Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 699 Breaching the Fortress (4-in-1)

Unnoticed by anyone, in the warehouse inside the war fortress, subtle mental fluctuations were circulating.

Mysterious power of faith continuously converged and poured into this newborn spirit.

His essence is merely an existence of the Black Iron rank.

But ironically, it also possesses divinity.

A large amount of spiritual energy, leaning towards bestial instincts and human emotions, intertwined and wrapped tightly around the black golem like fine hair.

It was like a black vortex, quietly swirling.

But all of this was completely undetectable from the surface, because Roy had disguised it with his skillful alchemical magic.

Even the subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy were blocked by the fossilized shell encasing the golem.

However, as time went by, a strange spiritual energy field emerged around them just a few days later.

The war fortress, at the level of a mage tower, possesses a protective mechanism that senses mental anomalies, and it instantly detected this anomaly.

The tower spirit immediately sensed this and issued a warning: "There may be enemies infiltrating the fortress!"

Archmage Rum and Archmage Greya frowned deeply.

"It's not necessarily an enemy infiltration; it could also be 'human control,' or the influence of other mental illnesses or magical techniques."

There are many reasons why the War Fortress issues warnings, and even using the mystical "prophecy" to investigate may not be enough to know everything.

It's practically impossible to investigate every single one of these vague warnings.

But after some thought, Archmage Rum still summoned several young mages.

"There seems to be some trouble in the tower lately, please keep a close watch on the patrols!"

"Yes!"

The young monk agreed.

……

"attack!"

"Come on!"

The armored troops launched another attack.

Thousands upon thousands charged head-on at the enemy's elemental army, the vast array of elements waving their arms and simultaneously hurling energy balls at them.

Instantly, an explosion roared.

Before a newly enlisted Fran alien warrior could even see what was happening, he felt himself being thrown into the air by a scorching heat wave. His body floated for more than ten meters in the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground.

He instinctively tried to get up, but was horrified to find that he couldn't muster any strength.

Looking down, he was horrified.

"My legs...my back! Ah!"

The armor that covered his body shattered, and everything below his waist disappeared!
The rapid blood loss caused dizziness, and the lizardman's vertical pupils trembled with terror.

But no one paid any attention to him.

Spurred by the prospect of military merit, his comrades roared and charged forward wildly.

Some comrades who were given performance-enhancing drugs did not feel any pain at all. They treated broken arms and legs as nothing and continued to charge forward with their courage.

"I'm so...so unwilling to accept this!"

He only had the strength of a mid-level knight, and was equipped with only a simple high-level knight's "private soldier armor".

Therefore, everything went black quickly, and he lost consciousness.

……

After some time, it was the end of September.

The flames of war raged on, and spells roared.

"Meteor Shower", "Ice Storm", "Poison Cloud", "Poison Nova", "Chain Lightning"...

There was also a barrage of technological artillery fire, composed of various kinds of magical gunpowder and alchemical bombs, raining down like a storm.

Almost every moment, the main battlefield was covered by various spells ranging from level zero to level one.

Every now and then, there are also level two or three large-scale destructive spells!
In comparison, the battlefield firepower on the flanks was slightly weaker, but it was still no match for the tactical nuclear-level bombardment.

Adlari and the others hid in the makeshift fortifications, feeling the intense roar overhead, their hearts filled with terror.

These veterans, who have survived more than half a year on the interdimensional battlefield and are taking tranquilizers every day, are beginning to develop drug resistance.

At this point, all they can rely on is their own will.

However, the will of intelligent beings has its limits. They have been continuously assigned combat missions, and their spirits are on the verge of collapse.

"Damn it, when will this ever end?"

Noticing that the durability of the fortifications above his head was constantly decreasing, the already experienced Adari suddenly had a bad feeling.

He rushed into the defensive hole, pulled out a piece of enchanted steel plate, and tried to patch it up.

But at that moment, several fireballs were fired in quick succession, each with a power between 100 and 300 degrees, completely covering the cave where it was hidden.

Edrari wasn't hit directly, but when he came to his senses, he found himself lying in scorched earth.

Fire element spread in, and the intense heat scorched the surface of the armor.

At the same time, harmful gases produced by highly toxic substances such as white phosphorus and chlorine spread.

