Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

"Form ranks!"

Accompanied by the clear sound of horns, the charging Silver Moon Knights uniformly lowered their four-meter-long magic-piercing spears.

Thousands upon thousands of spear tips trembled on the same horizontal line, and the magical circuits resonated instantly, condensing into a crescent-shaped blade of light in front of the formation.

For a moment, the only sound on one side of Silvertree Island was the rhythmic, drum-like roar of tens of thousands of unicorns stepping on the bridge.

On the other side...

Roar!

On the towering siege tower, a dark gold-skinned orc raised his blood-red battle axe and let out a roar that shook the heavens.

Beneath the siege tower, the bare-chested orc warriors had bloodshot eyes and muscles that bulged like rocks.

The weapon "Gorehowl," said to be left behind by the great ancestor Grom, has provided them with endless power and courage.

The various totem tattoos they revealed were now faintly emitting a blood-red glow, converging with the cold gleam of the weapons in their hands, pointing directly at the Silver Moon Knights in the distance.

"For the tribe!"

The orcs roared and charged forward fearlessly.

The two completely different torrents finally collided violently in the middle of the Bridge of Sighs.

The sound that erupted at that moment even drowned out the howling of the void storm outside the hyperspace passage.

The Silvermoon Knights' crescent-shaped light blades sliced ​​through the orc vanguard in an instant, neatly cutting thousands of strong orc warriors in half along with their rough shields.

But the orcs' counterattack was equally ferocious.

Those orcs who weren't killed on the spot, even if they were barely clinging to life, would roar and cling to the unicorn's legs, tearing at it with their teeth and stabbing it with their broken bones.

The orc warriors who followed up finally unleashed their terrifying physical strength, crashing headlong into the elves' hail of spears.

when!

A centurion of the Golden Beast Clan, radiating golden battle aura, shattered the shield of a Silver Moon Knight with a single shoulder strike.

With a swing of his giant hammer, he smashed the knight and his unicorn into a bloody pulp.

"Maintain formation! Don't panic!"

Elian calmly directed the troops amidst the chaos.

Despite his best efforts to prevent the war, once it broke out, the candidate for the elven saint chose to remain true to his promise.

It was also for Anastasia, and for himself...

He brandished his longsword like a conductor's baton, and the esoteric mages who had been keeping a close watch on the area immediately responded.

Dozens of elven mages chanted simultaneously, and a barrage of arcane missiles rained down from the sky, precisely avoiding the Silvermoon Knights present and striking the orcs' rear ranks.

Taking advantage of this brief period of long-range firepower suppression, the Silver Moon Knights near the target immediately followed up and tore open the gap.

This is the art of war of the elves—teamwork, precision, and elegance.

However, they soon encountered an opponent.

Behind the orcs, thousands of priests simultaneously planted totem poles into the ground.

A red aura of bloodlust, a cyan totem of wind rage, a yellow barrier of stone skin...

The battlefield was instantly enveloped in a kaleidoscope of multicolored totem lights.

Bathed in the aura, the orc warriors' wounds healed at a visible speed.

Their size increased dramatically, and even ordinary infantrymen now possessed the strength to tear tigers and leopards apart.

"Die, you long-eared devil!"

A three-meter-tall ogre overseer, wielding a massive spiked club, ignored the three magical arrows piercing his body and roared as he hurled it at Elian.

Elian calmly maneuvered the unicorn back a step, and a burst of emerald green light erupted from the longsword in his hand. Countless vines grew out of thin air and tightly wrapped around the ogre's legs.

Immediately afterwards, two Windrunners rode down from mid-air on griffins, gliding past the ogres on either side.

The scimitars in their hands flashed with two cold lights, precisely severing the ogre's tendons in his hands and feet.

The ogre collapsed to the ground with a thud. Elian stepped forward and plunged his longsword into its heart, ending the beast's life.

The real battlefield allows people to improve rapidly.

Having only participated in the battle for a short time, Elian quickly got the hang of it, leading his temporary troops to achieve success on multiple fronts in the orc battle.

But his efforts could not change the overall situation.

There are too many orcs, and they have no fear of death whatsoever.

