I Arrived At Wizard World While Cultivating Immortality Chapter 931: The Holy City

Jie Ming led his legion ever onward, and the batfolk cities along the route came one after another.

The cities varied in size: the small ones held only a few tens of thousands, while the large ones sprawled across entire valleys.

Batfolk buildings were all built from biological materials, dense clusters of carapace structures piled one on top of another like giant termite mounds covering a wasteland.

But whatever their size, every city launched an attack without the slightest hesitation the moment it saw Jie Ming’s legion.

The batfolk poured out of every corner of their cities, wave after wave rushing to their deaths.

Jie Ming stood at the centre of the legion, watching the batfolk surge toward him like a black tsunami, only to fall in swathes before the fists of the Black Giants and the breath of the dragonblood mushroom-men.

Their deaths were utterly meaningless, yet they showed no sign whatsoever of stopping.

As one wave fell, the next trampled over their comrades’ corpses and kept charging.

This utterly fearless madness left Jie Ming completely certain of one thing: all the batfolk in this world had most likely been brought under the Holy Spirit race’s control.

Their consciousness had long since been devoured by the biological tentacles. What now dwelt inside these husks was nothing more than an extension of the Holy Spirit race’s will.

“Speed up the advance. There’s no need to get tangled up with these puppets,” Jie Ming ordered.

The legion’s marching speed rose sharply.

The Black Giants gave up clearing the strongholds along the way and switched to breaking straight through.

But even without the legion deliberately attacking, the elemental turbulence it stirred up merely by passing was enough to raze the cities along its route to the ground in a very short time.

Batfolk corpses piled up into mountains, and dark red blood flowed across the grey-brown ground, gathering into winding streams.

A few days later, Jie Ming’s legion reached the outskirts of the Holy City.

Ahead stood an enormous fortress.

It rose from the middle of an open plain, its walls on all four sides soaring into the clouds, built up from layer upon layer of biological carapace.

And behind the fortress, clouds of mist rose out of thin air.

Going by what Jie Ming had learned through his Soul Search, that mist was the Holy City’s true boundary.

On the walls, the batfolk stood in dense ranks, a dark mass so numerous that the naked eye simply could not count them.

They held their weapons and spread their wing membranes, arrayed in defensive formation.

And besides these feeble batfolk, tens of thousands of enormous constructs stood between the walls.

Every one of the constructs was dozens of metres tall, pieced together from thick biological carapace, with massive limbs and tangled biological tentacles wound around their joints.

The energy fluctuations they gave off were, every one of them, a match for a seventh-level creature.

“Oh? So this is all the technical support the Holy Spirit race has given them.”

One look was enough for Jie Ming to understand what the Holy Spirit race was after: a probe.

They wanted to know just how many trump cards this army, which had chased them here from another world, really held.

The fortress before him wasn’t built for defence. It was built for testing.

The batfolk were only consumables; the constructs were the real testers.

“For all their arrogance, they’ve always been quite cautious in how they actually operate. But… you want to see my trump cards?”

Jie Ming hovered directly above his legion, his gaze passing over the fortress battlements to the purple mist farther off.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a cold smile. “Then I’ll let you have a look.”

He opened his right hand, and colourless light gathered in his palm.

Then, it erupted!

A blinding beam shot from his palm and spread outward in every direction; wherever it passed, space itself trembled.

The entire fortress disintegrated without a sound.

The biological carapace swiftly crumbled. The giant constructs seemed to sense something and tried to activate, but every movement came to nothing the instant the light swept over them.

The batfolk didn’t even have time to let out a scream before they vanished from this world along with the whole fortress.

When Jie Ming drew back his hand, all that remained before him was scorched earth sunk into a perfect hemispherical crater.

Where the fortress had stood, not a single intact stone could be found.

A wind blew in from afar, lifting the ash off the scorched earth into a spinning column of dust on the empty plain.

“Keep advancing,” Jie Ming said.

The legion set off again.

The Black Giants marched across the scorched earth, while the dragonblood mushroom-men’s square formations spread out on either flank.

Jie Ming hovered above the legion, gazing calmly toward the Holy City.

He knew that images of the strike he had just made would certainly have been sent back by the Holy Spirits or batfolk posted far off on intelligence and detection duty.

And that was indeed the case.

On a hill several hundred kilometres from the fortress, a few batfolk lay flat in the cracks between the rocks, uncontrollable fear still lingering in their eyes.

They had watched with their own eyes as the entire fortress vanished into the light, from start to finish. Power of this kind lay far beyond anything they could comprehend.

Even though the tentacles parasitising their brains had permanently altered their cognition, faced with such terrifying power, an instinctive fear still welled up in them.

They turned and fled toward the Holy City with all their might, their wing membranes beating against the wind in a hurried, ragged rhythm.

They had to carry back everything they had just seen!

Meanwhile, Jie Ming had only just led his legion across the Holy City’s border when he sensed that something was wrong.

A layer of extremely faint mist hung in the air here. It was tinged ever so slightly purple but had hardly any smell, and it was not even dense enough to obscure vision.

But the moment he came into contact with the mist, Jie Ming activated his True-False Void-Piercing Pupil and marked out the information on it, layer by layer.

“Heh. Nothing but petty tricks.” Looking at the information the True-False Void-Piercing Pupil had analysed, Jie Ming gave a cold laugh.

Yet Jie Ming had no intention of halting; on the contrary, he ordered the legion to speed up and push in.

Soon Jie Ming had led the legion through the mist without the slightest obstruction and arrived at the Holy City’s core.

The first thing to meet his eyes was a city a hundred times grander than the fortress before it.

Set off by the surrounding mist, the whole city seemed to float upon a sea of clouds.

The building material was still the familiar biological carapace, but it had been arranged with surprising artistry, like a flower in full bloom.

At the centre of the city stood an enormous spherical structure. Through its translucent shell, tentacles could be faintly seen coiled inside, slowly writhing.

Above the Holy City hovered the phantom images of a dozen or so Holy Spirit Kings.

Each phantom was several thousand metres tall, giving off a terrifying, suffocating aura.

Seeing these phantoms, Jie Ming laughed. “I didn’t expect you to actually dare face me in your true bodies. I thought you’d only dare to send these mangy animals to hold me back.”

“Insolent!”

Hearing Jie Ming say this, the phantoms all turned their gaze to where Jie Ming stood.

They looked down on Jie Ming’s legion from on high, a scrutinising light flickering in their compound eyes.