Although his armor was advanced and protected his face, his wounds were still mercilessly exposed.

The intense stimulation caused his muscles to twitch repeatedly, and the condition of his wound rapidly deteriorated.

Am I finally going to die?

A moment of distraction caused his mind to tremble, generating fluctuations dozens or even hundreds of times greater than usual.

Overwhelmed by fear, he felt himself fall into darkness, surrounded by many inexplicable beings, whether undead or his teammates.

"I am scared……"

"Woooooooo..."

"Hahahaha, the King of Terror will destroy the world! None of you will escape!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill everyone!"

"You bastards, you all deserve to die!"

"No...no...help!"

"Eek...hehe..."

Like a kaleidoscope, the scene is reflected by countless shards of glass, and all sorts of sounds, whether fearful, frenzied, or chaotic, resound in the mind.

"Am I... finally going to die?"

As Edrari lay dying, he seemed to resonate with a mysterious being and saw the figure of a terrifying being.

It was a colossal giant that reached the heavens and the earth.

His face was indistinct, but even his head alone was the size of the planet Fran.

A crimson light burst forth from his eyes, piercing through the barrier of the material plane and gazing directly down upon him.

"what!"

Aedra suddenly screamed.

From the depths of the soul...

The intense pain, as if his entire body were being cut open, was unbearable, and he fainted.

……

Near the warehouse, inside the recycling workshop.

Among the mountains of loot, the level 2 wizard golem appeared calm on the outside, but inside it surged with intense energy, like lava rolling inside a volcano.

The immense spiritual power of the "divine abomination" level is constantly rising within it, rapidly growing from 1 degree for ordinary beings to 10, then 100 degrees, and 1000 degrees!
fear……

Madness...

despair……

anger……

At this moment, all the negative emotions of the Fran aliens quickly converged, and through faith, they coalesced to create a god.

It's like a high-pressure gas filling a confined space, suddenly ignited by an electric spark.

The divine fire has been lit!
But it only lasted for a moment before quietly going out.

The god of death, like a stillborn infant monster, displays terrifying power in a new way similar to the undead.

******
Inside the war fortress, in the monitoring room.

The mages Yede, Franti, and others kept a close eye on the various instruments and magic array compass.

In the air, light intertwined, runes flickered, and projections of various data flowed like water.

"That's really strange. The tower spirit clearly issued a warning, but we just can't find it!"

"Is it because the mental pollution of the soldiers who went out to fight exceeded the threshold?"

Such incidents of collective psychological pollution could also be misjudged as foreign invasion!

"It's possible, but Diana has already undergone random checks and nothing has been found."

The monks were completely baffled.

Ultimately, someone voiced the possibility that no one wanted to mention: "It might be some kind of high-level entity."

The Archmage Mareshar is also lurking in this star system. Could it be... that He's behind this?

"That's going to be difficult!"

The monks all frowned.

Beings at the level of Grand Wizard or above are pure spirits.

Even a mere glance could cause various instruments inside the war fortress to malfunction or react abnormally.

But they also used special methods to probe their surroundings.

There are no large-scale spiritual entities like celestial bodies!
Just then, the people in the conversation inexplicably felt a chill run down their spines.

The magical lights seemed to be affected by a mysterious mental force at the same time, dimming for no apparent reason.

After that, like an old light bulb, it flickered on and off, alternating between light and dark.

In the dimly lit control room, piles of skulls had inexplicably appeared.

Suddenly, Yede saw several skinned, bloody humanoid bodies appear abruptly before him.

They were cruelly impaled with sharp spears and arranged in a sacrificial pose.

Bloody palm prints appeared on the surrounding walls, the ground, and various instruments, with bizarre, worm-like runes twisting and turning.

Yede paused, then suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"what!"

……

At the same time, in several other areas, many mages went mad and acted incoherently.

Franti and the others also saw the terrifying scenes they had imagined in their minds, and they trembled with fear.

"I...I'll kill you all!"

"Take my Fireball!"

Terrifying blood shadows and bizarre hallucinations disrupted their senses.

In the library, one after another, the big-eared dwarfs who were originally somewhat cute have been transformed into monsters of the River Styx in the eyes of many.

