Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 276 - 027: War! War!

The horn of war echoed through the sky as Lynch took the lead and charged straight ahead.

His red hair danced wildly in the fierce wind, and the Fearless Great Sword in his hand glead with a piercing cold light. His figure transford into a streak of crimson lightning, charging directly toward the heavens. It didn’t matter that ahead of him awaited a swarm of Black Robe Enforcers, the embodint of rule and order.

Even if death stared him in the face, he pressed onward without hesitation!

"Boom—!" With the direct collision against the rules, an earth-shattering explosion roared.

The Fearless Great Sword swept outward, releasing a massive crescent-like Sword Qi that tore through the skies. Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the air seed to be ripped apart, producing ear-piercing shrieks. The first few Black Robe Enforcers to bear the brunt of the attack were sliced cleanly in half, their blood and severed limbs falling from the sky.

This was the perfect fusion of swordsmanship and Magic, an overwhelming suppression at the level of pure Strength. The defensive Magic wielded by Wizards was weak and as fragile as paper in the face of true Mystical Power.

People were horrified.

At this mont, those lofty Purebloods suddenly realized that the order they had always considered impregnable was not as solid as they had imagined. In the face of unadulterated power, things like Bloodline and family were re carefully constructed lies!

So pathetically fragile!

anwhile, the Undead Army on the ground began its assault.

Zombies, Skeletons, Skeleton Giants, and other Undead Creatures surged toward the grandstand where the Purebloods stood, like an unstoppable tide. Their eyes glowed with eerie green Soul Flas, and guttural growls erged from their mouths, as if they sought to pour all their resentnt and fury onto these highborn individuals.

"Boom—!"

A Skeleton Giant wielding a massive bone hamr swung it fiercely toward the stands. Wherever the bone hamr passed, the stands imdiately collapsed, debris and dust flying everywhere. Entire groups of Purebloods who couldn’t avoid it were slamd directly by the bone hamr, reduced to bloody masses before they could even scream.

Behind the giant, sharp, rushing wind sounds sliced through the air. Rows of spinning White Bone Arrows flew into the sky before plunging straight toward the grandstand, pinning Purebloods to the ground one after another. Skeleton Axe n swung their blades rcilessly, slaughtering without hesitation.

The shrill neighs of warhorses mingled with heavy hoofbeats, reverberating continuously. The White Bone Warhorses spewed out domineering Soul Flas as they charged wildly through the crowd. Riding atop them, Undead Knights wielded their swords, slaughtering indiscriminately!

If Lynch’s previous strike had torn apart the arrogance of these Purebloods, then the advance of the Undead had dragged them entirely into Hell.

"Un... Undead! Stop them, quickly!"

"Don’t... don’t kill . I can give you Magic Stones, I can give you status and power."

"I have Magic Stones, I have status. I’m from the Sterling family. You... you cannot kill ! You cannot kill !"

"Enforcers... where are the Enforcers? Stop them, quickly!"

A Pureblood dressed in a lavish robe pushed the people in front of him aside as he attempted to escape down the grandstand’s staircase. However, his movents were too rough, directly shoving an elderly gentleman to the ground. The old man had no ti to get up before the trampling crowd crushed him to death beneath their feet.

"Don’t block the way! Get out of here!"

Another Pureblood waved his staff, trying to disperse the crowd in front of him. His staff struck a noblewoman’s shoulder, and she cried out in pain before falling to the ground. Not a single person stopped to help her—on the contrary, more people trampled her as they rushed past, completely ignoring her piercing screams.

A young master was squeezed to the edge of the railing, beneath his feet a drop of dozens of ters. He tried to grab the railing to steady himself, but the relentless crowd behind him pushed him over the edge. His scream echoed briefly in the air and then abruptly stopped.

Like a tidal wave, the crowd surged downward, shoving, trampling, their screams, curses, and cries blending into a chaotic and tragic scene, utterly devoid of dignity.

All that so-called nobility and grace looked abominable and pathetic in the face of true death.

In truth, these Purebloods were far from ordinary people; they hailed from Wizard Families across the Wizard World, possessing powers ranging from Low-level to Mid-level, and even High-level. Most of them had Magic rarely accessible to common apprentices.

Unfortunately, the rules of this land had persisted far too long. The so-called once-in-a-millennium cycle of order and chaos had never affected those who lived in the clouds. Over ti, they had grown accustod to obtaining everything they desired through these rules.

Most of them had long forgotten the concept of war, never experienced true combat. Though they held knowledge and Magic far beyond that of ordinary apprentices, their skills were rusty, and they had completely lost the mindset required to face war.

