Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 770 - 24: Catastrophe

Jade Land, border town "erald leaf Town"

The once-bustling market square has now turned into a vortex of chaos. Without warning, the ground cracked open into web-like fissures, swallowing the vendors and goods that couldn’t escape in ti; the nearby tavern half-collapsed amidst violent tremors, igniting an eerie green fla—a sight of the chaotic Wood Elent being set ablaze.

"Don’t panic! Maintain order! Warriors hold the front, wizards set up barriers!" a smoke-covered adventurer captain shouted hoarsely, leading his team in an attempt to guide the panicked crowd, escorting the elderly, won, and children towards the relatively sturdy direction of the Lord’s fortress. They were the only remaining glimr of order amidst the chaos, yet in the face of the world’s might, individual strength seed so insignificant.

What should be familiar blue was instead a sickly dark red, as if the sky was bleeding. Countless teors, trailing fiery tails as if flas of divine wrath, tore through the clouds and plumted towards the earth with a shriek of destruction!

The town was on fire, and the continuous rumblings of collapsing mountains echoed in the distance. Countless civilians crowded the square in front of the Light Church, a sea of people with despair and fear etched on their faces. People knelt on the cold ground, fervently praying to the Statue of Light Goddess within the church, mixing crying, praying, and children’s screams into a symphony of despair.

"rciful Light Goddess, please save us..."

"ssiah, please manifest your miracle!"

Several powerful auras soared into the sky! Led by Jeraf, Sophia, and Karsa, several native Mystical Wizards of the Jade Land had jointly constructed a massive composite barrier, shimring with multicolored elental light, directly beneath the largest teor!

"Hold on! We absolutely cannot let it fall in the populated area!" Jeraf’s whiskers and hair stood on end, as Mystical Level’s Power surged wildly, his face already pale.

Sophia clenched her teeth, the Elent Barrier continually rippling, dissipating the terrifying impact, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

"No... can’t hold it any longer!" Karsa roared, clear cracks had appeared on the composite barrier and were spreading rapidly. The burning outline of the teor grew larger and larger in their despairing eyes, and the scorching waves seed almost to lt them.

At this critical mont—

A pillar of pure, warm, and life-giving golden light, like the first ray of dawn tearing through the darkness, suddenly descended from the clouds, precisely enveloping the massive teor!

The teor’s fall abruptly paused, the chaotic flas burning on its surface extinguished rapidly as if eting their nesis. The gentle yet resolute golden light, like an invisible giant hand, held back the impending doom by sheer force!

Everyone instinctively looked up.

They saw, at the source of the golden light, a vague silhouette appearing, quietly floating in the air, long hair fluttering in the wind. Her face was benevolent, with eyes imbued with the power to soothe all pain.

Behind her, the Light Gate opened wide, as squads of the Angel Army, bearing Light Wings and wielding Light Spears or Holy Scripture, flew out in an orderly fashion. They quickly dispersed, so assisting in stabilizing the precarious barrier, while others began to purify the chaotic elents around, scattering healing light rains.

The imnse joy of survival instantly overwheld the fear and despair in people’s hearts.

In the square and among the ruins, all the surviving people, whether civilians or adventurers, kneeled toward that sacred figure in the sky with tears in their eyes, shouting with all their might:

"ssiah!"

"Light Goddess ssiah!"

"Thank you for your salvation, ssiah!"

The voices, like waves, resonated across the ravaged land, the light of faith shining more brilliantly than ever at that mont.

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In the Jade Land, there were these powerful native guardians to protect, but not every Witch Domain’s Guardians were so responsible, nor was every place so fortunate...

Second level Witch Domain, Yellow Sand Land.

It was once a miracle in the desert, built on an ancient underground current. However, at this mont, the lifeline sustaining life was visibly withering. The muddied river withdrew within hours, exposing a cracked and crumbling riverbed, and the last remaining ponds quickly evaporated, leaving behind white salt.

"Water! Give water!" a man scraped at the moist sand with his nails, his voice hoarse.

The oasis vegetation withered and carbonized at an alarming rate, turning to black ash with a breeze. Heat waves twisted the air, the temperature inexplicably soaring, sand dunes seemingly coming to life, consuming fleeing caravans and villages.

Survivors huddled in the shadows of broken walls, their eyes vacant, lips cracked and bleeding, uttering discordant rasping sounds; under extre heat and thirst, life was silently extinguishing in large swaths.

Third level Witch Domain, Rift Ridge Mountain Range.

This Witch Domain, fad for steep mountains and rich minerals, experienced an unprecedented geological nightmare.

"Boom——!"

The rolling mountains, like building blocks crushed by a giant, began to break and collapse from the ridge. Billions of tons of rocks, mixed with snow and mud, ford a destructive torrent cascading down, instantly engulfing towns and mines in the valleys.

Massive cracks, like scars on the earth, relentlessly tore the plains apart, splitting farmlands, roads, and entire castles in two, plunging them into unfathomable darkness.

People scread in terror, fleeing on the violently shaking ground, but often couldn’t outrun the collapse. Crushed by falling boulders to pulp, stumbled into the Abyss, or buried alive by mudslides.

Wails, collapse sounds, and the crash of shattered structures intertwined, composing a funeral march for the mountains, and the only response to this despair was more mountain collapsing roars.

Third level Witch Domain, Raging Waves Coast.

The once-prosperous port of the Endless Sea, now bared its most ferocious side. The sea violated reason with a mad retreat, exposing a seabed unseen by daylight, as stranded fish and shrimp futilely leapt in the mire. Yet, this was no salvation, but the most terrifying prelude to a tsunami.

In the next mont, a black wall of water, over a hundred ters tall, roared towards the coast with the montum of a collapsing mountain!

It easily overran the levees, demolished wharfs, flinging and tearing moored ships like toys. The sea inundated the city, carrying debris and countless terrified lives, turning the bustling port city into a wasteland in minutes.

The fortunate ones not devoured initially struggled on the floating wreckage, only to be instantly frozen by the chaotic Ice Elent in the water, preserving their last mont of terror, turned to ice sculptures before shattering under the waves.

Without powerful wizards intervening, without the Order Guardian overturning the tide, these Witch Domains witnessed only the most primitive, brutal struggle for survival. Rivers dried, mountains crumbled, the earth quaked, and oceans raged. The collapse of elental rules turned the world into a massive, indiscriminate slaughterhouse.

Civilians, Low-level Wizards, beasts, plants... In the face of the world’s shifting might, life was frail as candles in a storm. Mass deaths, screams, and wails quickly drowned by the grander sound of destruction.

Hope shattered, faith collapsed, leaving only pure, suffocating despair, spreading like a plague across the devastated land.

The world everywhere was suffering this upheaval!

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Wizard Calendar 10253, Harvest Moon.

It should have been the season of harvest, yet it was a period of unprecedented catastrophe, engulfing various parts of the world...