The book also opened its fangs and maw, devouring the novice mages one after another.

Various alien species and servants have turned into monsters.

It's unclear who chanted the "Fireball" spell in the restricted area. Although the "Spell Nullification Barrier" quickly took effect and blocked it, it still couldn't stop someone from randomly hitting and smashing things. One of the staff members smashed the head of the administrator.

Power room.

Several people watched in horror as one large elemental monster after another crawled out of the elemental pool.

"No...not good!"

"Elemental life forms have emerged from inside!"

"They are attacking; suspected fel energy contamination!"

The operator went to the instrument on the side, intending to lower the gate, but was discovered and refused by the tower spirit.

"Illegal operation!"
The element pool has no abnormalities; the stop procedure will not be executed!

"Warning! Warning! Violation of regulations!"

"Damn, what's going on?"

"Ah...don't come any closer!"

"Ice Cone," "Frost Armor," "Water Wall"...

Various kinds of magical attacks were unleashed.

Unwilling to accept his fate, the mage fled in terror while launching a counterattack.

In several other locations, mages also teamed up to deal with the suddenly appearing monsters.

Unbeknownst to them, at that very moment, what Archmage Rum and the others, located in the command center, witnessed was a completely different scene.

"What's wrong with those people? They've all gone mad!"

The numerous monks went mad, engaging in a battle of wits and courage against thin air, shouting in all sorts of terror.

The tower spirit orb floating in the air flickered rapidly, as if humanity were in a state of anxiety: "Large energy field detected!"
It's a form of spiritual pollution at the divine level!

Its effect is similar to the "Fear" spell!

"what!"

Archmage Rum's mind raced, and after a moment, he finally retrieved the relevant information from his memory.

"Is it a divine abomination or something similar? Or has an evil god descended?"
We underestimated the enemy's methods!

"Immediately activate the highest-level emergency response!"
All important facilities and magic arrays were handed over to mechanical intelligence for management!

Furthermore, deploy a mental protective barrier, "Sacred Sanctuary!"

Archmage Greya quickly gave the order as well.

The mages possessed ample knowledge and a wide range of countermeasures.

But at that moment, another serious alarm also sounded.

"The enemy has mobilized all its forces and launched a general offensive!"

The two high priests' faces darkened, and they no longer harbored any hope.

……

"Code name 'Trojan Horse'... has been successfully activated!"
Success or failure hinges on this one move.

Pass on my order: all bases on the desolate planet are to mobilize at full strength.

The teleportation array is activated; reserve troops, move in immediately!

On the far side of the desolate planet, at the base of the Wizard Expeditionary Force.

Roy was dressed in platinum armor, his handsome face covered by a visor, with a demonic hand floating behind him and a large hammer in his hand.

Meanwhile, Artedia, Prandtse, Nisa, Beryl, and other subordinates stood behind her.

Even Alice was sitting in an inconspicuous spot at the back, cradling the girl's head.

On the other side, Legatus, Aug, Tugor, and others also mobilized their respective troops and quickly set out.

Soon enough, Roy's side used the three-headed dragon Trekepharos and other puppets as the vanguard, and the Priti and other battle armors as the second echelon.

Following behind, many wizards used the levitation stones among the war supplies to quickly build a "floating ladder" leading to the sky.

"Weightlessness", "flight", "jumping"...

Various auxiliary spells were cast freely, and the blessed warriors walked through the air as if on flat ground, continuously rising upwards.

Boom! Boom!
The attack on the war fortress arrived as expected.

Strangely, it weakened considerably after a short while, leaving only a number of clearly automatic weapons and autonomous mechanical constructs still in operation.

Roy was not surprised at all. His main body moved faster than the others, quickly crossing the corridor bridge and heading straight for the gate. A moment later, he punched the tall steel gate in front of him.

Just then, a new "Force Wall" spell was formed, and the impenetrable wall that had troubled the army many times once again protected this huge fortress built by the magic industry.

However, with the blessing of "Activation Technique" and "Sage's Proverb", and with all six chakras activated, he had already pushed "Magic Burst Fist" to its limit.

[Violent Aesthetics], [Secret Magic Dispelling]!
Amidst the deafening roar, the gate, which resembled a steel dam, was blasted open with a huge hole!
******
"Oh!"

