The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 933 Emergency Situation
"Attack, attack!"

In the legion's communicator, the commander's orders sounded like thunder.

Energy beams rained down like raindrops as a legion of wizards clad in finely crafted alchemical armor surged forward on the ground.

The area where the legion was located was a plain, dotted with fortresses made of enchanted mixed materials like mushrooms. In the sky, Hearthstone fighters and Hearthstone warships were engaged in combat with the floating city fleet, and terrifying attacks kept exploding in the air, making it almost impossible to see a complete space in the sky all day long.

Spatial turbulence is more prevalent than air on this battlefield.

At the heart of the battlefield, an enormous tower-shaped structure continuously emitted chilling energy surges.

Before this, the tower had already been attacked several times, and each attack resulted in the fall of a great wizard.

The headquarters has issued an order to take down the tower at all costs.

"Boss, cover us!"

On the ground battlefield, Asu, dressed in finely crafted alchemical armor and resembling a small giant, let out a roar. Immediately afterward, four dark blue jets burst forth from behind him, instantly increasing his speed to fifty times the speed of sound.

Behind him, Gawain, also dressed in alchemical armor, immediately followed.

With a casual wave of his hand, dozens of floating cannons instantly overloaded and fired, and in an instant, dozens of beams of energy reaching the level of 100,000 were launched at the same time.

The enemy directly in front of Asu was suppressed and unable to attack.

boom!
A piercing explosion rang in Richard's ears.

Asu charged to the vicinity of the fortress and swung his hammer, the heavy hammer carrying a disintegrating force field instantly creating a hole in the fortress.

"The breach has been opened; prepare to enter the battle inside."

Gawain's voice rang in the ears of the attack team members through the communication system. The next moment, dozens of figures, almost like phantoms, rushed into the fortress through the breach.

The squad members were already familiar with the structure inside the fortress. The necromancer waved his standard, finely crafted staff, and a magic circle appeared on the tip of the staff. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of ghosts with the strength of level two rushed out of the magic circle and sped forward along the passage.

In the past, necromancers were generally used as doctors and scouts on the battlefield. However, on this battlefield, soldiers generally only have two outcomes: survival or death. Therefore, the necromancer's role as a doctor has been greatly reduced, and he has been replaced by a full-time scout.

These ghosts are the most practical reconnaissance tools.

Under the scouting of the wraiths, dozens of traps targeting the attacking forces were triggered in advance, and the layout of the furnacemen inside was also discovered.

The information was shared through the mental network, and then the wizard squad launched their attack.

hum!
White and purple lightning streaked across the passage.

"Fire cover."

"Go, go, go."

boom!
"Split beam! Turret destroyed."

"Keep attacking."

boom--

Crimson flames enveloped the passage, and the intense heat instantly melted the wizard's energy barrier and armor.

"Numbers five and six are dead, and number seven is seriously wounded."

"Keep attacking."

The Hearth Legion was undoubtedly elite. Even after discovering their location and using countermeasures against them, Gawain's squad still lost five members, and three others were lucky enough to only lose their fighting ability.

"Fortress 345 has been cleared. The squad has suffered more than half its casualties. We request reorganization."

"Buzz buzz buzz... Battlefield command has received the request for reorganization. The reorganized force will arrive at Fortress 345 in three minutes."

After a brief respite, Gao Wen came to Asu's side.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any clans on this battlefield.

The battlefield for the Familia is usually in the secondary battlefield, where the intensity is not high, making it very suitable for using Familia to grind people out of thin air.

However, as the squad commander, Gawain had the power to choose his adjutant, so Asu became his adjutant.

"How are you feeling? If you're not feeling well, we'll withdraw. I checked, the field medical team will be here in ten minutes."

Asu's condition looked rather dangerous; a high-energy jet had pierced through his left abdomen, and the charred wound was now emitting a strange, burnt aroma.

"It's a minor injury, nothing serious."

Asu waved his hand, and a needle suddenly popped out from his arm guard, which he then used to inject the wound.

Under the influence of the injection, his wound began to heal at a visible rate.

"This stuff is rarely used."

Gawain frowned slightly. As an alchemist, he knew very well what these urgently needed recovery potions for the battlefield were.

These things are nothing more than a trick of living beyond one's means, and even if they contain life essence, the damage they cause to the body is enormous.

Long-term use of this injection may lead to a decline in physical condition, which is a minor issue; in more serious cases, cell disintegration is not out of the question.

"Hey, boss, you always think so far ahead. In this place, it's uncertain whether we can even survive until tomorrow. I'm just talking about the future."

Asu's voice carried a hint of indifference. This berserker had begun studying the philosophy of berserkers after the intensity of the war escalated.

However, his level of thinking, which was as superficial as burning a zither to cook a crane, did not give him any deep insights. The greatest use of the berserker philosophy was to make this berserker, who was not afraid of death, even more fearless.

In his words, this is what he calls experiencing the true meaning of life.

The true meaning of life lies not in how long you live, but in whether you can carry out your ideas and persevere in them.

Gao Wen remained silent, then casually patched up the gaps in his body with metal before sitting down beside him.

