I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 56 Full Firepower
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Twelve fireballs roared down from the sky, trailing long fiery tails, and crashed into the dense formation of indigenous people below.

In just a moment, Jemin's mind had already turned to the next set of talismanic artifacts.

hum!hum!hum!
Twelve more fireballs!
In the next instant, the third set of talismanic artifacts was activated.

hum!hum!hum!
Twelve more fireballs!
With his powerful mental strength and terrifying computing power, while maintaining the surrounding defenses and flight, Jemin can activate three fireball-shaped rune artifacts at the same time each time, and each rune artifact can release four fireballs per round of activation under extreme conditions.

He divided the remaining nine offensive rune artifacts into three groups and activated them in turn.

This means that, theoretically, Jemin could bombard the area below at a terrifying rate of thirty-six fireballs per second without stopping!

This millisecond-precise switching is a huge test of Jieming's mental and computational abilities.

But thanks to his mental fortitude far surpassing that of the other apprentices, he managed to maintain this hellish rhythm of sorcery output.

This is a kind of firepower that ordinary wizard apprentices cannot even imagine; it is a continuous, unstoppable, and almost infinitely outputting torrent of witchcraft!
Below, the allied forces of the indigenous people had just launched their final offensive, their momentum unstoppable, and they were about to completely crush the apprentices' last line of defense.

However, instead of the apprentices' futile resistance, they were met with...death from the heavens.

boom! boom! boom!
Terrifying explosions rang out one after another, and the earth trembled under the bombardment of countless fireballs.

Flames shot into the sky, turning the entire valley blood red. The intense heat instantly vaporized the soil and vegetation, leaving behind scorched craters.

The dense formation that the indigenous coalition was so proud of collapsed instantly under this indiscriminate barrage of fire.

Their metal armor twisted and melted under the bombardment of the fireballs, and their flesh turned to ashes in the terrifying heat.

The rain of arrows stopped, the knights' charge was halted, and the shaman's chanting was interrupted.

Fear spread rapidly among the indigenous people like a virus.

Previously, they were able to wear down the apprentices' sorcery by relying on numbers and teamwork, but now, this endless destruction from the heavens has completely robbed them of the courage to resist.

"No! What the hell is this?!"

"Run! It's a natural disaster!"

terror, despair, utter dread, hysteria...

Large numbers of indigenous people fell, and the defense line collapsed like a sandcastle.

The commander's roar was drowned out by the roar of the explosions, and any attempt to organize a counterattack was thwarted by the next wave of fireballs.

Under intense use, the talismanic artifacts also began to bear enormous pressure.

The fireball rune artifact on Jemin's back quickly turned red, radiating terrifying heat, and the runes on its surface even showed a faint tendency to distort.

The high energy output puts the talismanic artifact at risk of overload at any time.

But Jemin’s rapid switching gave them a short cooling-off period, allowing the cycle to barely continue.

At the same time, the elemental energy in the upper atmosphere was quickly extracted.

The air above Jemin's head visibly distorted, forming a vacuum-like region of elemental depletion, and the power of the released magic began to decline.

Jemin immediately activated the movement rune, quickly moving the array of magical artifacts around him, adjusting his position, and searching for new areas rich in elemental energy to continue unleashing his firepower.

He constantly changed positions high in the sky, like a grim reaper walking in the heavens, and with each step he took, there were cries of agony and death from the indigenous people below.

The indigenous coalition had never encountered such a high-density and sustained barrage of firepower. Some of them might have witnessed high-ranking wizards easily annihilating armies and destroying kingdoms, but such power was too far removed from their reality, like a nightmare.

But the attacks that Jemin unleashed were different. His power was not as great as that of a high-level wizard, but it made the natives feel the terror of his power even more.

Their tactics, their courage, their numbers—all became meaningless in the face of this relentless bombing.

It's not that no one tries to fight back, but if the number of people gathered is too large, they will be targeted.

Even when those powerful figures unleashed sporadic attacks, most of them were easily dodged by Jemin, while the rest were blocked by the four layers of defense surrounding his body.

Moreover, apart from the attack from above, the wizard apprentices trapped in the valley were not dead.

Unable to mount an effective counterattack, and attacked from both the sky and the ground...

And so, the defeat began.

The indigenous soldiers threw down their weapons, screamed in agony, and scattered in all directions.

The officers and shamans who tried to maintain order were also quickly engulfed by the merciless fireball.

The entire valley was completely transformed into a fiery inferno and a graveyard for the indigenous people.

Jemin coldly looked down from the air, his torrent of witchcraft continuing unabated until there were no more living, mobile indigenous figures below.

He single-handedly defeated the entire indigenous coalition army with the extraordinary power brought by the talismanic artifacts!
The besieged apprentices did not pursue them excessively. After confirming their safety, they stared blankly at the figure above them and the scorched battlefield below, speechless for a long time.

The despair in their hearts was completely cleared away, replaced by a tidal wave of shock and awe.

In fact, thousands of wizard apprentices, under unified command, could unleash destructive power that even surpasses Jemin's.

Unfortunately, these wizard apprentices were too "clever" and did not simply obey the commands of others.

Without unified command, they may be much more destructive than Jemin in a single burst of fire, but they cannot sustain an offensive and there will be serious firepower overflow in some areas.

Sensing the dissipation of the anti-air force below, Jemin slowly descended.

As soon as I landed, I could clearly feel the gazes coming from all directions.

What are you looking at me for?!

Jemin looked around at the group of wizard apprentices who were only focused on him and had let the enemy escape, and his face was full of heartache.

"They've run away, hurry up and chase them!"

"Ah? Oh oh!"

Although theoretically there was no superior-subordinate relationship among them, all the wizard apprentices who heard Jemin's words subconsciously shrank back and hurriedly chased after the fleeing native army.

However, among these apprentices, there were two groups whose expressions were quite different, and the two people they surrounded were the two most famous geniuses of this year: Augusta and Horn.

"Ok?"

Jemin also noticed the two pairs of gazes that seemed rather strange, and subconsciously looked in their direction.

(End of this chapter)