The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 947 The Wizarding Civil War (Part 2)

As the tentacles on his body swayed, a spiral black hole appeared in the void.

Within the black hole, countless faceless, cracked statues fell from it, like rain.

From the outside, these statues looked dilapidated and like scrap. But in the eyes of any being who had studied the power of faith, these statues were priceless treasures.

These faceless statues, with their cracked bodies, indicate that the deities behind them are dead. However, their complete preservation suggests that they contain a considerable amount of spiritual power.

Furthermore, this power of faith has already permeated the material structure of the statue, altering its nature and thus preserving the statue that should have shattered.

For a deity, these idols can be imbued with the power of faith and then placed in temples or shrines for use as divine statues. Alternatively, the power of faith within them can be directly extracted.

But these are all rather rudimentary methods.

In the ten directions of Buddha lands and the endless demon kingdoms, the great demons of the demon kingdoms and the Arhats of the Buddha lands discovered that these abandoned statues themselves were an excellent foundation for array formations.

The array based on these statues is not only effective, but when necessary, these array bases can also be used as teleportation points or as clones.

Based on this, the rulers of the two civilizations developed the Buddha/Demon Kingdom in the Palm of Their Hands.

Richard's mental energy swept over the ownerless statues, and he carefully examined each one.

Faceless statues also vary in quality. The fewer cracks on a statue, the higher its quality and the more suitable it is as a base for important nodes.

Those faceless statues, covered in cracks and seemingly on the verge of breaking, could only serve as the base for some unimportant parts of the array.

"Okay, you did a good job."

After looking through the faceless statues, Richard couldn't help but praise them.

This operation delivered a total of 17000 statues. If the faceless statues are divided into five levels, the vast majority of these statues are at level three. Level four and five statues are fewer, but the demand for them is also low. As for the lower-quality level one and two faceless statues, there are almost none of them.

This is definitely a demonstration of efficiency and capability.

He bowed slightly to Richard.

"The duty lies."

After saying that, he asked, "Is there anything else you need to collect?"

"That's all, you can go do your thing."

As he spoke, Richard casually waved his hand at the action, and his aura immediately increased slightly.

Action is the guardian of the Abyss world, and the source of their power depends entirely on how much authority the Abyss's will grant them. As the Titan King of the Abyss, Richard possesses the highest authority within the Abyss, so he can easily enhance the power of these guardians.

"Thank you, sir."

He bowed again to express his gratitude to Richard, and then quietly disappeared into the space.

Richard's gaze swept over the statues, and suddenly his abdomen split open, transforming into a gigantic mouth. Immediately afterward, an immense gravitational force erupted from the mouth, sucking all the surrounding statues into his belly.

"A nation needs 15,998 array bases, and these 17,000 idols are enough."

"Once the nation-building succeeds, dimensional power will no longer be a limitation for me. Even if I encounter another octopus monster with a method that can block dimensions, I will have no fear."

As they spoke, the idols that had entered Richard's body had already entered a cellular dimension.

Richard specially cultured this cell, and in just three days, its area expanded to the size of a small country.

Richard has separated the four elemental fissures within it: the sky is the element of wind, the earth is the element of fire, and the elements of water and earth stand in the middle.

After a slight adjustment to the rules, this world now possesses the basic rules for the survival of living beings.

Next, Richard only needs to set up the kingdom and then steal people from the Wizarding World to complete the most basic Palm Buddha/Demon Kingdom. Once one is completed, the rest will be easy.

The greatest strength of the Buddha/Demon Kingdom lies in this: once a kingdom is completed, the faith power produced within that kingdom will cause it to spread outwards and continuously expand.

The larger a country's territory, the faster it can expand.

It's like a snowball rolling downhill; once it starts rolling, it's unstoppable.

“It’s just that the time is a bit too short.” Richard rubbed his temples, looking a bit annoyed. “If I had tens of thousands of years to develop, I could rival a civilization with just this palm-sized demon kingdom.”

But now I only have a few hundred years, or even a few decades, at most.

Time was a huge problem for Richard.

The strength of a ruler often needs to be accumulated over time. Even a ruler who has undergone physical evolution needs a lot of time to collect various treasures to assist in their evolution.

Unfortunately, time is the most mysterious thing in the world.

Even the ruler cannot touch its essence.

If time truly has rules, then it would undoubtedly be the exclusive rule of level nine beings.

……

"Retreat! Retreat! Hold the tower!"

Command orders echoed through the mental network, and on the battlefield, ancient spell support vehicles were continuously unleashing concentrated spells.

