Drywater City had now become the most eye-catching place in the entire Johnson Dimension.
Not only the Orcs, but even the Kings of the foreign races hidden in the deep mountains and forests cast their concerned gazes over.
Through the strange laws of the dimension, all the Powerhouses of the Johnson Dimension understood the true intentions of the witches who had invaded this place.
Eroding the origin of the dimension, corrupting the laws of the dimension, destroying the consciousness of the dimension …
These damned witches actually had the guts to destroy the entire Johnson Dimension!
If the witches only wanted to invade the Johnson Dimension, then this war would only be a battle between the witches and the Orcs for the control of the dimension. The other foreign races were being oppressed so miserably by the Orcs, and it was impossible for them to intervene.
But now, the witches intended to destroy the Johnson Dimension. This was a huge problem that concerned the survival of all living beings in the Johnson Dimension, and the Kings of the foreign races could no longer tolerate it.
For a time, in the sky of the Johnson Plane, there were Beastmen sitting cross-legged on huge flying magic beasts, black-skinned natives wearing strange grass skirts and covered in strange tattoos, and tall giants taking big strides towards the direction of Withered Water City …
These Powerhouses of the Johnson Dimension, regardless of race or gender, almost all ran out from their secluded secret places and used all kinds of methods to rush toward the lonely Drywater City that stood in the northwest wastelands.
And three hours after the Rotten Root was planted, a large number of Orc Powerhouses actually arrived outside of Drywater City with the help of the "Great Teleportation Spell" and began to attack the city in a frenzy.
But the Witches of Death used this half-month gap to build a simple War Wizard Tower in Drywater City. With the War Wizard Tower as a defensive barrier, the Witches who obviously had fewer Level 4 Witches than the other party were able to resist the attacks of the other party without batting an eyelid.
Under the towering and sturdy Drywater City, the rank 4 wizard beasts and monsters summoned by the witches blocked the Orcs outside the city. The terrifying witchcraft released by the Senior Witches also caused the attacking Orc powerhouses to suffer heavy casualties. It was an unspeakable tragedy.
In this Dimension Battlefield where Level 4 dominated, Level 1 could only be regarded as cannon fodder, and Level 2 could be regarded as barely qualified low-level Warriors. Only by reaching Grade 3 would one have the opportunity to charge and break through enemy lines on the battlefield.
However, on a battlefield like this, if one was unlucky enough to encounter a Grade 4 powerhouse, even a Grade 3 powerhouse would fall in minutes!
While the battle at the frontline was in full swing, Grim and his men who were waiting in the mansion finally received the news of retreat.
It was a beautiful and enchanting Banshee with an enchanting figure. Looking at her beautiful body, it was likely that her rank was even higher than Grimm's.
However, even though she was a Tier 3 Witch, she was still a Witch Servant. Facing Alice, the leader of the Witches, and Grimm, the Tier 2 Chief of the Witches, she still had to bow to show her respect.
"Lady Alice, Lord Grim, the portal is ready. You can leave now! "
Upon hearing this rare piece of good news, the first to cheer was the Tier 3 Thunder Dragon, Armes.
"Great, great … Let's go … Let's not stay here any longer … This place is too scary!" As a Grade 3 Thunder Dragon, Armes could clearly sense the truth of the world hidden behind layers of curtains more than Grimm did.
Not to mention anything else, just the surging conflict of planar laws in the central area of Drywater City had already scared the Lightning Dragon Armes so much that it was hard for him to calm down. Now that so many Rank 4 Orcs had arrived outside the city, the murderous aura they exuded made Armes even more restless and uneasy.
If it wasn't for the fact that the witches had already banned all teleportation around Drywater City, the Thunder Dragon Armes would have long since escaped from the Johnson Plane in fear.
In comparison, Grimm's understanding of the laws of the plane was not as deep as Alice's. Therefore, while Alice's face was pale as she endured the waves of the power of laws, Grimm was like a tiny ant in a nest.
The world before him was so strange and dazzling. Everything he felt, heard, and saw was so unimaginable. No matter how hard he tried to see, hear, and feel, he felt like he was locked in a glass container. He could not understand or understand everything he came into contact with!
Laws … The power of laws …
What was the essence of them? Where did their power come from? How did they methodically trap all living things in the world in a net, causing them to be unaware of it, yet willingly follow all of this?
It had to be said that Grimm had robbed a lot of things over the years, but he still lacked the ability to understand and control the laws of the plane.
When all power was pushed to the extreme, it would transform into some kind of mutated laws. Laws were the most reliable and most powerful weapons of the Witches!
