I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 475 The River of Light
The instant the command was given.

Jemin's consciousness completed its final connection with the control core of the twelve giant cannons.

He "felt" that he simultaneously possessed twelve additional "bodies," each a massive metal pillar thirty meters long and three meters in diameter, engraved with over seven million intricate runes, currently greedily drawing upon the massive energy stored in the temporary elemental pool at the bottom of the fortress.

Then, he turned the "gaze" of these "bodies" to the area outside the boundary line on the sand table, where the red light spots were most concentrated.

locking.

It is not necessary to precisely target a specific individual.

Only that area needs to be covered.

"emission."

"Jeremy said softly in his mind."

The exterior of Fortress No. 7.

The twelve turrets, located in different directions of the fortress, simultaneously emitted a deep hum, as if a giant beast were awakening.

The multi-layered armor plates on top of the turret slide open to the sides, revealing the bottomless launch silos below.

Inside the well, blinding white light began to gather.

That wasn't ordinary light; it was a highly concentrated collection of elements that had been forcibly stripped of their "energy properties" and returned to their most primal "fire element."

Wherever the light reached, the inner walls of the metal turret began to show signs of melting, and the air ionized, producing large arcs of electricity.

Charge.

then……

Twelve pure white beams of light, each over five meters in diameter, shot out from the cannon muzzle.

The beam of light did not shoot into the sky, but instead struck the "boundary" 120 kilometers ahead at a slightly downward angle.

At the same time, other turrets on the metal fortress, and even turrets on other fortresses, also launched their attacks.

These beams of light began to spread and merge as they flew.

Upon reaching the target airspace, countless beams of light merged into a river of destructive light, over three kilometers wide, composed purely of the laws of "decomposition" and "purification."

Everything is "simplified" along the path swept by the river of light.

Whether it's the curse ripples of the Chaos Cult or the annihilation beams of the Tower of Annihilation, they both lose their special characteristics in the face of the more fundamental law of decomposition, turning into free elemental energy.

Even the space itself was briefly "ironed out" of all its wrinkles and undulations.

And those unlucky wizards who happened to be within the range of the River of Light's coverage...

Those at levels three to five didn't even have time to scream before their bodies vaporized in the white light, and their soul fragments were swept up and shattered by the elemental turbulence.

At level six, the protective shield melted away like thin ice under the sun, and the physical body began to disintegrate at the molecular level.

Only a lucky few who reacted the fastest and immediately used their life-saving trump cards managed to escape the Light River's range, but they were all seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Even among the nearly one hundred level-seven wizards at the forefront, more than a dozen were unable to dodge in time and were grazed by the edge of the River of Light.

A seventh-tier wizard from the Chaos Cult had half of his body engulfed in white light.

He roared madly, and a thick blood-red mist erupted from his body in an attempt to resist, but the mist was "purified" into harmless steam the moment it came into contact with the white light.

His right arm, right shoulder, and half of his chest disappeared silently, like pencil marks erased by an eraser.

He staggered backward, his remaining left eye filled with shock, anger, and lingering fear.

If he hadn't decisively abandoned that part of his body and used the "Pain Transfer" curse to distribute the damage to his cannon fodder units, he might have perished just now.

The river of light lasted for three seconds.

Three seconds later, the energy was exhausted and the white light dissipated.

What remains is a "blank zone" that is three kilometers wide, more than 1,500 kilometers long, and whose height is immeasurable.

Within the zone, the sky at the edge is an exceptionally pure azure blue, as all clouds, dust, and residual energy have been purified.

At the highest point of this sky, one could vaguely see the scene of "another" space. It was a chaotic void that had been created by a powerful attack that briefly erased the dimensional barrier.

A molten trench, hundreds of meters deep with smooth, mirror-like edges, appeared on the ground.

This shot abruptly ended the pursuit.

The wizards of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation stopped in their tracks before the ravine.

They hovered in mid-air, gazing at the dividing line in front of them that seemed to have been drawn on the earth with a giant brush, their expressions extremely solemn.

Further into the ravine, through the lingering glow of the remaining energy, they finally saw the layout of the Norren Workshop.

On the desolate land, every few dozen kilometers, stands a black metal fortress.

The surface of the fortress shimmered with the glow of runes, and the turret on top was slowly adjusting its angle.

Between these fortresses, in the vast airspace, were countless cannon fodder legions that almost completely obscured the view.

And, hovering at the very front of the cannon fodder legion, that one exuding a chillingly oppressive aura…

The army of shadows.

On the side of the Chaos Cult, Mordigian, the Rotting Throat, slowly flew to the front of the battle.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the distant cluster of fortresses, countless data streams of computational light flashing rapidly deep within his pupils.

Soon, he came to a conclusion.

"The super-giant composite defense array... with those metal fortresses as nodes, has initially completed the energy circuit connection."

His voice was low and hoarse, filled with suppressed anger.

"Although it's not perfect yet, and its defensive strength is probably only 30% of the design value... it's still a troublesome turtle shell."

Mordigian spat fiercely, and a few drops of pus and blood spurted from his rotting lips.

"The number of alchemy wizards at Norren Workshop... is far too many!"

This is exactly what he feared most.

With their fates corrupted and their movements unpredictable, the only thing they could do was to immediately launch a full-scale attack after the cursed attack ended, striving to defeat the enemy with overwhelming numbers before they could build a complete defensive system.

But they were only delayed by the vanguard legion for less than ten minutes...

The other side has already completed the main construction of hundreds of fortresses and has initially connected the magic array network between the fortresses!
"But now that we're here..."

Mordigian took a deep breath, a movement that made his chest wheeze like a bellows.

He slowly raised his decaying right hand and waved it forward.

"Then we can't just retreat like that."

The order was transmitted instantly throughout the entire army via the mental network.

"All units..."

"Cannon fodder legion, release!"

"First wave of attack, begin!"

The instant the command was given.

In the direction of the allied forces of the Chaos Cult and the Tower of Annihilation, the boundless black tide began to boil.

Hundreds of millions of cannon fodder units were released by the wizards, roaring and howling like swarms of insects emerging from their nests, transforming into torrents that rushed towards the trench plowed out by the light cannons, and towards the Norren Workshop defense line that was waiting in full battle array behind the trench.

The sky was completely obscured.

The earth groaned under the trampling of billions of tons of mass.

The war has entered its bloodiest phase.

(End of this chapter)