"The fortress gate has been breached!"

"Charge in! Kill them!"

Seeing this scene greatly boosted morale.

What followed was a thunderous roar of jubilation.

The expeditionary force rushed in, finally stepping inside the war fortress.

Numerous mechanical guards and summoned monsters tried to resist, but to no avail.

At this stage of the war, it can no longer be changed by the bravery of a single individual.

unless……

Level 3 and above powerhouses fight to the death!
Roy and Legatos naturally understood this principle and personally led their troops there.

However, he did not rush forward, but instead allowed his subordinates to enter the territory, investigate the situation inside, and act as pawns to test the waters.

They were also afraid that the other side would rush out and fight them to the death.

If an opponent at the level of a Grand Mage were to charge out and fight to the death at any cost, even a Level 3 Wizard would have to be afraid.

"Where is your demon statue?"

During this time, Legatus sent a message to Roy.

"I can vaguely sense its location, and the effect seems to be much better than initially expected; it hasn't been sealed yet!"

"The strength of divine abominations is inherently difficult to determine, but without exception, they all cause the pollution of divinity. Ordinary people are mentally fragile and are more likely to have their souls twisted, resulting in a complete and permanent change!"

I've heard that such things often arise in the deepest, most chaotic abyss.

Those ancient demons, even strange monsters, are all connected to it!

Roy nodded, his expression also somewhat solemn.

……

Soon after, good news kept coming from the front.

"We have breached the energy zone and are wreaking havoc!"

"We've stormed the lodging area and captured quite a few prisoners!"

"We have discovered a strategic material depot for logistical support..."

"We've discovered the path to the central command center!"

"Don't rush to grab anything, and don't worry about those mechanical guards!"

"Quickly eliminate any remaining enemy resistance, and also sabotage valves, power lines, and all fortification defenses!"

Roy had to emphasize this again.

Before setting off, the leaders of all the major units gathered together for a combat meeting.

But when it came to the tactical execution phase, the scene became chaotic.

He didn't have any good solutions, so he could only try his best to control the situation.

Fortunately, most of the core strength is still under their control.

Roy's mind connected with his three fragmented clones. With his Beast God body as the vanguard, he slashed down the war puppets in front of him with a single sword strike and quickly broke through to the front of the central command room.

Then, just as teachers in the past used "diamond skin" to cover their arms and smash down the door, he suddenly slashed at it with his sword.

Archmage Rum and Archmage Greya were both inside, glaring furiously at the group that had stormed in.

"We've finally met!"

Roy recognized the other person almost instantly through the eyes of the sliced ​​clone.

"You are...Roy!"

Archmage Rum and Archmage Greya were somewhat surprised to sense the faint soul aura emanating from the sliced ​​clone.

"You can't escape this time!"

Legatus stepped forward.

"It's still uncertain who will run!"

Archmage Greya also became ruthless, pointing his wand and causing numerous demonic figures to appear around him.

Only then did everyone realize that three "gateways to another world" had appeared in the hall at some unknown time.

This portal that opens the dimensional barrier was created by a 9th-ring spell.

Normally, a great mage only summons one during battle, but he was able to control three at the same time.

This clearly indicates expertise in the field of summoning magic, and the ability to harness the energy of the tower spirit.

An endless army of Thornwood Demons, along with all sorts of Thorn Guardians, Withered Vines Guardians, Withered Wood Demons, Blood-Veined Wood Demons...

It all came out at once.

This is a monster born in a world dominated by forests, containing wood-attribute magic.

The monsters born there include those of hero level and above.

Roy and the others immediately spotted hundreds of Level 1 beings and more than a dozen Level 2 beings.

Seeing the gate to another world tremble and even more powerful monsters trying to emerge from it, they immediately dispatched their troops to press forward.

Those are all Matan demons.

Withered vines rained down from above, and the Bloodvine Demon, which had been hiding, launched its attack.

This is a level three monster of the Emperor rank. The entire hall has become its domain. Traps were set up beforehand, waiting for Roy and the others to step in.

But at that moment, Roy and the others, who were about to charge, all retreated quickly and then frantically launched witchcraft, as well as various metallic hydrogen bombs, thermobaric bombs, and tactical nuclear bombs.

