I Created Scientific Magic-Chapter 455 - 441: Rushing a Thousand Miles to Aid, The Empire’s Witch-Hunting Campaign

Chapter 455: Chapter 441: Rushing a Thousand Miles to Aid, The Empire’s Witch-Hunting Campaign

Fire Oil City, within a laboratory in the manor, Lynn was thinking and listing formulas. Without realizing it, the night had passed, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door in the morning.

“Come in,” Lynn rubbed his head, slowly freeing his thoughts from the plethora of formulas, and looked towards the door.

“Master Dean,” the one who entered was Pearce.

“What is it?” asked Lynn.

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“It is news from within the Empire, Chairman Harrov sent me to inquire about your opinion.” Pearce hesitated as he spoke.

“The Empire?”

Lynn was momentarily stunned, his mind racing with numerous conjectures.

Could it be that the Church was launching a major attack again?

If that were the case, it would mean that [Ella] had found a way to counteract the Big Nuclear Explosion Technique, undoubtedly the worst news.

Fortunately, Pearce quickly explained that it wasn’t the Church that had launched an attack; instead, the Empire was experiencing the most horrific witch-hunt in history due to the propaganda by the Priests and Bishops!

Although Wizards were pursued and unwelcome within the Empire’s borders, they could still manage if they didn’t reveal their magic, engage in evil human experimentation, or participate in bloodcurdling acts like sacrifices. Talented Wizards could just barely scrape by.

The better-off ones would cooperate with local nobles, helping them handle some shady matters; those less fortunate, like his mentor Kro, would conjure an identity to lure wealthy apprentices to support their magic research.

But with the spread of doomsday theories, the fear of Wizards among the believers and the general populace escalated daily. Nobles no longer dared to continue colluding at great risks, leading to a large number of Wizards hidden in the shadows being unearthed.

According to the scouts’ reports, there had already been dozens of Wizard massacres in the western regions alone.

“Many Wizards are now preparing to flee to the kingdom; the western regions have even established a Wizards’ aid organization, and the council is considering whether to send airships to support them,” Pearce reported all that he had learned.

Lynn hesitated, sending airships into the Empire was undoubtedly a very risky act!

They were still at war with the Church, but there had been no significant counterattacks from the other side for nearly half a month, and they were leaning toward a temporary ceasefire.

This was clearly the deterrent created by the Big Nuclear Explosion Technique, making the Church wary. Without clear intelligence on their capabilities, they dared not rashly attack.

For the council too, the situation was similar. Right now, the only ace up his sleeve was the Nuclear Explosion Magic. The stock of uranium 235 was only enough for one more use of the Nuclear Explosion Magic, and he could not afford to use it rashly.

The longer the delay, the more advantageous it was for them, between mining uranium ore and preparing for war, as well as advancing to legendary status.

Sending airships into the Empire now could likely enrage the Church, leading directly to the outbreak of a new round of wars.

“Master Dean, should we then reject this proposal?” Ailoke inquired cautiously.

The decision Lynn faced was undoubtedly critical. Although the majority of the council members believed it was necessary to send aid, if the Dean insisted on opposing it, the proposal was unlikely to pass.

After all, being able to release the Big Nuclear Explosion Technique and having killed the pseudo-god incarnation, Lynn had become the trump card among Wizards, and his words sometimes even carried more weight than those of the Chairman.

“We should save them!” Lynn pondered for a moment and made the decision. “If we don’t even dare to enter their territory for a rescue, the church will only think we are bluffing.”

“This might be a test from them, we must strike back!” Lynn said decisively.

“Alright then!” Ailoke was very happy and immediately went to report the decision.

As an aggressive Wizard, he naturally agreed that they should fiercely counterattack the church that dared to slaughter Wizards.

With Lynn’s affirmative answer, the council no longer delayed and immediately dispatched more than twenty airships escorted by newly designed fighter planes to rush to the empire for the rescue!

…

Noon, western part of the empire, inside a dense forest, people crowded, screams, wails, and fighting noises were incessant.

“Kill these minions of the evil demons, the spreaders of doom…”

The leading Archbishop shouted loudly, while a large group of Knights had already loaded their crossbows, a fierce flurry of arrows appeared in the dense forest momentarily.

Most of the arrows were blocked by magic or hit the tree trunks and bushes. However, not all were ineffective; a small-looking apprentice failed to dodge in time and was pierced through the back by several crossbow arrows, tumbling to the ground and instantly fell silent.

“Amon!” An older witch, her eyes bulging with rage, her body surging with flames, conjured several fireballs that whistled fiercely as they flew out.

The intense explosions tore apart a dozen Knights at the front, but in the next moment, more crossbow arrows shot out from the smoke and fire, along with three bishops’ Holy Light Shock penetrating the witch’s defenses, blasting her into a mist of blood.

Seeing the sacrifice of a formal Wizard and not even being able to slightly hinder the opponent’s attack, the fleeing Wizards felt a chill in their spines.

The continuous rain of arrows still continued, probably due to the fear of the Wizards’ powerful and mysterious witchcraft, the Knights did not engage in close combat but continuously exhausted their Magic Power from a distance with arrows.

From time to time, some fell behind due to Physical Strength or were struck down by arrows.

“Lord Lucas, what should we do now?” A few Wizards fleeing anxiously asked, they all knew that continuing like this would lead to everyone’s death.

“Those damned traitors!” The Wizard named Lucas also cursed angrily.

Originally, they had formed a mutual aid society to cope with the increasingly strict pursuits from the church, planning how to safely escape to the supposedly Wizard-ruled kingdom of “Hadlata”

But they had not anticipated a traitor inside revealing their meeting place, and the church had already stationed people there who ambushed them during their discussion, resulting in a brutal fight where over three hundred Wizards and a large number of apprentices suffered heavy casualties, with only a hundred managing to escape.

Lucas was seething with anger but was powerless, so he could only offer words of comfort.

“Everyone, just hold on a little longer, once we reach Fire Oil City, we’ll be safe. That place is ours, a domain of Wizards.”

“There, we won’t have to worry about the church chasing us anymore, nor will we have to conceal our identities; we can use magic openly and freely…” Lucas continued to talk about the wonderful life ahead.

Although he was still not sure if that information was true, stabilizing the situation was necessary. If everyone lost hope, they would truly be doomed.