The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 852 The Great Turnaround (Part 1)
The meeting lasted for three days in total.

Over the course of these three days, the three civilizations developed a set of rules for the alliance and clarified the division of various functions.

In terms of military deployment and logistical resources, the three civilizations formed a joint military headquarters to exchange intelligence and coordinate resources.

Specific military deployments are handled by the Joint Military Staff. The staff officers of the Joint Military Staff are selected by the three civilizations to join the world's ruler.

Yes, the staff officers in the joint command have been elevated to the status of world leaders.

It's not that there aren't Level 3 beings in the General Staff; it's just that these beings are all the staff officers' own think tanks, rather than directly involved in decision-making.

Moreover, with the improvement of battlefield combat power and the emergence of the four elemental creation machines, the wizards will loosen their control over the promotion of grand wizards.

The Archmage is definitely more useful than the Third Ring Wizard, and each school of thought needs to cultivate a batch of Archmages to balance the combat power between schools. The Crowns have already tacitly accepted the Titan Legion as part of the School of Miracles, and they have to find a way to balance the power of these World Lord-level Titans who are appearing in large numbers.

At that time, the Grand Wizard will become a figure similar to a legion commander, personally participating in frontline command of battles, and it will be only natural for the Grand Wizard to become a staff officer.

In addition, the three civilizations reached many detailed agreements, including resource trading agreements, refugee resettlement regulations, and abyss erosion management regulations.

It's fair to say that the Wizarding Alliance was only officially established after this meeting.

At the end of the meeting, the Wizard Alliance made a decision regarding the war against the civilization of the gods.

The civilization of the gods abandoned 273 worlds as buffer zones, and the civilization of the abyss will be responsible for eroding these worlds into abyssal worlds as a means to delay the devouring of civilizations.

The Wizarding Civilization was responsible for constructing defensive fortifications on the five key hub worlds leading to the buffer zone, establishing an integrated astral defense system to ensure that future attacks by the Civilization Devourers would be halted there.

The Alliance named this operation the Great Detour, thus beginning the first major operation since the founding of the Wizarding Alliance.

……

"A great war, another great war!"

Inside the floating fortress, Gawain looked at the orders he had received and couldn't help but sigh.

Beside him, Asu, who was practicing martial arts, also opened his eyes. He had recently obtained a superior martial art in the sect, which was enough for him to use until he reached the Grandmaster level, also known as the World Lord level.

"The Milky Way Mayfly is dead, and new enemies have emerged. I really don't know when this will end," Asu sighed.

Neither wizards nor orcs are war-like races like the abyssal demons, which are almost biological weapons. Prolonged warfare is enough to exhaust any veteran, both physically and mentally, especially if these veterans have been fighting since their teens.

However, despite their complaints, both Gao Wen and Asu felt a sense of relief deep down.

War is what they know best; all their skills and experience are geared towards war.

War has become a part of their lives.

If the war really ends, it will be like throwing them into a battlefield where they have absolutely no experience.

War is a crucible; whatever goes in, comes out only chunks of alloy.

Suddenly, a communication call came in.

Gao Wen glanced at it and then agreed to the communication request.

A three-dimensional projection emanated from the crystal ball, showing Donna, who had antlers, with a very serious expression.

"Gawain, you've received the orders too, haven't you?"

Gawain nodded and said calmly, "It seems you've received it too. A new war has begun, Donna."

“Gawain, the war has never ended,” Donna sighed. “Even you have received orders; the higher-ups are assessing the situation in this war very poorly.”

Gawain is an old wizard with over three hundred years of war experience, which is outstanding even in the entire wizarding civilization.

Generally speaking, third-circle wizards with this experience will apply for promotion to Grand Wizard or become strategists to stay away from the dangerous front lines.

But Gao Wentong did not do any of that.

The death rate for a new wizard to become a Grand Wizard is extremely high. While applying to become a staff officer is feasible, Gawain has been winning battles all these years, with each battle improving the situation. Asking him to give up his military achievements to become a staff officer is difficult for him to accept, both emotionally and in terms of interests.

With his current qualifications, he would be on the shortlist of candidates for legion commander should the legion commander die or apply for a transfer.

Getting back to the main point, the legion that an old wizard like Gawain belongs to is naturally not an ordinary legion.

His elite wizard legion, number 7612, was a legion of pure veterans, codenamed "Wrath of the Storm." In the legion hierarchy, any legion that could possess a codename was undoubtedly the elite of the elite.

These legions consist of the most elite soldiers, and naturally, they are sent to the most dangerous battlefields.

For the past few years, they have been stationed in the Nexus, guarding it. Their recent relocation can only mean that a battlefield with a higher priority and greater danger than the Nexus has emerged.