These spell support vehicles are no longer the versions Richard designed back then. After multiple iterations, the spell support vehicles are no longer the wasteful vehicles that needed parts replaced after only a few dozen seconds of firing.

Modern spell support vehicles can now fire fireballs of up to 3,000 energy level continuously for several tens of minutes. Furthermore, thanks to the addition of fire elemental gems, they can still fire normally even in elemental-free zones. However, as the battlefield has gradually escalated, spell support vehicles have gradually faded from the battlefield.

There are two types of spell support nowadays: one is close-range spell support from the Sky Legion, and the other is destructive spell support from floating cities or even floating fortresses. This type of spell support will release a 12th-circle sorcery spell, which under normal circumstances can cover an entire city.

However, the civil war is not the front line. Although the spell support vehicle is old, it is still very useful for suppressing wizards without alchemical power armor and depleting their magic barrier.

On the battlefield, there were the remains of wizards and wizard apprentices who had died from the barrage of spells.

boom!
Crimson fireballs rained down from the sky, exploding repeatedly on the academy's tower. The aftershocks of the explosions caused the sign for Wizarding Academy No. 77 on the tower to tremble.

However, it only trembled.

In the Wizarding World, every wizarding academy is designed to fortress standards, and the construction materials are also fortress-grade. With composite materials and enchantments, the towers can withstand not only the concentrated spells of a spell support vehicle, but also a group of third-ring wizards firing at them.

Inside the tower, students from the academy constantly moved between different levels, passing messages between them manually.

The mind network is not omnipotent; wizards have many ways to interfere with or even invade it.

When the battlefield is vast, using a mental network is a last resort, but now that all that's left is the tower, there's no need to use such an unreliable method of information transmission.

On the seventy-seventh floor of the tower, the wizard in charge of reconnaissance suddenly called upon his students.

"John, notify headquarters that the other side has brought in a Gustav Type III mortar. Where did those bastards get this thing? I asked more than a dozen friends back then and they couldn't get me one."

Beside him, John, who was only waist-high to the wizard, had a dazed look in his eyes and did not answer when he heard his teacher calling him.

"John? John!"

The wizard suddenly looked to his side, and upon seeing John's dazed expression, his face changed drastically.

"Damn it, a wide-area bewitching spell, the weaker ones didn't even trigger the soul barrier!"

As he spoke, he slapped John hard, jolting him awake from the spell's influence.

Snapped!
"Ah!" John covered his face, looking at his teacher with some confusion, the bewilderment in his eyes instantly disappearing.

"Go and inform command that the enemy has deployed a Gustav Type III mortar. They have also used an area-of-effect bewitching spell."

The wizard's voice was urgent, and his movements were swift. As he gave the command, he pulled a vial of crimson liquid from his pocket and plunged it directly into John's body.

"Ah, teacher, this is..."

"Don't be afraid, this is military-grade stimulant, we use it to boost morale. A wide-range mind control spell can't be resisted by willpower alone; external assistance is necessary."

After he finished speaking, he patted John on the shoulder.

"Don't just stand there, go quickly."

John regained his composure and quickly ran out of the room.

The moment he ran out of the room, a huge rumble sounded behind him.

The violent shockwave caused him to cough up blood even through the door.

Boom!

After regaining his composure, he suddenly turned around. Through the crack in the broken door, he saw that the room was in complete disarray, and his teacher was nowhere to be seen.

"The teacher...is dead?"

John was suddenly overcome with immense fear. He was only seven years old, and his teacher was the person he trusted most.

Now his teacher is dead.

The wizards in the other rooms had already come out of their rooms, and upon seeing John lying on the ground, they immediately took a step forward and came to John's side.

However, his words were not reassuring, but rather an anxious inquiry: "John, what did Anka discover? What message did he ask you to pass on? Calm down, calm down, don't forget!"

John stared blankly at the wizard, a wizard he recognized as a friend of his teacher.

But now, the wizard seemed completely unconcerned about his teacher's death.

"Teacher, the teacher said that the other side has deployed a Gustav Type III mortar. He also said that the other side has released an area-of-effect bewitching spell."

"The Gustav Type III mortar? And a wide-area bewitching spell!?"

Upon hearing John's news, the wizard's expression changed instantly. Instead of comforting his friend's only student, he flew directly towards the top of the tower through the flight path.

John looked at him, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

Helplessness and sorrow overwhelmed his heart like a tidal wave, turning the whole world gray.

"Little one, wipe your tears, don't cry anymore."

The unfamiliar voice made John look up, and in front of him, an unfamiliar wizard handed him a handkerchief.

Then, he calmly said, "Little guy, welcome to the battlefield."

The battlefield has no faith in tears.

(End of this chapter)