Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 832: Chapter 10: Advancing the Frontlines Steadily

A few days later, at the Ancient Ruins, Muying Manor.

Muying Manor is a secretive estate located deep within the folds of the Sleeping Mountain Range, having belonged to the Tavendish family for centuries.

It was cleverly built upon the natural terrain and ancient Concealing Magic Array, its entrance hidden, its presence subdued. Even the omnipresent spies of the Freemasonry Church have yet to discover its existence, allowing it to remain intact amidst the storm sweeping across the Ancient Ruins.

Now, this serene manor has become one of the most important refuges and temporary command centers for the wizard families of the Ancient Ruins who refuse to succumb to the Freemasonry Church.

At this moment, in a quiet study within the manor, thick velvet curtains shield the outside view. Lynch sits calmly behind a quaint desk, in front of him a three-dimensional light screen constructed of pure magic power hangs in the air, clearly displaying the advance statuses and real-time intelligence of various battlefronts in the Jade Land.

His expression is focused, his gaze cold as he scans the continuously scrolling battle reports, troop deployment maps, and energy response data at key points on the light screen, attentively listening to the brief yet efficient reports from frontline commanding officers.

In the study of Muying Manor, the magic power light screen is clearly divided into several sections, each corresponding to a different frontline commander.

The first to speak is Fred, the Councilman of the Scarlet Flame Council, his image at the center of the light screen, his tone steady and efficient: "My lord, our main forces have completed the first-phase combat objectives as planned."

"The Blood Knight Order, acting as vanguard, has conquered the Central stronghold Anvil Castle and its surrounding seven garrison cities, routing two entire knight orders of the Freemasonry Church, with estimated enemy casualties exceeding fifty thousand, and capturing three High Priests. We are currently consolidating our defenses and clearing out remaining resistance."

Next, the figure of the Holy Daughter of Light, Julia, lights up, her voice ethereal yet carrying a trace of the harshness brought by warfare: "Under the guidance of the Light, my Holy Temple Knight Order and the Battle Priest Group have purified the Eastern Province."

"We have taken over eleven major towns, destroyed twenty-three churches and heretic strongholds, and the ’Devotees’ legion stationed in the area by the Freemasonry Church has been routed. The legion commander, a Domain Early Stage High Priest, was purified on the spot."

In one corner of the light screen, the cold face of the Witch Master Kalsa from the Witch Castle appears, her report concise: "The Northern Territory has been pacified. Our wizard units, together with some local Transcendents who have submitted, have cleared out the church’s occupying forces in Frost Language Canyon."

"We have conquered five fortresses and eliminated over one hundred and seventy enemy spellcaster units, including one Mystical Wizard. An Ice Barrier has been established, effectively blocking enemy reinforcements from the north."

Finally,

The Witch Master Jeraf of the Jade Tower supplements: "My lord, the Adventurer Guild’s elites have performed remarkably. They infiltrated behind enemy lines with high mobility, successfully disrupting three major supply lines of the church, and dismantling seventeen strategic watchtowers and warning Arrays. Additionally, the intelligence provided by the guild helped our main force to avoid three potential ambushes."

On the light screen,

the brightly colored sections representing areas controlled by the Jade Land are steadily expanding, while the dark sections symbolizing the Freemasonry Church’s influence continue to shrink and are being segmented.

Lynch quietly listens to each report, his gaze moving over the updated maps and data on the light screen, showing no sign of emotion, just a slight nod.

"Remarkable achievements."

He finally speaks, his voice steady, affirming everyone’s efforts, "Maintain the current pace of advancement, consolidate occupied areas, eliminate remaining enemies, and be alert to potential counterattacks from Erodion and his direct forces. Fred, ensure coordination between the corps. Julia, appease the emotions of the civilians in newly occupied areas. Everyone, excellent work."

Fred gently bows, responding steadily: "Yes, my lord, it is our duty."

He pauses briefly, a hint of gravity entering his otherwise steady voice as he continues, "Additionally, there is one more matter to report to you."

Lynch inquires, "What is it?"

Fred replies, "According to confirmation from our scouts and intelligence network, both the Gray Tower Witch Realm and Thousand Sails Witch Realm have recently dispatched large numbers of elite cohorts and war machines to their border areas with the Ancient Ruins. The scale and stance of their mobilization signal a clear intention to attack."

Hearing this, Lynch’s face shows no surprise, merely nodding coldly, a slight and elusive smirk curving his lips, "As expected."

His gaze appears to penetrate the light screen, seeing the figures lurking behind the scenes, his tone carrying a sense of worldly insight and sarcasm: "These hyenas have always been this way. When the storm first rose, seeing the Freemasonry Church’s power, they recoiled, evaded responsibility, and remained on the sidelines."

"Now seeing us crack open the hardest bone, and with benefits in sight, they can’t hold back, starting to gather behind us, waiting for an opportunity to pounce and feast on the spoils."

Fred’s eyes flash with a hint of severity, seeking instructions: "My lord, do we need to fortify the border passages to intercept them?"

Lynch waves his hand calmly but with an unquestionable decision: "No need to intercept. If they want a share, let them come in."

His eyes flash with a deep brilliance as if setting up a larger chess game: "Just right, let them test the true colors of the Freemasonry Church."

Lynch knows that although they currently appear to be advancing triumphantly, what they have cleared thus far are mostly the Freemasonry Church’s peripheral forces and vassal orders. Their true core power, those fanatics and the foundation personally controlled by Erodion, remain untouched with limited depletion.

He looks at the vague outlines on the light screen representing the Gray Tower and Thousand Sails regions, his voice calm and composed: "Since these two Witch Realms can’t restrain their greed, let them be the stones that pave the way. Let them experience firsthand how sharp the church’s fangs are, diminishing their arrogance, and let us..."

"More clearly discern the true extent of the power Erodion still wields."

Fred respectfully bows his head in response: "Yes, my lord."

Just as he finishes speaking, there comes a soft ’click’ from the thick wooden door of the study, gently pushed open from the outside.

Avery silently enters, barefoot.

She wears a simple plain-colored long dress, her flaxen hair loosely draped over her shoulders, her complexion still somewhat pale, but her eyes have regained some of their former vitality compared to the hollow despair in the Time Cage. However, they also carry a cautiousness to avoid disturbing him.

Lynch’s gaze immediately shifts from the light screen to her. The cold sternness and authority on his face quickly melt away like snow, replaced by warmth.

He addresses his subordinates whose images remain on the light screen, concluding the meeting succinctly: "Let’s leave it here for today. Everyone, attend to your respective duties."

"Yes." A unanimous response comes from the light screen, and then after a few flickers of light, it completely dissipates into the air, the study returning to silence.

Avery steps to the desk, her hands slightly uneasy as they gently clasp in front of her, asking in a soft voice: "I... didn’t disturb you, did I?"