As their companions fell, they trampled over them without a care, crashing against the elves' seemingly perfect but gradually exhausted battle line like a tidal wave.

The Bridge of Sighs, which was originally empty, is now covered with a thick layer of corpses.

The speed at which inanimate objects fall into the void can no longer keep up with the speed at which living people die!

Blood flowed down the edge of the band of light, creating shocking crimson waterfalls in the void.

Unbeknownst to them, the situation on the battlefield had already reversed.

……

……

On the other side of the battlefield, the chariots personally led by the Elf King Elron were also advancing, but at a much slower pace than at the beginning.

"Your Majesty! The left flank is under attack! The Golden Beast Clan's giant elephant legion is charging up!"

A messenger reported in a panic.

The Elf King looked up.

On the left side of the battlefield, a colossal elephant with a nearly white head and a body as large as a mountain was wreaking havoc.

They are the largest creatures on the Ironblood Continent today, said to have inherited the bloodline of the ancient Behemoths, with their bodies covered in long golden fur and tough skin.

Each swing of its claws unleashes a bloody storm.

The Silver Moon Knights' cohesive charge, which they were so proud of, appeared utterly fragile in the face of such absolute power.

One giant elephant even grabbed a unicorn and used it as a projectile, hurling it into the mage formation.

"These blasphemous creations..."

A hint of disgust flashed in the Elf King's eyes, but he also had to take these land overlords seriously.

"Have the esoteric sorcerers unleash all their magic and prepare for 'Great Disintegration'!" the Elf King roared, drawing his sword. "Windwalkers, equip yourselves with magic-piercing silver arrows and aim for the impending opening!"

With the order to go all in, the elven mages in the rear began to perform more complex joint spellcasting.

In the sky, a huge runic array slowly took shape.

As the magic circle rotated, invisible waves descended upon the giant elephants, disintegrating their originally indestructible golden fur.

Whoosh whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, thousands of demon-slaying silver arrows rained down, turning the giant elephants into pincushions.

Several giant elephants charging at the forefront let out painful howls, their massive bodies crashing down and crushing a group of orc infantry.

"We can win! The orcs have run out of options!"

As the colossal elephants, as large as moving mountains, fell one after another on the battlefield, the flames in the Elf King's eyes burned even more fiercely.

These beasts that only rely on brute force will only end in defeat when faced with a well-trained and systematic army of elves!

"Advance! Maintain formation, advance across the board!"

The Elf King raised his sword high: "Drive these beasts back to their burrows! For the sake of our Father!"

The scales of victory seem to be tipping in favor of the elf.

The Elf King gazed at the black land across the Bridge of Sighs, as if he could already see a road paved with flowers and honor appear beneath his feet, leading to the other side.

He suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Why does she look a bit darker than before?

No, not just that land.

Before we knew it, the sky above us had turned completely dark...

hum-

A strange sound seemed to come from the distant depths of space.

It was like a taut string that had been stretched to its limit being plucked hard in the depths of the universe.

When it reached the Silver Tree Ring, only a barely audible aftershock remained.

With that strange sound, time seemed to freeze.

The knights or soldiers who were wielding their swords stopped, and the mages and priests who were chanting spells also held their incantations in their throats.

Even those domineering giant elephants seemed to sense something even more terrifying than themselves.

They all let out uneasy low growls, ignoring the battlefield before them, and lay on the ground trembling with their tails between their legs.

On the battlefield, hundreds of thousands of lives, regardless of race or faith, all made the same move at this moment—

look up.

Look up at the sky.

The blackness that had somehow covered the sky was now faintly tinged with an unsettling crimson.

It was like... the entire sky had been peeled away, revealing the muscle tissue underneath, oozing pus and blood.

"What is that?"

A young elven mage pointed tremblingly at the sky, his voice filled with unimaginable horror.

A thin black line appeared on the dark red sky.

hiss-

A deafening thud, like something being torn apart or snapped, exploded in the minds of everyone gazing at the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the black line rapidly expanded, instantly transforming into a massive crack spanning the entire sky.

What emerges from the crack is endless darkness.

Before anyone could react, another eye slowly opened in the depths of darkness.

It was indescribably large, with crimson flames burning in its pupils, and countless strange chains of runes swirling around it.

