Wizard Calendar Year 100286, after a full review by the Supreme Council, the Freemasonry Church in the Ancient Ruins was officially declared an illegal Black Wizard Organization.

The Council unanimously passed a resolution recognizing that it has been engaged in activities that endanger the foundation of the Wizard World for a long time, seriously violating and undermining the cornerstone laws that maintain the order of various Witch Domains.

In the solemn hall of the Council, the Chief Governor read aloud one by one the 1,324 irrefutable accusations against the Freemasonry Church before the representatives of various Witch Domains.

Wizard Calendar Year 100286, by a unanimous resolution of the Supreme Council, the decision to impose military sanctions on the Freemasonry Church in the Ancient Ruins was formally passed. This decision was jointly signed by the four Supreme Councilors and was unanimously approved by the Council, officially granting the Jade Land the authority to launch an all-out war.

In June of the same year, the Jade Land's war banners covered the sky. All registered extraordinary influences, such as the Adventurer Guild, the Light Church, the Jade Tower, and the Ice Castle, responded to the summons, with millions of troops like an iron flood, crossing the boundaries of the Witch Domain, marching grandly towards the Ancient Ruins.

Henceforth, a full-scale war between the Jade Land and the Freemasonry Church officially commenced.

At the strategic stronghold at the junction of the Jade Land and the Ancient Ruins—Anvil Fortress, the flames of war have burned fiercely. This towering military fortress became the first large-scale battlefield where both sides met flesh and blood.

Outside the fortress, the main army of the Freemasonry Church was on high alert. The Libra Knights, clad in heavy armor, wielding giant swords and Iris Shields, formed an indestructible advancing line, their faith unwavering and their steps unified, like a moving iron wall.

Behind them, priests in dark sacrificial robes chanted hymns, casting fervent divine halos upon the knights, while waving their magic wands to summon scorching Holy Flames and the light of retribution, bombarding the fortress's defenses.

Defending the fortress was the renowned Blood Knight Order of the Jade Land. These elite knights, clad in dark red armor with cloaks like blood, were famous for their fearless charges and superb killing skills.

Under the command of the fortress commander, they relied on the walls and Magic Barriers, engaging the attacking Church army in a brutal tug-of-war.

Arrows fell like rain, stones whistled through the air, and the brilliance of magic clashed intensely with divine arts on the battlefield, with explosions, the clash of weapons, and battle cries deafening the ears. For a moment, both sides were deadlocked, with each inch of land fought over at a heavy cost of lives.

Seeing the battle in a stalemate, a prestigious High Priest from the Freemasonry Church camp snorted coldly and stepped forward.

He raised a scepter inlaid with a large gemstone high, with surging Divine Power gathered, successively casting powerful High-level Divine Techniques!

"In the name of Father God, grant you purification—Holy Nova!"

"Perish in the judgment's light—Heavenly Spear!"

A dazzling halo erupted centered on him, instantly clearing a large area; followed by several giant light spears composed of pure holy energy descending from the sky, accurately bombarding the most densely packed formation of the Blood Knight Order!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of violent explosions occurred, instantly tearing apart the solid frontline of the Blood Knight Order, with exquisitely forged armor becoming as fragile as paper under the rules-level force, with knights toppling over, casualties severe, and a complete loss of order.

The High Priest looked at the chaotic battlefield with a smug, arrogant smile on his face. In his view, these armies of the Jade Land were merely a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

However, just as he was feeling triumphant, a sudden change occurred!

Above the battlefield, the air originally hot from spells and smoke abruptly cooled, a biting chill appearing without reason, as if stepping from midsummer into harsh winter in an instant.

In the sky, a graceful yet cold phantom appeared quietly, surrounded by an eye-visible vortex of ice crystals.

It was none other than Kalsa, the Mystical Wizard and Witch Master from the Ice Castle!

Her icy gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield below, without any superfluous words, she elegantly raised her slender hand. Powerful Mystical Level Ice Magic Power instantly swept across the entire battlefield sky!

"Perpetual Ice Rain."

As her crisp voice fell, the sky darkened in an instant, countless deep blue ice crystals containing extreme frost poured down like a torrential downpour!

This ice rain was not ordinary rain; each drop contained the Mystical Power to tear through armor and freeze the soul.

"Ugh—!"

"Save... save me!"

Under the coverage of the ice rain, the previously arrogant Libra Knights' movements instantly became sluggish, their heavy armor turned into fatal ice coffins, their blood within rapidly freezing along with them;

While the Divine Shields upheld by those priests, under the continuous onslaught of the Mystical Ice Rain, shattered one after another like bubbles under the sun, afterwards they became frozen into various postured ice sculptures amidst desperate wails!

Moments earlier, the Freemasonry Church's army, full of momentum, suffered heavy casualties and chaos in formation in an instant.

The smile of triumph on the High Priest's face froze instantly, replaced by immense shock and terror. He felt the terrifying chill that nearly froze his magic power, looked up at the figure in the sky like the incarnation of winter, and cried out in a voice stripped of dignity:

"Mystical! It's the Mystical Wizard!"

Just as the High Priest was overwhelmed with terror at Kalsa's Mystical Power, another change burst forth from the skies above the battlefield!

A majestic and pure beam of light, seemingly composed of substantial Holy Light, suddenly pierced through the lead-gray clouds gathered by the ice rain, like a golden spear cast down by the gods, shining directly upon the corpse-laden center of the fortress battlefield.

This light was not blinding, yet carried an unparalleled authority and sacredness, with faint and ethereal Holy Songs resonating within the glow. However, in stark contrast to this divine scene was the High Priest's face turning ghostly pale with fear!

Within the beam that spanned the heavens and earth, several towering figures were descending slowly.

They were clad in splendid armor flowing with a golden radiant glow, each line of the armor seemingly embedded with divine maxims.

And most striking, were the three pairs—totaling six large Light Wings constructed of pure light and energy behind them! As the Light Wings spread, countless dazzling light feathers scattered, and powerful sacred oppression swept open like a tsunami.

These six-winged angels, faces shrouded in light, hid their precise features, yet only the unemotional, ant-overlooking gaze pierced through the halo, scanning the entire battlefield.

At the instant they descended—

"Buzz—!"

A colossal and irresistible force, centered on the angels, suddenly enveloped the entire Anvil Fortress and its vast surrounding areas!

Under this force, the air seemed to turn into viscous, solidified amber, with every movement requiring immense effort;

The sound seemed stripped away, with all shouts, explosions, and wails on the battlefield receding instantly, leaving only a tension-inducing absolute silence; even the falling ice rain, swirling dust, and the agitated energy particles in the air hung bizarrely, frozen mid-air!

This was not the power of the Mystical Level; this was above it, a sovereign realm power able to forcibly delineate laws and dominate a region of heaven and earth!

The High Priest only felt his magic power stagnate instantly, with his soul shuddering uncontrollably; he gazed up at the god-like figure in the sky, teeth chattering uncontrollably, devoid of any blood, mustering all his strength to squeeze out from deep within his throat a hoarse voice tinged with a sob of despair:

"Realm... a Domain Level!"

"It's a Domain Level existence!"

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