Along with the Crimson Sorcerers and the Magic Machine Legion, Grimm and the rest followed the Rank 3 Vengeful Banshee to a plaza in the southeast corner of the city.
At the center of the square, a ten-meter-wide, twenty-meter-tall door of light had been opened. Powerful spatial fluctuations were emanating from it.
On the other side of the square, some Witches from other factions were also silently waiting for the order to retreat.
To be honest, the reason they were here was to help the Witches of Death with a 'small favor'. There was no need to sacrifice their elites in such a cruel Dimensional Battlefield.
At this point, the Dimensional War had gone beyond the scope of a secular war. It had almost reached the stage of a life-and-death battle. On such a terrifying battlefield, those below Grade 3 were cannon fodder. Even Grade 3 Witches could not guarantee that they would not die.
Therefore, as allies, they had already done their best!
The Witches of Death had to take the lead in the real battle!
It was better for them to leave this terrifying battlefield as soon as possible.
The dark red sky above Drywater City looked like the sky was bleeding, and it was gloomy and oppressive.
Outside the city in the south, there was an earth-shattering sound accompanied by a strong tremor, causing the entire Drywater City to tremble. Thick and violent lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating most of the sky and causing the Elemental Barrier above Drywater City to tremble.
The War Wizard Tower towering in the center of Drywater City emitted a huge magic light pillar, supporting the existence of the Elemental Barrier. Every now and then, it would trigger a wave of magic that was as deep as the sea, projecting it outside the city in the distance.
Blocked by the towering city walls and layers of Elemental Barriers, the crowd could not really see how the battle was going outside the city. However, from the earth-shattering battle cries and loud roars in the distance, one could tell that the intensity of the battle had reached an extreme level!
The Teleportation Gate had been opened, and the Witches began to arrange their teams to pass through the light gate in an orderly manner and return to the Sorcerers World. Grimm stood by the side of the light gate, watching the battlefield in the distance while waiting for the Magic Weapon Legion to slowly pass through the light gate.
This was not his battlefield, and it was not a war that he could intervene in!
Feeling the violent collisions of the destructive auras, Grimm couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions, but also a little uneasy.
All along, he had underestimated the three major Sorcerers Organizations!
Unlike the central continent, the strength that the Silver Alliance and the Northern Witches revealed might be very ordinary, but their hidden strength was very terrifying.
The Witches of Death that he had learned through some intelligence organizations were only 2-3 Level 4 Witches on the surface. However, on the battlefield today, there were as many as 6 Level 4 Witches.
Once such hidden strength gathered in the Sorcerers World, it would probably be enough to change the power structure of the central continent.
Moreover, the Witches of Death could hide their high-level combat power in the Secondary Plane, so would the Witches of other factions be as weak as they looked? Perhaps other than the Destiny Witches and the Chilly Winter Witches who had just revived and had not accumulated enough strength, the other Witch factions were just pretending to be weak.
If that was the case for the Northern Witches, what would the situation be like for the Silver Alliance and the Sorcerer Association?
The reason why the three major Sorcerers Organizations could be in a stalemate for thousands of years was probably related to the hidden strength behind them!
In a situation where they could not swallow the other party, and the other party had a Level 9 Great Sorcerer behind them, perhaps none of the forces would dare to take the initiative to start a war.
Just as Grim was lost in his reverie, an earth-shattering sound came from above.
Grimm looked up in shock.
* Rip! *
Along with the ear-piercing sound of cloth tearing, a huge hole was torn in the sky, and a huge sinister-looking Beastman's head drilled in, letting out a deafening roar towards Drywater City.
"Damned little bugs, just wait to die here …"
* Boom! *
The heavens and earth shook, and even the entire plane became a little unstable.
Two metal magic machines that were about to pass through the teleportation gate encountered this spatial shock. As the light gate shook, the space was compressed and cracked like a broken mirror. The broken space rippled in all directions, and the two magic machines bore the brunt of it. They were silently cut into countless scattered parts that fell to the ground.
Even though they were made of the toughest magic iron alloy, they were still as fragile as tofu in the face of the spatial ripples.
Faced with such a terrifying scene, Grimm and the other Witches did not even spare a glance at the magic machines. They all raised their heads and looked at the terrifying Orc that was trying to squeeze into the Johnson Plane.
Under its crazy tearing and support, the spatial crack that was originally only a few hundred meters wide had now extended to over a thousand meters. The golden Orc not only had its head, but also its shoulders and arms had squeezed in.
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