear of the Gray Tower’s formation, an elder clad in a star-patterned robe, Mystical Wizard Hector, soared into the air. His hands gestured upwards, massive earth magic power gathered furiously, condensing into a meteor over ten meters in diameter, burning with dark red lava in the sky!

"Let me shatter this final shell!"

He locked onto the still flickering holy shield over the barrier, supported by countless priests, a savage grin of imminent victory spread across his face. The allied soldiers too let out roars of excitement.

However, just as the lava meteor was about to be unleashed—

An unexpected change erupted!

The space around Hector twisted and solidified without warning! He felt as if he was suddenly trapped in the thickest amber, not even able to move a fingertip, the gathered magic power instantly lost control, backfiring, causing him to grunt in pain.

He widened his eyes in terror, seeing a blurred figure shrouded in distorted light and shadow appear before him like a phantom.

He didn’t even see the opponent’s face clearly, just felt a hand covered in pure white light, gently caressing his neck like a lover’s cheek.

"Crunch!"

A crisp bone-breaking sound, faint amidst the noise of the high sky.

Hector’s savage grin froze pletely, the gleam in his eyes extinguished instantly. His head, full of shock, separated from his body, held casually by that hand of white light. The headless body fell straight down like a marionette with its strings cut.

In the next moment, above the Sigh Barrier, figures clad in pure white high-level priest robes with gold trims appeared silently, stepping out from nothingness.

Dozens of figures!

Each of their bodies exuded an unabashed, awe-inspiring aura of the secret skill level! Yet, unlike the usual cold and wise Mystical Wizards seeking truth, their eyes held only an absolute, soul-burning fanaticism!

The leader lightly tossed Hector’s head away, their cold gaze sweeping over the battlefield below, which had fallen into a dead silence, like a god looking down on ants.

The real trump card of the Freemasonry Church, cultivated by Erodion himself, pletely devoted to the "Father God"—Fanatics, had arrived.

The rhythm of warfare, at this moment, sharply shifted tone.

In the sky above the battlefield, for an instant, time seemed to freeze.

On the allied side, all the wizards and soldiers who witnessed Hector’s instant demise and the appearance of the white-robed figures had the triumphant smiles on their faces freeze instantly, replaced by shock and disbelief akin to falling into an icy abyss.

"No...impossible!" A Rune Swordsman captain in the Gray Tower army exclaimed, almost dropping his rune sword, "That’s...dozens of secret skills?! How could the Freemasonry Church possibly hide so many Mystical Wizards?!"

"Master Hector...he was at the Middle Stage of Mystical Level! To be struck down without a single blow..." Another Stone Shaping Mage turned pale, his voice trembling, unable to believe the reality before his eyes. Panic spread like a plague throughout the allied forces.

Originally high morale, like a punctured balloon, deflated in an instant, countless soldiers subconsciously retreated, their faces filled with fear and disbelief. This sudden reversal of power dynamics turned them from hunters into prey in an instant.

In stark contrast were the defenders on the Sigh Barrier.

The Libra Knights and priests, who had been struggling to hold on under the fierce assault of the allied forces, and were showing signs of fatigue and even despair, were initially stunned upon seeing those white-robed figures, then erupted in ecstasy as if saved from the brink of death!

"It’s...the Holy Judges! The blades of the Father God!" A Libra Knight soaked in blood shouted in excitement, almost unable to hold his sword, kneeling on one knee in fervent proclamation.

"The Father God hasn’t abandoned us! His messengers have descended!" An elderly priest wept tears of relief, tremblingly raising his arms, letting out a long, relieved sigh, "Praise the Father God! We...we are saved!"

On the barrier, the previously low morale soared to its peak, the defenders felt like they had been given a strong dose of medicine, their eyes reigniting with burning battle spirit and the flames of faith.

The dozens of white-robed fanatics hovering in the air looked down at the sharp reactions of the two sides below with contempt and disdain. On their faces, a grim and cold smile slowly spread, a smile devoid of any humanity, only a soulless enjoyment of slaughter, like bloodthirsty beasts that had found their prey.

The leading fanatic slightly flicked his hand, as if shaking off non-existent bloodstains, his cold gaze swept over the panicking allied forces below, announcing with a verdict-like tone, a low yet crystal-clear voice that echoed through the battlefield, carrying a biting chill:

"Behold, these lost lambs, how fragile and ugly they are in the face of true divine might."

He lifted his chin slightly, issuing a succinct and brutal order to the eager rades behind him:

"Begin...purification."