Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Buzz buzz!

The damaged chain saw sword roared as it sliced through the body of a spirit soldier. At the same time, a long blade engulfed in flames brushed past the back of a goblin, leaving a charred wound.

On the vast battlefield, the creations of civilization were clashing against the servants of civilization.

Two groups, which should have been showcasing their exceptional skills, were now locked in combat with swords like their ancestors.

The numbers of the spirit soldier corps kept dwindling. The increasingly skilled goblins, through sacrifices, had devised an almost perfect battle plan. A spirit soldier, after all, is lifeless; no matter how agile or technically advanced it may be, it relies on the pre-programming of the immortals of the Immortal Country.

They themselves lack any capacity for thought or learning.

Moreover, as the battle progressed, their techniques were gradually seen through, while the goblins were continuously enhancing their skills. Combined, this meant that the goblins were advancing while the spirit soldiers were regressing.

This ebb and flow led to the vast spirit soldier corps being continuously depleted. Upon witnessing this, the Daoists hidden among the spirit soldiers immediately ordered a retreat.

This battle had already yielded sufficient rewards, with the vast battlefield covered with goblin corpses. Additionally, a large number of severely wounded were sent to the rear.

This battle could be said to be highly fruitful.

Upon receiving the orders, the spirit soldier corps immediately changed direction and headed towards the nearest large river. Noticing the movement of the spirit soldier corps, cheers erupted from the command center of the No. 11 defense zone.

They knew they had already won this battle.

"Trying to run! Stop them!"

Upon receiving the frontline battle report, the command center immediately ordered the No. 11 defense zone command to take over all the troops in the zone, with one requirement: to annihilate the Daoist corps.

The air force, which had been idling, was activated. In this battle, the air force had only assisted in early-stage fire suppression alongside the artillery. After that, the air force had remained idle.

Now, upon receiving orders, the massive war airships fired up, with countless gun barrels adjusting their positions, ready to deliver a heavy blow to the Daoist corps.

On the ground, the goblin corps began to separate from the spirit soldier corps. Artillery shelling could not commence with allies present.

The Daoist corps' ninth-in-command, upon seeing the retreating goblins, felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom.

The terrifying fire element storm flashed before his eyes, clutching his heart with a vice-like grip.

"Full speed ahead! Full speed ahead!"

The ninth-in-command shouted orders in a panicked state, but it was already a bit too late.

A rain of destruction descended from the sky, and the spirit soldier corps, having been reduced by two-thirds, struggled to hold on, while the goblins' artillery support would no longer be silenced.

...

"The statistics are out. Our casualties this time… one hundred nine thousand four hundred sixty-three."

In the command room, a heavy silence prevailed, with the numbers recorded in the report weighing like mountains on everyone's hearts.

Frankly, these casualties were not exaggerated, considering the Abyss War period had even more astonishing figures. But the past was the past, and now was now, with the goblin soldiers' quality far surpassing that of the old days due to years of development.

In comparison, the losses in this war equated to the one-time loss of nearly eleven thousand Miracle Monks.

During the Abyss War period, such losses would have made Frank spit blood and caused Tai'er a cardiac arrest.

"The losses are noted. Does anyone have any questions?"

Richard, after carefully reading the report, casually placed it on the table beside him. He then scanned the goblins in the command room; everyone he looked at instinctively avoided his gaze.

"No questions? If not, then I'll speak."

"The losses in this war are not good, but not terrible either. In fact, better than I expected; your efforts in army building over these years have been remarkable. But there is a harsh future that you all must come to terms with..."

Richard paused and gently tapped the table.

"The wars I will partake in, in the future, will all be of this intensity."

...

Silent, suffocating silence.

Among the goblins present, some were pale, some grave, others firm, and some were somewhat uneasy.

Richard observed all these reactions but remained silent.

After a prolonged silence, a goblin gave Richard a Miracle Monk's salute.

"My Lord, we are willing to follow you to the ends of the earth. Even if the way forward is the abyss hell, we shall tread closely behind you."

After speaking, he pounded his chest with his fist, a common gesture among goblin soldiers, signifying that his words were sincere.

Soon, a second, then a third goblin stepped forward.

"My Lord, I am willing to follow you to the ends of the earth..."

"My Lord, I am your soldier, your loyal servant, willing to obey whatever command you give..."

"My Lord..."

Richard looked at these goblins pledging their loyalty, and a silent gleam appeared in his eyes. Under the Divine Eye, these goblin commanders' beliefs were laid bare.

After receiving this message, most of the goblins' faith became more devout, but a few goblin beliefs dimmed.

Fear of death is human nature, Richard can understand. But there's no doubt that these few who lack firm beliefs will certainly be marginalized.