Gawain said nonchalantly, "The battlefields we go to have never been good, Donna, you need to learn to relax."

Donna gave a wry smile. She wanted to relax, but the war situation had already improved significantly by the time she joined the army.

Now, facing a war where she is likely to be at a disadvantage, her limited experience is hardly enough to put her at ease.

"I'll try my best, Gao Wen."

After saying that, Donna looked at Asu beside her, and a malicious smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Ah Su, I have a meal ticket from Master Barley here." Upon hearing this, Ah Su instantly understood what Donna meant.

When mating, you definitely don't want a third wheel nearby.

He patted his chest and loudly assured her, "No problem, Donna. Remember to send me a message before you leave. I promise I won't come back until you send that message."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Gao Wen's face.

As an alchemist, he had long since transcended such instinctual needs. But Donna was a physical wizard who specialized in physical constitution. While she could suppress her instincts, she would never restrain herself from releasing them when the opportunity arose.

With war looming, Donna's physical instincts must have kicked in once again.

"Haha, Asu, you're the best!"

Amidst laughter, the communication ended, and immediately afterward, Asu received a magic ticket in his crystal ball.

After confirming the usage period of the receipt, Asu stood up and said to Gao Wen with a mischievous grin, "Boss, remember to reinforce the bed frame this time."

Gawain glared at him and cursed, "Get out! You think you can be bought off with a meal voucher? All the rations for this war are mine!"

Upon hearing this, Asu laughed heartily, immediately left the room, and headed straight for the restaurant.

Five minutes later, Donna, wearing a power armor suit, arrived at the door.

After she entered, the door to the room suddenly began to tremble.

It's hard to imagine what could be causing the door, which Asu couldn't even break with his fist, to tremble.

Thirty-six hours later, the door opened.

Donna, wearing her newly repaired power armor, left the room with light steps, leaving Gawain, pale-faced, to use life magic to heal his nearly shattered pelvis.

At this moment, he exuded an air of detachment.

"This is really painful. Next time I'll have to replace my pelvis with an alloy one."

……

A priest gazed at the abyssal legion in the distance and muttered to himself, "By God-King, am I really to fight alongside these demons?"

On the vast plains, an endless army of gods has gathered. In the past, they were summoned for the Holy War, but now, standing beside them are their former enemies—the demons of the abyss.

This is a miniature world named Horod by the gods, one of the 273 abandoned worlds.

According to the Alliance's decision, this world must be corrupted by the Abyss and become an Abyss World.

Above the plains, the world's native gods gathered together.

They were all supreme figures in their respective cults, and were friends, spouses, enemies, and even mortal adversaries to one another.

But now, all these gods have appeared together and announced something to their followers.

"My people, a great calamity is about to befall us... A monster from the stars is approaching our world... The God-King has made his supreme decision... We must abandon our homeland and settle in the world of our allies..."

The sermons of the gods echoed across the plains, and the soldiers on the plains also experienced corresponding emotional fluctuations in response to their sermons.

This is a civilization of gods; here, there are no such things as unbelievers. And among these soldiers, not a single one is a half-believer; fanatics are quite common.

Finally, the sermon ended, and the soldiers, filled with fervor, vowed to fight the monsters to the bitter end. The gods, on the other hand, generously showered down their blessings. In the past, these blessings were reserved for the bravest warriors and the most devout believers, but at this moment, they were given away as if they were free.

Because the gods knew that their followers had almost no hope of survival, and even they themselves would find it difficult to survive the war.

If we're not generous now, are all those faith powers stored in the statues meant to be treasure chests for other gods?
On the other side of the plain, the demons of the abyss scoffed at the gods' blessings.

They are now diligently eroding the land beneath their feet. The once fertile plains have been transformed into abyssal territory where only carnivorous plants can grow under their influence.

They knew they would most likely die in the ensuing war, but they were not afraid.

Because they can feel the abyss watching them.

Under the gaze of the abyss, all their bravery will be recorded and transformed into the authority of abyssal spells, and even the blessings of the abyss.

Those who survive this war will rise in status; even if they die, dying under the gaze of the abyss will be worthwhile.

Even demons have their own beliefs.

The same scene is played out by different characters in 273 abandoned worlds.

Countless lives were sent to distant lands because of a decision made at the Alliance meeting. Separation from loved ones, love, and hatred all became insignificant at that moment.

Even gods are insignificant in the face of the great tide of history.

The stage was ready, and soon, the main characters began to appear.

In the vast, dark starry sky, a jet-black fleet slowly approached the world of the gods.

The war has started again.

(End of this chapter)