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There are more than just five top-tier wizards in the world, but the ones arriving here were the youngest among that elite group. Entering the Abyss Battlefield through official channels involved numerous procedures and delays, wasting precious time. Taking the special passage instead required an exceptionally strong body to withstand the pressure from the unique teleportation method.
Normally, only wizards who had completed the third stage of the Animagus transformation possessed bodies strong enough to resist the side effects. A year ago, only two people in the world had reached this level: one was the Soviet wizard Ivan the Great, who pushed the Animagus transfiguration beyond the limits of humanity and pioneered the fourth stage; the other was Gellert Grindelwald, the saintly leader who had come close to unifying the magical world of Europe.
Now, a third had joined their ranks. After letting go of his obsession with the Elder Wand, Albus Dumbledore fused with the phoenix that had long accompanied his bloodline, achieving this miraculous breakthrough.
Joining them was a caster from the Celestial Empire. Powerhouses from other regions would arrive later due to distance—the battlefield's entrance was near the Arctic Circle, and for wizards from the Southern Hemisphere, arrival took significantly longer.
"I was only on leave for a short while, and look at the mess you all stirred up!"
Ivan's thunderous voice echoed from far away. For decades, he had been stationed here as the primary commander of the Abyss Battlefield. Though only in his seventies, Ivan was still in his prime—both in age and power.
"Albus, Gellert, Yin Yue—the six demon commanders are yours. Jian Nan, the small fry are yours to handle."
The towering figure of the giant bear, initially kilometers away, flickered several times and suddenly appeared at the edge of the demon lord's domain. Standing over five meters tall, the massive bear-man shook out his thick fur, a flash of fierce crimson gleaming in his sharp eyes.
Upon completing the second stage of the Animagus transformation, the altered form gained full spellcasting capability. The third stage allowed a wizard to merge with a magical creature raised to a state of mental symbiosis, forming a highly complex fusion known as four-in-one transformation.
After achieving this stage, a wizard's Animagus form could inherit all innate abilities of the fused magical creature. This wasn't a simple additive effect—the fusion produced a power greater than the sum of its parts.
Ivan's current, unprecedented fourth-stage form had yet to be publicly revealed, and its full might remained a mystery.
However, Ivan did not rush to strike. The two-headed demon lord, capable of teleporting entire legions and sealing off spatial magic within a kilometer, was an incredibly troublesome foe. Being suddenly assaulted by a force of over a hundred thousand demons—even the elite Abyss Inquisitor Legion would struggle to respond.
If not for their upgraded equipment—which made close combat with demons less daunting—the casualties would've been astronomical without a fortress to serve as a defensive anchor.
Harry's squad had already been ordered to retreat. The upcoming battle was simply beyond what these young soldiers could endure. Despite their decent gear, they lacked the strength and experience needed to survive such a clash. Keeping them in the fight would only endanger others who'd have to protect them.
"Get ready to move!"
As the two-headed demon lord vanished with his army in a flash of teleportation, Ivan's booming voice rang out. The Abyss Inquisitor Legion had already formed into tight, disciplined formations, thousands of steel armors reflecting cold, dazzling light.
The next instant, hundreds of thousands of demons abruptly appeared in the sky above. If not for the completed alchemical matrix that raised a complex magical shield, the moment the demons landed would have crushed the formations below. The shield's explosive backlash disrupted the incoming troops, scattering their momentum. Without it, that avalanche of ton-weight "boulders" from above would have wiped out half the Inquisitor Legion on impact.
Demon bodies were made of solid rock—even the lowest cannon-fodder demons weighed nearly a hundred kilograms each.
The shattering of the magic shield, imbued with immense magical energy, bathed the demons in a violent burst, causing massive injuries. In a single instant, over ten thousand fodder demons evolved into ten-man commanders. But compared to a total collapse of their formation, this was already the best outcome.
At that moment, the mist from shattered target shells rose into the air, and spellfire burst forth like a woven net of flame. As the giant bear's roar echoed, two massive phoenixes—one black, one red—materialized midair. The legendary duo of Europe's magical world, the "Black and White Calamities," reunited after decades apart.
Golden-red flames flowed like molten lava, dripping down as the bladed barrel of a revolving gun slashed forward, unleashing a blazing arc of destruction.
'So real wizards are actually melee fighters, huh?'