The dense horde of monsters was quickly wiped out, and Archmage Rum and Archmage Greya had to do their best to defend themselves, struggling to withstand the onslaught of firepower.

At this moment, Roy's true form finally arrived and immediately joined the battle.

"Another Roy, just how many clones does he have?"

The two high-ranking monks frowned upon seeing this.

"It's alright, we still have... um?"

Before he finished speaking, Roy reached out towards the two of them and activated his magical energy.

The moment he made his move, Nightmare Entanglement and Apache Prohibition were activated, and the central chamber instantly transformed into a dark sky like a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

The smoke and clouds shifted, and her jet-black hair transformed into a giant crescent moon, its color a mix of gold and silver.

The bright moonlight shone from it, and Roy sat on it as if he were sitting on a real moon.

In this nightmare world, a divine power similar to the "Net of All Spirits" spreads, and strands of hair constantly emerge from the depths of the void, launching attacks in all directions.

The two archmages instantly felt immense pressure and tried to attack Roy from above, but then they saw him holding the golden Holy Grail, making a gentle wish, and scattering a shower of golden light.

This is not for attack, but rather to add a layer of barrier, tightly sealing off the surrounding void and isolating it from the outside.

At this point, Artia, Pranz, Nisa, Beryl, and other subordinates swarmed forward, launching an attack with various powerful alchemical items.

Roy provided them with the best supplies, and with the addition of Golden Matan, magical armor, and other cannon fodder troops, they were quite effective. Before long, the Archmage Greya, caught off guard, was hit by the Hammer of Varos in the midst of the melee.

"what!"

He screamed in agony as his brains splattered out.

His numerous defensive measures, including his magical shield, were shattered as if made of paper.

The next moment, the released spirit was slashed several times by the Beast God's body, and the corrupting power spread. Then it was surrounded and attacked by the Serpent God's body and sealed in the stone statue.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Archmage Rum made an unexpected but reasonable move.

That is, raise the staff in your hand high and throw it down.

"Stop hitting me! I...I surrender!"

Roy and Legatos exchanged a glance.

In the end, the "Imprisonment Spell" was unleashed to bind him, then he was fitted with a magic interference device and subjected to numerous layers of seals to prevent resistance.

******
With the surrender of Archmage Rum.

Inside the war fortress, much of the resistance quickly ceased.

In particular, the most elite magical armor legion also laid down their weapons.

At this point, Roy and Legatos checked the results of the battle, and the first thing they needed to confirm was the size of this elite force.

The unexpected discovery was that there were only four Level 4 magical armors left inside the war fortress!
"What's going on? There are far fewer than expected!"

Grandmaster Rum looked troubled, stammered, and couldn't answer.

After a long while, he whispered to the two of them.

"There were only 4 originally..."

"Nonsense! I've seized your official documents and captured your sorcerers. I know there should be six... wait!"

Roy suddenly understood the reason.

"You're drawing salaries without working!"

Legatus understood as well.

If even the level 3 magic armor is like this, then the other units under its command are even more so.

However, after Roy and Legatos took stock, they found that Rum and the others had acted very prudently, and that this was at most one aspect affecting the course of the battle, rather than the core issue.

If it weren't for his use of the "Trojan Horse" strategy, which involved releasing a demonic statue containing strong spiritual pollution inside, this fortress wouldn't have been breached from within.

Upon hearing about the Divine Abomination Golem, Roy immediately sought to retrieve it after Archmage Rum surrendered.

The unexpected discovery was that the logistics warehouse where it was located contained a strong yet distorted mental field.

The mysterious high-energy radiation caused many surrounding materials and parts to mutate.

When Roy finished settling Archmage Rum and tried to approach the area, he immediately saw a bunch of machines rushing towards him.

They were like stone monsters brought to life by witchcraft, frantically attacking themselves.

Artedia and the others quickly defeated it, but in the blink of an eye, their expressions changed drastically.

They were actually shocked by the self-destruction of the twisted soul contained within.

"Twisted evil spirit (Level 1)..."

A mutated life form born from the influence of the divine demon statue, imbued with the power of fear...

Upon destruction, a "Fear Spell" equivalent to the user's own soul level is cast, and a "Fear Totem" is applied...