Richard raised his hand, and the entire command room fell into silence again.

"I have seen everyone's beliefs, so there's no need for more words. Although the losses in this war are severe, the results are also notable. The Daoist corps was completely annihilated by our fine fellows, and the few scattered fugitives are no threat.

I have a suggestion, to hold a celebration to relieve everyone's spirits."

"Yes, my lord." (In unison)

...

While a lively victory feast was held in the goblin-controlled area, the atmosphere on the Family Alliance side was rather heavy.

"Completely annihilated...?"

The Qing Family Head listened to the Daoist's report, feeling his vision darken, nearly fainting. Beside him, the other six Family Heads and Immortal Village Envoys had almost the same reaction.

Daoists aren't samurais, the ones inside are all the talented individuals with immortal fate from each family, the core characters, most treasured.

Yet now, they were all exterminated.

This great loss needs no explanation; the Family Alliance right now is already extinct in name. Once this news spreads, the surrender faction within the Family Alliance will proliferate like a plague.

Unless an Immortal Venerable descends, otherwise the Mortal World now has become the domain of the Outer Heaven Demon.

"Family Head! Family Head!"

A werewolf suddenly rushed into the room in panic, kneeling in front of the Qing Family Head: "Family Head, we've received intelligence, the Liu Family, Feng Family, Jia Family, along with the three hundred seventy-two families under their command, have already sent notices of surrender to the Outer Heaven Demon, the surrender of their entire Warrior Corps!"

"What!"

The Qing Family Head stood up abruptly; he had just received the news, the message of the Daoist corps' annihilation shouldn't have spread yet. But right at this juncture, these families surrendered, this is not right, something is very wrong!

As soon as the werewolf's report finished, a dark silhouette suddenly emerged from the shadow of the Yu Family Head. He whispered a few words in the Yu Family Head's ear, and the Yu Family Head's expression turned grim.

"The Qi Family, Tianyuan Lu Family, Xianshui Lu Family, have also surrendered."

Almost intentionally, as soon as the Yu Family Head finished speaking, other Family Heads and Immortal Village Envoys learned through Dao Artifacts, Messenger Birds, or even just Dao Techniques, using various means to get intelligence from their informants.

"My family has surrendered too."

"Mine as well."

"These treacherous things! We should have directly used mind manipulation back then..."

Seeing other families sharing his fate, the Qing Family Head suddenly felt a sense of ominous foreboding.

No matter if the Outer Heaven Demon intentionally spreads the news, it's impossible to turn families so quickly. These families, aren't they all millennium-old foxes, they won't just believe whatever the Outer Heaven Demon says, they would need to verify the news of the Daoist corps' annihilation.

Unless there's something else.

...

At Xianshui Lu Family, the Lu Family Head looked at the dramatically changed Quan Family Young Master before him, half kneeling and bowing: "Your majesty, the guilty minister greets the king."

It's indeed true that the White Wolf King was slain by the Immortals years ago, but back then, the White Wolf Court also had numerous nobles. These nobles survived the destruction of the White Wolf Court and established several small countries with their martial power during the wild period after the court's fall. Later, when the Immortal Doors opened, Immortals conferred titles upon the world's families. These small countries became the earliest families.

And Xianshui Lu Family was one of the earliest families.

"Uncle, no need for such formality."

The Young Master helped up the Lu Family Head, the reason these families could surrender so decisively was mainly because of the Young Master. In addition to the White Wolf King's bloodline and the natural affinity of the Family Guardians towards creatures of this world, the families originally wanting to be ambivalent switched sides immediately.

Surrender? What nonsense surrender, this is turning away from darkness to light.

The Outer Heaven Demon killed the White Wolf King years ago, we, the loyal ministers and generals eager to revive the White Wolf Court, had to submit to the thieves. Now that the White Wolf King has returned, naturally, we must return under his banner.

Of course, there were Family Heads who questioned the Young Master's power. But after witnessing the Young Master kill a Third Level werewolf on the spot, the doubts vanished.

Siding with him, even if defeated, we can live a bit longer. If we don't, we die now.

All the Daoists have been transferred to the Daoist corps, leaving behind at the Family headquarters are those hopeless in battle, Alchemy Daoists, or Artifact Dao Daoists. Without Daoists relying on samurais, no matter how many werewolves, it's useless.

The Lu Family Head stood up, looking at the Young Master with complex eyes.

A few months ago, the Young Master was just a junior needing his care. But now, he's become a master he must serve, it can only be said that destiny is unpredictable.

"King, what should we do?"

The Young Master shook his head slightly, pulled out a Crystal Stone Communicator from his sleeve, and contacted Richard.

"Master, the family defection is complete. If there are no accidents, the opening of the Immortal Doors is forthcoming."