Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 201 The Appearance of a Divine Being

A series of deafening crashes echoed as the cave trembled violently.

The sudden attack marked the beginning of the war.

Hellfire erupted from the ground and raged across the White Rock Mountain camp, causing heavy casualties among the unsuspecting spellcasters. Once they realized what was happening, they launched a counterattack.

An ice spike technique that conjures ice out of thin air!

A wind blade technique as transparent as a crescent moon!

Various low- and mid-level spells continuously attacked the Hellfire's rocky body.

However, it had almost no effect!

Just as the book said, Hellfire possesses magic resistance and is immune to spells below the Super Rank.

Hellfire swung his fist, smashing a terrified mage student to death. Another charge shattered the diamond-shaped shield blocking the front line, and yet another fell victim.

The equally massive blue water elemental unleashed a powerful attack, attempting to entangle the rock demon for several rounds. The flames on the hellfire's surface intensified instead of diminishing, as it furiously charged towards the water elemental.

The unstoppable force of the 100-ton king crushed everything in its path.

The water element exploded, evaporating into smoke.

The two hastily formed clay golems clung to the body of Hellfire. It was like two children clinging to a raging adult man, only to be mercilessly knocked out by two punches.

The hellfire rushed towards an elderly mage instructor with white hair, raising its destructive fist once more. Just as it was about to strike, the old woman rode her broomstick and soared into the sky.

"Scatter!" Witcher mentor Ginsley shouted from the crowd.

Only super-tier spells can destroy these demonic rocks. However, the possibility of friendly fire must be taken into account.

A barrage of hellfire rained down. Selena, the headmistress of the Mage Division, frantically waved her mage hand, deflecting the falling demonic rocks.

Too many! At least ten times the number of the hill camp that was attacked last time.

"Could it be the final battle tonight?!" Selena thought to herself, her heart pounding.

The demonic rocks that had landed near White Rock Mountain sprang up from the ground and launched a relentless attack on the camp.

A total of one hundred squadrons.

The high-ranking spellcasters from the various divisions, who had flown into the sky, argued about whether to use single-target spells or area-of-effect spells.

There are too many enemies! Single-target spells might not be enough to handle them. Spells like Spatial Slice can easily kill Hellfire, but they also consume a lot of resources.

Or is something like a Focused Energy spell more convenient?

As the students, unable to fly, sank into despair, a faint voice echoed through the night sky.

"It's so noisy!"

The ghostly figure flashed by, shattering the steel body of the Demon Rock into pieces wherever it passed.

It was a complete one-sided crushing defeat, just like how Hellfire crushed the student army before, or even worse.

In the world observed by the Source Eye, only he was moving slowly; everyone else remained still. Expressions of terror and panic were frozen on their faces, like a painting.

A time difference of 256 times, even the speed of sound slows one to the point of being like a dying old man. Remaining motionless, the demonic sword slices through everything in its path.

Destructive black lightning danced across the battlefield.

The horrified people were astonished to find that the surging Hellfire Legion's bodies exploded in rows, falling to the ground like dominoes and turning into lifeless stones.

The crisis that threatened to destroy the entire White Rock Mountain camp vanished in an instant, as if it were an unreal dream.

"A human being with divine abilities is hiding in the shadows!"

The demon general Bazerol hurriedly withdrew his gaze from his hiding place.

It's ridiculous that a demon can feel fear. Yet, it's actually happening now.

As an ancient demon race with a lineage from the Abyss, Bazelor once possessed the memories of the previous generation. The Abyss had once invaded the planet Oran. The Dreadlord of their race led his Hellfire Legion in a battle against the god-like Hercules, a conflict that lasted three days and three nights.

Finally, the story ends with Hercules, the god-man, retreating in exhaustion.

Even Hercules, the god-man, never went to such extremes in a one-sided massacre.

A hundred squadrons of Hellfire Legion could hold him off for at least fifteen minutes.

Unless, through fusion with a divine artifact, it is elevated to a higher level.

Bazerol regarded the other party as someone comparable to Lord Mosank.

It cannot be looked at directly, cannot be perceived, and its name cannot be called directly…

Two miles away, a hilly camp.

Demonic rocks crashed down, and hellfire erupted from the ground. An unknown number of fully-formed demons launched a coordinated attack from all sides.

The so-called elite human magic swordsmen were nothing more than a swarm of headless flies, completely disorganized. Some even lost their minds and attacked their own people, raising suspicions of personal revenge.

Bomb the camp!

An outcome no one expected.

A group of people who were already unwilling to go to the battlefield had little willpower, and their morale could not compare to that of the student army that regularly received patriotic education.

The Violet Kingdom, a fragmented entity, could only be temporarily united by shared interests. However, the kingdom was not willing to offer the vast majority of its people the resources to risk their lives.

Normally, everything is peaceful and uneventful. But once an attack occurs, the current upheaval unfolds.

The mountains and fields were filled with fleeing figures.

Compared to facing the unshakeable power of Hellfire, escaping is a more self-interested choice.

"A bunch of rabble." The higher-ups, who were secretly observing the battle, gave the same assessment.

It could be disdain, sneer, helplessness, or heartbreak.

The weak cannot even unite; they can only be slaughtered by the strong.

Meanwhile, several other camps were also attacked.

The once-powerful Royal Guard Knights bore the brunt of the pressure. The hellfire raining down from the sky seemed endless.

Hathaway wielded the Golden Osmanthus Sword, its blade transforming into golden petals as it desperately blocked the area above her head.

"All cavalry units shall break out according to plan."

The officer carrying the magical communication device received a message from the commander.

The golden petals fluttering in the air were like a god wielding a long whip, easily clearing a path.

Dragon Knight Rhodes rode a black dragon and soared into the sky.

"If it's a decisive battle, then the demon generals and lords of the demon legion will all appear." Hathaway's mood was heavy. The Royal Guard Knights, including Rhodes, Black Dragon, and Golden Osmanthus Sword, only had the combat power of three major holy domains.

While there is no shortage of core talent, the leadership lacks sufficient experience and depth. Despite being the main force, no one is stepping forward to cooperate.

In theory, the Royal Guard Knights should be accompanied by ten Saint-level powerhouses.

A golden-armored female knight riding a white unicorn, with a horde of cavalry gradually gathering behind her, fought her way through the demons.

While the divine weapon, the Golden Osmanthus Sword, is undoubtedly invincible, Hathaway's individual strength cannot be ignored. She possesses a near-perfect body, reaching the limits of her genetic potential. Her combat skills have been proven on the battlefield. Furthermore, she possesses magical abilities!

Every descendant of a top-tier noble family is entitled to divine blessings. Combined with various effective methods to stimulate awakening, the probability of becoming a spellcaster after birth can reach over 60-70%.

However, Hathaway did not pursue the path of dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, but instead devoted herself solely to martial arts.

With the aid of mental power, coupled with good comprehension and various opportunities for practical combat, she has been steadily improving her skills.

Becoming a Saint is not an unattainable goal for Valkyrie candidates, but rather a goal they can pursue…

(End of this chapter)