Suddenly, the center of his fingernail opened, and a photograph emerged from it.

In the photo, the witch with antlers smiles radiantly, while Gawain looks helpless and Asu grins mischievously beside her.

Asu glanced at her, her tone suddenly becoming somewhat envious. "Sigh, that woman is so lucky."

During the great shift in the civilization of the gods, Donna also joined the war. As a logistics personnel, her danger should have been the lowest on the entire battlefield.

Unfortunately, even the lowest level of danger can still lead to unexpected danger.

Donna quickly lost her first life on the battlefield and used up her remaining two resurrection opportunities in the same battle.

After exhausting her Soul Box, Donna used it as a condition to apply for a transfer back to the rear, where she is now working as the manager of an alchemy factory.

“Even if your soul box is damaged, you can still go back,” Gawain said calmly, putting the photo away.

"Haha, then forget it." Asu laughed. "I'm going to become a Martial Saint. Even with the Soul Box, I can't become a Grandmaster, let alone a Martial Saint."

Gawain didn't say anything more. After swallowing a bottle of magic potion to restore his mental energy, he closed his eyes to rest.

boom!
A loud noise suddenly interrupted Gao Wen's rest.

An unimaginable, terrifying pressure descended upon every wizard as if the sky had collapsed.

Gawain was startled. He had only experienced this level of pressure once before, and that was on the battlefield of the Ember Sun World.

Could it be that a ruler has descended upon this world?

"Attention all wizards! Attention all wizards! The enemy overlord is descending! The enemy overlord is descending! Everyone retreat immediately! Everyone retreat immediately!"

The voice coming from the communication system made Gawain's hair stand on end. A being of this level was beyond the ability of mortals like them to resist.

Even the legendary army of great wizards might not be able to contend with the weakest ruler.

"How could a ruler descend upon us?"

……

"Damn it, what did that monster do?!"

Looking at the intelligence gathered from all fronts, the staff officers at the Astral Theater Command felt a chill run down their spines.

Within just one hour, reports of the Overlord's invasion came from seven different worlds.

This kind of nonsense, which even a drunkard in a tavern wouldn't utter, actually happened in real life.

"Have you made contact with the Crown Prince?"

The chief of staff shouted to his secretary.

"The Crown is currently engaged in battle with the Overlord and has no time to command."

boom!
"Damn it!"

The chief of staff slammed his hand on the table, the powerful force instantly creating a palm-shaped hole in the enchanted alloy table.

"Contact the rear! See if any of the Crown Princes are not currently engaged in combat."

The current situation is too bizarre; even a sixth-ring wizard like the Chief of Staff dares not draw any conclusions.

Although retreat is the best option at present, the Crown's strategic objective for them is to attack.

Retreat is a tactical victory, but a tactical victory must never affect the success or failure of the strategy. Otherwise, even if he is a sixth-circle wizard, he would have to obediently go and atone for his sins.

"Yes."

The secretary answered crisply and then entered the wizard dimension to communicate with the help of the Keeper of Secrets.

"Contact the Crown Prince? Let me see."

In the City of Eternal Truth, the Keeper of Secrets opens his magic book, and as the pages turn, countless runes flow within.

"Unfortunately, all the Crowns... Oh, you're lucky, there's one Crown still available."

The first half of the keeper's sentence almost made the secretary's mood plummet, but the second half of the sentence, which took an unexpected turn, instantly excited him.

"Which Crown Prince is it?"

"The Crown of Miracles," the Keeper of Secrets smiled. "The Crown of Miracles is currently vacant. Should I inform them?"

The Crown of Miracles?

Upon hearing this answer, the secretary was momentarily stunned.

As a high wizard, he was well aware of the power struggles within the upper echelons of wizarding civilization. Currently, the Crown of Miracles was already secretly at war with the Crowns of Evocation and Alchemy. For them, as members of the Crown of Evocation, to rashly seek a decision from the Crown of Miracles would be somewhat of a slap in the face to their own superior.

But if they aren't invited, these wizards can't make any changes to the overall strategy.

Almost without hesitation, the secretary immediately handed over this difficult decision to her superior.

He's just a lowly soldier; he can't possibly handle such a huge burden.

"What? Only the Crown of Miracles is left?"

The chief of staff sounded terrified. As a sixth-circle archmage, he knew far more than his secretary, a mere soldier.

He was well aware that what the several crowned figures were fighting for was not the right to speak, but the real position of leadership.

Among them, the Miracle Crown is slightly weaker in terms of academic foundation, but in terms of dominant combat power, it absolutely crushes the other two Crowns, to the point that the two Crowns are somewhat inclined to join forces.

However, at this juncture, it seems he has no other choice.

If he chooses the Crown of Miracles, he can always switch to the School of Miracles later. But if he misses the strategic window, he'll end up joining the Atonement Army.

"Tell the Keeper of the Secrets to inform the Crown of Miracles, and I will bear all the consequences!"

A moment later, a voice suddenly rang in Richard's ears as he was adjusting his soul within the dimension.

"Your Majesty, the front lines need your support."

(End of this chapter)