Everyone present, from the most ordinary orc warriors to the most powerful kings and legends, felt as insignificant as ants before this eye.

The owner of those eyes was observing ants in a petri dish with a cold and greedy gaze.

The King's Sword fell to the ground with a clang.

His newly emerging kingly aura vanished completely under the gaze of that eye.

He felt his soul gradually freezing under the gaze of those burning, fiery pupils.

Soon, the proud Elf King could no longer hold on; his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees on the chariot.

"What...what kind of monster is this?"

On the siege tower, the dark gold-skinned orc couldn't help but release the "Bloodhowl" from his hand, and fear appeared on his scarred face for the first time.

He felt that in the face of this eye, both the elegant and intricate magic circles of the elves and the boundless power of the orc totems seemed so ridiculous and so insignificant.

The land they fought for, the glory they defended, might not even be considered dust in the eyes of this person.

boom!

A beam of silver light suddenly shot into the sky from the top of the towering World Tree on Silvertree Island, shattering the deathly silence within the Bridge of Sighs.

A pillar of light stretched across the void, parallel to the Bridge of Sighs.

All the silver tree spirits present felt the will of their father god at the same time!

At the same time, a powerful battle roar, accompanied by the howling of a storm, echoed from the direction of the Ironblood Continent.

Immediately afterwards, the phantoms of a golden battle axe and a blue storm gradually coalesced in the sky.

Beside these two enormous phantoms, a dozen or so totems, much dimmer in color, began to appear.

Wolves, eagles, vipers... the orcs' vast and savage totem pantheon came out in full force at this moment!

For the first time in tens of thousands of years, so many miracles have occurred simultaneously in this world.

What surprised and excited both churches even more was that the Elf's sole father god and the Orcs' totem pantheon, enemies who had fought for hundreds of years, seemed to be standing together!

The silver pillar of light, along with the glowing red, blue, and mixed-color totem lights, converged in the sky, transforming into a thin, multicolored curtain of light that blocked the terrifying eye.

Immediately afterwards, a series of grand voices resounded simultaneously in the minds of hundreds of thousands of elves and orcs on the Bridge of Sighs:

"My believers, children of nature!"

"The final judgment has arrived; we must fight side by side!"

"To die in battle is the emblem of the orcs; the storm is with you."

"With our united will, we are invincible; we will not let the fatal blow slip by."

"The sky will forever belong to the free child of the wind..."

One divine decree after another descended, reaching the hearts of all living beings on earth and echoing in their minds.

At that moment, all the elves and orcs were stunned.

Looking at the enemy beside them who had just been fighting to the death, the hostility and confusion in their eyes quickly faded, replaced by pure fighting spirit and courage.

An unprecedented emotion, guided by the gods, began to spread between the two races.

The elven knights and orc warriors raised their weapons once more, and the mages and priests began chanting their spells again.

This time, however, their enemies are no longer each other.

The giant eye in the sky looked down at the colorful light curtain rising below, revealing undisguised mockery.

"god?"

A cold snort fell from the dome like a thunderclap.

"But they're just slightly stronger ants."

The enormous eye closed, revealing the dark crack once more.

next second.

boom!

A ferocious, dark red beam of light crashed down from the crack and slammed into the colorful light curtain that the gods of the two races had jointly laid out.

Click.

It sounds like glass being shattered by a hammer.

The light barrier formed by the power of the gods couldn't even last a second under the impact of this dark red beam of light, and was instantly shattered.

A dozen mournful cries echoed from the void; they were the screams of gods whose divine essence was damaged.

Rumble!

The sky has collapsed.

Countless red meteors, like an apocalyptic downpour, with long trails of flame, pierced through the shattered dimensional barrier and fell toward the earth.

The meteor was so fast that the spellcasters below had no time to react before the violent explosion engulfed the elves and orcs who had just been trying to unite.

No corpses fell into the void beyond the Bridge of Sighs—this hyperspace passage, which had spanned countless ages, had somehow quietly changed its principles.

Blood and fire, this hellish scene, appeared simultaneously in every corner of the Bridge of Sighs.

Elian felt that he had only glanced at it once, just once.

The world changed.