That thought involuntarily surfaced in Harry's mind as he watched the two headmasters he knew so well dive from the skies straight into the heart of the demon army. With each slash, they felled a battalion commander; with every shot, they carved basin-sized holes through regimental-level demons.
The top-tier wizards' control over magic was so precise that there wasn't a trace of waste. Every strike was deadly, and very little of their power could even be absorbed by the enemy.
Compared to Dumbledore and Grindelwald's somewhat flamboyant combat styles, the Taishi Celestial Empire cultivator—referred to as "Yin Yue" by Ivan—was much more straightforward. Clad in a dull green metallic armor forged from anti-magic alloy, he engaged demons in brutal hand-to-hand combat. With claws as sharp as dragons', he tore open the chest of a demon commander and ripped out half of its life-core—the heart of its magical energy.
Elegant? Perhaps. But to Harry, these wizards who stood at the pinnacle of the magical world didn't show a trace of hesitation or mercy. Their attacks were purely efficient—focused solely on killing. Compared to them, Harry felt like a showboating fool, flashy but ultimately useless.
'All the real bosses know not to show off. And here I was thinking it was cool to act flashy. What a joke.'
Harry gritted his teeth, internally chastising his earlier arrogance.
But just then, something truly over-the-top arrived. The sheer pretentiousness of it could be felt from over ten kilometers away—it reeked.
His not-so-cheap senior had now broken into the ranks of top-tier wizards, and Harry wasn't even surprised. Li Jiannan had always been significantly stronger—not to mention he was a mega-whale. No, scratch that—a multi-generational rich kid. As a direct descendant of the legendary Azure Lotus Sword Immortal, this guy practically carried half of the Southern Heavenly Gate in his pocket.
Twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty flying swords—symbolizing the unity of the elemental world—erupted in full force. Now that the World Will had fully lifted the restrictions on awakened individuals, even someone like Harry, a "half-awakened," had taken a qualitative leap forward.
Li Jiannan, with his post-transformation magical power now rivaling fully awakened wizards, fully activated the sword box left behind by the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal. A waterfall of radiant blades—half of the sword sea—poured down into the demon army like a tidal wave.
There was no need to aim at the magic convergence points marked by tracer rounds. Wherever the swordfall passed, only neatly sliced cube-sized stone fragments remained.
The death toll in the demon army began ticking like a countdown. Thousands of demons were torn apart every second. The Abyss Inquisitor Legion, once bogged down in a desperate melee, was suddenly freed.
Compared to the raw brutality of the three elders smashing demon commanders, Li Jiannan's dazzling entrance was downright eye-popping.
Cheers erupted.
But just as morale soared, twenty-seven dim light points shot through the still-open dimensional rift—tearing across the gray sky of the Abyss Battlefield at several dozen times the speed of sound!
The awakened wizards working to seal the dimensional fissure were too occupied to respond to this new incursion. It would be up to the wizards fighting the demon army to deal with this unexpected threat.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—
The twenty-seven light points crashed through the hastily constructed magical barriers. Their outer shields flickered with magical energy.
The violent dust clouds stirred up by their impact were quickly dispersed by magic, revealing the crisp metallic clicks of mechanical structures locking into place.
Twenty-seven landing pods, each five meters tall and shaped like conical capsules, had arrived. The moment they landed, their reinforced shells were ejected, revealing their contents. As the hatches opened, twenty-seven squads—totaling 675 humanoid "soldiers"—filed out in swift, precise formation. Within just three to five seconds, they deployed handheld shield devices that formed a semi-spherical, pale blue barrier around them.
Meanwhile, the landing pods disassembled again, recombining into nine towering constructs—each around five meters tall, resembling strange power pylons.
These weren't natives of the Abyss World—but otherworldly invaders, clearly not here in peace.
Then came a sound—starting as a faint buzz and rapidly rising into a piercing screech.
In the midst of fierce combat with the demon army, the Abyss Inquisitor wizards suddenly collapsed, screaming. Countless spells that had been soaring through the sky exploded like fireworks. An intense magical interference spread in an instant, wreaking havoc on every wizard's internal magical flow. Spell backlash struck every combatant locked in battle with the demons. A crippling, hollowing pain surged through the bodies of everyone within tens of kilometers.
(End of Chapter)