Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 319 - 032: Draw the sword, fight to the bitter end!

Chapter 319: 032: Draw the sword, fight to the bitter end!

“Master Wizard!”

Greywell stepped onto the stone steps.

He had changed into a different outfit. Not only was he wearing leather armor, but he also had a helmet on his head, and even a Cross Sword hung at his waist.

Lynch raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and said, “Why did you come up here?”

Greywell chuckled indifferently and said, “As the Supreme Governor of Feiyan City, how could I hide at the back at a time like this, when life and death are at stake?”

His smile carried a childlike playfulness as he asked, “How do I look now? Do I seem like a Knight?”

Lynch frowned slightly.

This joke was far from amusing.

Greywell was advanced in age, and with such frail bones, if one of the beasts on the rampart were to crash into him, it would be no laughing matter. Even with Magic as protection, Lynch still found the risk unnecessary.

After all, he was still counting on this old man to push forward the framework of his future plans.

Lynch was about to persuade Greywell to go back down, but Greywell seemed to have anticipated this and spoke first, “Just let me stay.”

He gazed at the distant Forest. Though war was imminent, there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

“I’ve strategized more wars than I can count in this lifetime and commanded the mobilization of tens of thousands of soldiers. Plains charges, canyon ambushes… People even gave me a nickname: the Master of Battlefields, a military expert.”

“But despite all these years, this is the first time I’ve stood truly at the forefront of a battlefield. Hahaha, are you surprised?” Greywell laughed.

Bracing against the wind, his voice was resolute: “However, this is also the war I absolutely do not want to lose the most in all my years.”

“In the past, no matter how many wars I helped plan and conduct, none of them were for me. They were merely battles fought for the Earl, for the King, for the Nobles to secure their interests. Those weren’t wars—they were games, games of power.”

“But this time, things are different.”

“I’ve never yearned for victory as I do today, not like today. Even as my body decays with age, my blood burns hot. I truly long to experience everything personally and witness the outcome of this war. Either let me bring a new beginning to this world through victory, or let me perish with the world in defeat.”

He spoke with sincerity: “Just let me stay.”

Lynch hesitated for a moment.

Alright,

If he couldn’t even shield an old man, what would be the point of any secret skill?

Lynch summoned Barton over and instructed Greywell, “This is my servant. It will protect you. Stay close to it.”

Greywell nodded and said, “I promise.”

The elder walked to the edge of the city wall, his silver, frost-like hair swaying in the wind.

He gazed at the distance and asked Lynch, “Master Wizard, do you think we’ll win?”

Lynch was taken aback. Are you asking about this war?

Just as he was about to reply, Greywell shook his head and answered his own question: “No!”

“We definitely will!”

…

Time ticked by, minute by minute; about half an hour later…

“Boom—boom—boom!”

Suddenly, a thunderous rumble echoed through the heavens.

Strong winds arose as the dark cloud hovering above the Forest suddenly expanded outward with astonishing speed, instantly covering the entirety of Feiyan City and shadowing the sky.

The world darkened in that moment.

“Plip! Plip!” The crisp sound of raindrops rang out.

Rain fell from the heavy clouds above.

It was red rain.

Red like fresh blood.

Lynch raised his right hand, studying the crimson droplets falling onto his glove. A trace of confusion and strangeness flashed across his expression. This substance appeared like blood, yet it wasn’t as viscous as blood. Its composition seemed to contain inorganic salts, lysozyme, and the like.

In terms of makeup, rather than blood, it resembled tears secreted by the lacrimal glands.

Blood tears?

As Lynch silently pondered the composition of this sanguine rain, a violent rumble sounded from afar, quickly followed by subtle tremors spreading across the ground.

Looking to the distance, the trees in the Forest were trembling fiercely. Amidst the shaking trunks, a thick cloud of dust rose—a sandy tempest seemingly conjured within the woods.

This sandstorm surged rapidly through the Forest, rolling inexorably toward Feiyan City.

The soldiers grew increasingly tense, their eyes widening as they gripped their weapons tightly.

The tremors of the earth intensified.

A thousand meters away…

Five hundred meters away…

A hundred meters away!

“Roar!”

With an earth-shattering roar, the sandstorm burst forth from the Forest, fully revealing its true nature.

At that moment, all holding their breath froze.

This wasn’t a sandstorm at all; it was a tide—a tide of Beasts!

Three-meter-tall boars, six-meter-tall bears, leopards stretching seven to eight meters long—these Beasts… no, these Magic Beasts, packed densely together, surged forward like towering waves, crashing toward Feiyan City.

An overwhelming, mountain-like pressure bore down as the Beasts moved with indomitable momentum.

“Beast tide! The beast tide is here!”

“It’s over. We’re done for. We’re all going to die!”

“Run! Quickly!”

Facing this terrifying scene head-on, the soldiers atop the walls were terrified out of their wits. Battling these Monsters was out of the question; they were pale-faced, trembling, thinking solely of escape.

It seemed this war would end in defeat before it even began—until a commanding voice rang out.

“Do not be afraid! Do not be afraid!”

Lynch stepped forward, calling out loudly:

“These are just Beasts—nothing to fear!”

“You are Feiyan City’s finest soldiers. You have the strongest Armor and the sharpest treasure swords. All you lack now is a baptism of blood and fire! Defeat them, kill them, and use their flesh and blood to prove yourselves!”

His voice carried a peculiar power, and the soldiers suddenly noticed that upon hearing Lynch speak, their overwhelming fear instantly crumbled, replaced by a surge of intense battle lust deep in their hearts.

Soul Resonance·Courage Boost!

Driven by this surge of battle desire, the soldiers finally ceased their retreat. Their fears evaporated as they raised their weapons with blazing eyes.

“Roar!”

At that moment, an enormous leopard leading the charge leapt forward, instantly scaling the towering walls and pouncing up onto the ramparts.

“Clang!”

The sharp sound of swords reverberated as Lynch swiftly drew his Cross Sword to meet it.

At this moment, he did not wield the Phantom Cross—it was too slender and lacked the striking power needed for leading battle formations.

Nor did he use the Fearless Great Sword—it exuded an overly individualistic aura suited for personal heroism, which contradicted his current intention to elevate the entire team’s morale.

What he now carried was Jamie’s entrusted Faith Cross.

This was a Two-Handed Broadsword, wide as a palm and over 1.2 meters long. It looked sturdier than the Phantom Cross yet wasn’t ostentatious like the Fearless Great Sword—just an ordinary Cross Sword, hardly different from those used by the other soldiers.

Gripping the Faith Cross with both hands, Lynch faced the enormous leopard charging atop the wall.

Before this seven-to-eight-meter monstrosity, Lynch’s figure seemed exceedingly small, making it impossible not to worry for him.

But then,

The Cross Sword sliced through the air with a dazzling flash of cold light. In the next instant, there was only a “splurt!” sound, as the seemingly invincible giant leopard was cleaved apart like tofu.

Blood, mixed with visceral matter, erupted like a waterfall, spraying everywhere. The downpour of crimson rain splattered onto the soldiers, staining their armor, blurring their vision, trickling into their open mouths.

As the metallic tang of blood exploded upon their taste buds and their sight turned completely red, the soldiers’ latent battle instincts were fully awakened.

Humans, too, are a beastly species!

“Clang!” Sword edges trembled!

Lynch raised the Cross Sword high, his voice thundering over the roars of beasts and the booming skies.

“Draw your swords! Fight! Battle to the death!”

“Draw your swords! Fight! Battle to the death!”