Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 203 The Choice of Support

The tense situation continues to escalate.

The appearance of the divine being triggered a chain reaction, turning what was initially a small-scale probing attack into a major battle.

The Abyss Lord's legions and demon generals were all mobilized. Their ultimate goal was to crush humanity and inflict as much damage as possible.

The reason for the temporary change of plans is twofold.

On one hand, there's the immense unpredictability brought about by these divine beings. On the other hand, the so-called human elites have performed terribly. They're nothing more than a disorganized rabble devoid of discipline and willingness to sacrifice.

"None of you will escape!"

Two bright purple demonic doors appeared behind the demon wizard Lavaki. A pack of three-headed hellhounds roared and charged out from the doors.

During their developmental stage, hellhounds have dark red skin, which turns purple when fully grown. Occasionally, some lucky ones undergo bloodline mutation, growing three heads, their skin turning dark blue, and their strength increasing further.

Cerberus, known as the Spellcaster Hunter, possesses a bloodline talent that burns the soul, ignoring mental shields—an irresistible disaster for low-level spellcasters. Burning the soul also depletes vital energy. Often, the body succumbs before the mental energy is exhausted.

The demon wizard Lavaki summoned a squadron of one hundred Cerberus.

Each one weighs over three tons, and its dark red eyes gleam with a bloodthirsty light in the darkness.

The strength of a demon wizard can be considered to be at the seventh level, possessing both magical and physical prowess. They possess a powerful physique, accumulated spiritual energy over countless years, and an inexhaustible array of summoned creatures.

Even when encountering a superhuman, one can contend with them head-on for a long time.

Rhodes brandished his inscribed sword and charged fearlessly into the ranks of Cerberus, the roaring thunder dragons wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

A figure enveloped in blue-white lightning leaped rapidly. The strength of a fully armed human Saint-level being surpassed that of an ordinary demon general.

With Rhodes' strength, combined with the Black Dragon, he could probably be considered a fifth-tier spellcaster, comparable to a typical Saint-level spellcaster.

However, even against a Saint-level spellcaster skilled in combat, victory is still difficult. It's even less likely that they can defeat someone who excels in both magic and martial arts.

Now that the black dragon is no longer there to help, the outcome will be as expected.

The inability to break through existing boundaries is merely a matter of how long one persists.

The demon caster raised the dragonbone wand, and after completing the mental lock, several beams of debuffing light flew out.

Aging, disability, petrification, smoldering fire, frozen life, fear…

A blue-white battle aura transformed into a lightning dragon that surrounded Rhode. The barrier formed by the lightning's inherent purification effect prevented any negative energy from getting close.

With a furious roar, the Holy Swordsman's aura tore the earth apart, and wherever he passed, the body of Cerberus exploded, with lightning leaping across the ground and in the air.

"Miss is gone!" Rod breathed a sigh of relief.

Hathaway staying would have been futile. Even with everyone working together, they still lost more often than they won.

The light of Death Finger illuminated the tip of the Dragonbone Wand. The forbidden magic, once feared throughout the Dark Ages, had long since lost its power. Humanity had already devised various methods to counter it.

Rhode's gaze was calm as he cleared his mind of distractions and faced the situation with equanimity. The instant-death effect of Death Finger was weakened by the three major mental runes, making its success probability extremely low. Mental Enhancement, Mental Protection, and Mental Fire. These were meant to stabilize the vessel called the physical body, preventing it from being submerged by the raging storms of the outside world.

Rhodes' eyes went unfocused; the intense mental shock caused him to lose control of his body. The three-headed hellhounds swarmed forward, trying to seize the opportunity to tear the human before them apart.

However, anyone who approaches with malicious intent will be attacked without mercy. This stems from a self-preservation instinct developed in the realm of combat.

The demon wizard brandished his dragon bone wand, and the swirling black flames coalesced into a massive tornado that swept powerfully toward the holy swordsman.

A scene of great escape unfolds at the hill camp.

The mournful and chaotic cries could be faintly heard even from the Baiyanshan camp, which was two miles away.

With all sides under attack simultaneously, hope received information from all the support reels and found himself in a dilemma.

Normally, it would be better to provide support from the nearest available location. However, considering the bigger picture, rescuing a rabble is less valuable than reinforcing the elite Royal Guard.

Tai'an was shrouded in a black cloak of shadow, the light distorted around his face. After dealing with the enemy, he immediately went to hope's location. Although less than a minute had passed, he still felt somewhat impatient.

Have you thought it through?

"Leave the problems in the vicinity to us. You go and support the Royal Guard."

"Where is it located!"

"My guardian angel will guide you..."

White light coalesced into a phoenix, which flew around the two of them, leaving faint silver threads in its wake.

Tai'an let his thoughts linger on his body, and hope's voice echoed in his mind.

"Head to the coordinates of Hathaway, the commander of the Royal Guard."

The next second, black lightning shot into the sky and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go too!"

hope's mental consciousness instantly connected with all the high-ranking spellcasters present.

Within a certain scope, a dimension of spiritual interconnection is established with oneself as the center, similar to a private chat group.

"I thought it would be a lot of trouble! I didn't expect it to be solved so easily..."

"The thought that we have experts here makes me feel especially at ease."

With everyone's thoughts converging, they did not delay their journey.

The tip of the Lightwood wand in the hand of Headmistress Christina was gathering a large amount of light element.

Bright suns illuminated the sky above the camp.

Although it has no lethality, it is of great significance.

The chaotic atmosphere began to calm down, and the panic in the camp was effectively alleviated. Organized resistance emerged among the humans, and they were no longer a disorganized mob.

Dense meteor trails appeared in the sky, trailing long, fiery red tails. A high-level spell, Meteor Shower, rained down upon the square formation of fully-formed demons.

The results were not ideal.

The abyss environment is extremely hot, and most demons have very high fire resistance. Unless they encounter truly extreme high temperatures, similar to a focused energy spell, they will not suffer fatal damage.

Enraged, the demons fearlessly stormed the human camp.

The ogre swung his stone hammer, knocking away the demon swordsman who was blocking his way.

The thin young man's bones were shattered, and he flew into the sky like a broken rag doll.

The ogres were attacked from all directions. Battle energies of various colors left deep, bone-revealing wounds on their massive bodies.

The bearded swordsman in the grey robe roared and unleashed his battle technique. The battle aura concentrated on the blade instantly pierced through the ogre's stomach, leaving a huge hole, and the massive body collapsed to the ground.

Before they could even cheer or feel excited, the two ogres tore open the tent blocking their path and pounced on the bearded swordsman.

The swinging hammer swept across his scalp. He rolled on the ground, ignoring his disheveled state.

The panicked figures around them became the best shield, successfully drawing most of the ogre's attention.

(End of this chapter)