After all,

This wasn’t the Blood-colored Battlefield, where there was an unlimited revival safety net to act recklessly. Here, they were facing real war, true death!

"This... this is impossible!"

Albert stood at the edge of the grandstand, his face pale as paper, his eyes filled with nothing but terror.

He had never imagined that the Muggle, the lowly Mudblood he had always looked down upon, could wield such imnse power. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening, even suspecting that everything before him was a hallucination.

After all, how could such a lowly Muggle, such a wretched insect, accomplish all this!

"It’s an illusion; it must be an illusion!"

Eyes bloodshot, he scread hysterically, on the verge of madness.

Originally, the location he stood at was relatively hidden, tucked away in a crevice that made him inconspicuous amidst the chaos. For the mont, no Undead had noticed him.

Until his furious scream drew the attention of a nearby Mammoth Giant. The towering, ten-ter colossus turned its head, lifting one massive foot and stomping down on Albert.

"Splat!"

Without the protective reinforcent of defensive Magic, a Wizard Apprentice’s body was no stronger than that of an ordinary person. With the mammoth’s tons of weight crushing down, the pampered young master was instantly flattened, his brain burst, flesh and blood strewn ssily over the ground. Embedded in the floor, his mangled body was completely unrecognizable.

"Wind Order Heavenly Punishnt!"

"Wind Order teor Kill!"

High above the sky, Marshall’s frantic incantations echoed endlessly. One Ring Magic after another burst from his fingertips, flying toward the three Alchemy Guardians engaged in combat with him. Since the start of the battle, Lynch had ordered them to entangle him.

At this mont, Marshall’s forrly calm and composed deanor was gone, replaced by a face full of rage and despair.

The individuals present were the elite mbers of various Wizard Families, people of imnse status and power; their families dominated this land and boasted unparalleled Bloodlines.

If a few Transford Knights died, so be it; even if a few Wizard Level subordinates perished, he could reluctantly move past it. But these people...

They were inextricably tied to his future and fate!

Seeing them slaughtered like lambs brought to a butcher’s blade, falling to the ground in droves, Marshall couldn’t fathom what would happen to him after today.

"Damn it!" His eyes turned bloodshot.

But soon, he wouldn’t need to worry about any of that.

"Whoosh whoosh!" A gust of wind swept forth.

Accompanied by this wind was an unparalleled Spiritual Field that descended suddenly. Within it, Marshall felt a deep-seated terror that perated his soul, chilling him to the bone, as though so imnsely terrifying and powerful creature had fixated on him.

It was the difference in Life Rank—it was a small ant encountering an elephant, a bird confronting a giant dragon.

Marshall jerked his head upward and saw Lynch suddenly appear before him, the crimson Great Sword in his hand sweeping toward him.

The crimson Great Sword radiated a blood-colored light, and where the sword blade passed, visible spatial ripples erged. The rampant elental forces it unleashed transford into a cage that trapped Marshall completely, rendering him incapable of escape.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Marshall’s face distorted in despair, unleashing all his strength to erect a thick Wind Wall with his Spiritual Field. This was his strongest defense Magic, [Wind Order Isolation], reaching a staggering defense power of over six hundred units thanks to his full-force effort.

However, in the face of such an overwhelming Life Rank difference, it was still no more than tissue paper.

The sword descended like an unstoppable force, shattering the Wind Wall to pieces. The heavy Wind Elent Force Field split apart as though it were tofu. In the next instant, the Great Sword, imbued with Elental Secret Technique, cleaved downward.

Before the blade even struck, Marshall’s body began to disintegrate naturally—not being sliced, not severed, but eroding, dissolving, as though an invisible force had bitten into him, tearing him apart bit by bit, devouring him.

Just as Marshall was about to vanish entirely, another Spiritual Field suddenly extended from behind.

This was the only Spiritual Field present capable of standing against Lynch.

A shadow abruptly appeared beside the fractured Marshall. It pulled him backward while its muscular hand casually swatted at Lynch’s sword, dismissive and indifferent, like brushing aside trash.

"Boom!" A deafening sound erupted.

A wave of ripples spread outward from the two figures, toppling soldiers and fracturing earth in its path.

The unstoppable Great Sword was forced back, taking Lynch with it.

He frowned and looked forward.

Up ahead, a muscular man hovered midair, his physique exuding raw power with every breath.

Ignoring the surrounding chaos, he wasted no ti in surveying the area, as though none of it concerned him.

His gaze locked onto Lynch.

After a brief mont of eye contact, he spoke. Though his voice was soft, it carried an air of undeniable authority.

"Speak."

"Where did your Wizard Inheritance co from?"

"And..."

"How did you advance ranks so quickly?"

Reo said, "Answer honestly."