Roy picked up a few broken parts, found the soul entity among them, and examined it with the Eye of Hermes before realizing what had happened.

"Fortunately, the impact wasn't too deep; it didn't affect the essence of the soul!"

Windsorbell, the Holy Light Priestess, came out, checked the spirits of Artedia and the others, and reported back.

"Small things add up, and it's hard to say what will happen. Let's stop exploring further for now and seal off these paths."

Roy's expression was somewhat solemn; this was something even he himself was reluctant to touch.

After all, it involves the realm of the soul, which is often occupied by beings of high status.

Even lower-ranking individuals often possess various primal and pure powers.

He even vaguely sensed the characteristics of the abyssal magic within it; that evil and chaotic texture remains impressive to this day.

"What about the statues?"

Nisha asked.

"Never mind, let's leave it here for now and recycle it when we have the chance!"

Roy shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Deep down, he had a premonition that he had inadvertently created something extraordinary, perhaps already at level three or even level four.

In truth, given my own spiritual level, it's not that I'm incapable of dealing with such a thing.

In the realm of the soul, those of high status have a significant advantage.

If you're not afraid of contamination and are willing to brave this divine level of spiritual pollution to clean up the mess, the other side might not be able to do anything to you.

This is the confidence of someone at the sixth level.

But to use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, it's like a shallow cesspool, only up to the knees. It won't drown you, but you might not want to go in and clean it.

Divine abominations are originally the corpses of gods or fallen souls, and are even more filthy and terrifying than many evil gods.

He really doesn't want to have too much contact unless it's absolutely necessary.

……

"Roy, I heard you sealed off the Third Warehouse District. What's going on?"

Not long after, Legatos, who was cleaning up the battlefield on the other side, found Roy and asked him about it.

He had just heard about Roy's order, but he didn't quite understand it.

Roy then told him the reason.

"Golem...mutated!"
Has the growth rate far exceeded expectations?

Legatus was greatly surprised.

But soon, he understood why Roy was unwilling to deal with it.

Dropping dirty bombs may feel good in the moment, but the aftermath is time-consuming and laborious.

Let whoever wants to know!
If I don't handle this myself, it will likely fall to the guardian wizards and the new governor...

Moreover, who will pay for the remediation costs is also a crucial issue!

Now that we've finally captured this war fortress, the first thing to do is to move the spoils we can carry and clean up the battlefield.

Who would be so bored as to mess with that stuff?

Let the later generations deal with this headache.

Moreover, even if it were to be taken back, the first step should be to eradicate the "King of Terror" worship below, cutting off the source of faith for the statue, before considering anything else.

That would make things much easier.

Having understood these key points, Legatos didn't say anything more and completely acquiesced to his decision.

Subsequently, reports came from various subordinates, with their significant victories overshadowing all the other disturbances.

"Roy, we've struck it rich this time!"

Inside the fortress, in a temporarily prepared, enclosed room.

Legatos glanced at the list with a hint of excitement and slapped his hand on the metal tabletop.

Although he tried his best to control his strength, his slightly excited mood still caused him to slap the spot, leaving a deep palm print.

"Four magical battle suits, all of which are the best configurations from the Ellen Star people, as well as the Light Star Antimony and Electric Star Antimony that you've been talking about for years!"

There were also more than 30 other level-two battle suits in good condition, along with various wands, magic scrolls, autonomous machines, magical devices, and magical materials...

Another major gain was the discovery of the Tower Spirits that didn't have time to execute their self-destruct sequence!

We were fortunate enough to capture the artificial intelligence of this war fortress, the Spirit of the Fortress!

"Oh?"

Throughout the entire process, Roy restrained his joy.

Because at his level, tens of millions or hundreds of millions of magic stones are nothing special to him.

Resources that can help you advance further or develop your influence are what you should focus on.

Therefore, the low-level armor or ordinary materials were automatically ignored, and only a few pieces of Star Antimony and armor available for reverse engineering were seen.

But the Tower Spirit is definitely a major and unexpected gain worth paying attention to!
"Come on, let's go take a look."

Roy immediately suggested it.

He had previously followed his teacher to breach the mage tower, but had failed to capture the tower spirit.

Legatos agreed and immediately took him there.

(End of this chapter)