Chapter 299

Deep in the void, far from the frontline artillery fire and energy turbulence, the heavily armed and exceptionally ferocious ship-plane floated quietly.

Inside its core control room, the scene was completely different from the tragic slaughter outside; it was a place of tranquility.

Only the data and battlefield images flowing on countless light screens silently told of the cruelty of war.

Two Level 7 Wizards—the commander-in-chief Meiliste and the Fate-system wizard Dixon—were staring at the battlefield images highlighted on the main screen.

Beside them, a slightly illusory figure was also floating.

That was the projection of the Level 7 Wizard Aoboluosi, who was supervising the battle externally and was responsible for information isolation and preventing accidents.

They clearly saw how Jie Ming opened up the situation with the 【Great Light Image】 and the black giant, and also saw Balsa and the other Level 6 Wizard struggling to hold on within the barrier passage.

Until the most critical moment, the other four Level 6 Wizards arrived in time, stabilizing the crumbling battle line.

Wizard Dixon was a middle-aged man who looked quite ordinary on the outside, often with a gentle smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, he gently clapped his hands, his tone carrying a bit of pleasure: "It seems our luck is not bad."

Meiliste was a female wizard with a cold temperament and eyes like stars.

Hearing Dixon say this, she and Aoboluosi in projection state turned their heads to look at him simultaneously, then turned back expressionlessly without responding.

Luck?

For a Level 7 Fate-system wizard, "bad luck" would be the strange thing!

The higher the wizard's level, the more terrifying their talent and understanding of laws.

Of those who could step into the Level 7 realm, which one hadn't been called a peerless genius in the past?

However, even among this group of geniuses, those who could truly glimpse and master Fate-system knowledge were still as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, one in a hundred.

The difficulty of mastering Fate-system knowledge can be imagined, and correspondingly, the abilities of these Fate-system wizards were also bizarre and unpredictable to the point of making one's heart palpitate.

They might not be good at head-on combat, but they could always make "coincidence" become "inevitability" and turn "disadvantage" into "advantage" in various ways.

Meiliste scanned the global star map and nodded thoughtfully: "It seems your luck has indeed played a role. Fortunately, we encountered the enemy's returning fleet ahead of time this time and fought an encounter battle. Otherwise, if we had followed the original plan, I fear we would have been very passive."

The cause of this annihilation battle against the triangle plane cluster was that a wizard had previously discovered, while attacking a plane, that the plane had long been enslaved by an unknown civilization.

After searching the native souls and integrating information, the Star Ring Alliance confirmed that the native creatures within that unknown civilization actually possessed the terrifying characteristic of absorbing and fusing the advantages of other civilizations to achieve rapid self-evolution!

This civilization with great potential and threat was regarded as a potential competitor to the Wizard civilization, and the high-level officials of the Star Ring Alliance believed it must be strangled in the cradle, hence this unprecedented annihilation operation.

However, the lack of intelligence still brought variables.

According to the plan initially formulated by the three Level 7 Wizards, the landing battle should have been more brutal and direct—relying on the great power of the "ship-plane" itself to forcibly smash the plane barrier of the Giant Spirit Realm and achieve a rapid landing.

Aoboluosi's projection also nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "If we had followed the original plan and rashly connected the ship-plane to the enemy plane, it would have been us who were in trouble."

He himself looked like a serious scholar, and his voice came through the projection, carrying a trace of metal-like coldness.

"I really didn't expect the technology of the Giant Spirit Realm to have developed to this level, allowing their fleet to move freely in the chaotic void—in that case, the danger coefficient rating of these guys needs to be raised." Dixon laughed cynically.

Aoboluosi analyzed silently: "Once the ship-plane is fixed and connected, the enemy can launch attacks from all directions, endlessly, relying on the resources of the entire plane. At that time, we would instead become the side in passive defense, falling into the quagmire of a war of attrition."

"Now," Aoboluosi continued, "the ship-plane remains mobile, and with me sitting on the periphery, there is no need to worry about being besieged by the enemy army. Although the landing battle to establish a bridgehead like this is much more difficult and the casualties are greater, compared to the predicament that the original plan might have led to, it is already fortunate."

Therefore, what Wizard Dixon said about "good luck" was not an empty statement.

This is also the reason why, when the Wizard civilization executes major tasks, no matter how difficult, it must find a way to equip a Fate-system wizard.

These Fate-system wizards themselves are a kind of most powerful strategic resource, a guarantee for seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster.

Just at this moment, on the main screen, the battle situation within the Giant Spirit Realm changed again.

The six Level 6 Wizards who had invaded, after some arduous law confrontation and energy output, finally completed their initial mission.

Four of the wizards joined forces to construct a solid defensive line, resisting the increasingly numerous enemies around them.

After a period of time, the number of Level 7 natives had increased to five!

With their mutual cooperation, the four wizards who could not move rapidly were resisting more and more arduously.

And the other two wizards were exerting all their strength, continuously tearing and solidifying the plane barrier rift that was constantly trying to heal.

Finally, the passage was forcibly expanded and stabilized to a degree sufficient for more powerful existences to pass through freely!

Seeing this, Meiliste turned her cold gaze toward Dixon: "Dixon, it's your turn to go on stage."

The three Level 7 Wizards had a clear division of labor: Meiliste sat in the ship-plane, overseeing the overall situation and allocating resources.

Dixon, by virtue of his Fate-system ability, was responsible for coordinating from the center, attacking strongholds, and taking charge of the most critical positions.

Aoboluosi cruised on the outside, ensuring that the technology and information of the Wizard civilization were not stolen by the enemy, and preventing the world masters of the enemy who might be in a desperate situation from acting recklessly and launching means of mutual destruction.

During the conversation, Aoboluosi's projection suddenly raised his finger without warning, pointing lightly at a light screen on the side showing the details of a certain edge battlefield.

In the picture, a wizard corpse that had just died in battle was being dragged by several Giant Spirit Realm natives with strange forms using energy chains, attempting to quickly pull it back into the plane, clearly wanting to conduct research or information extraction.

And with this point from Aoboluosi across the air, that wizard corpse, along with the several natives dragging him, seemed to be erased from the world by an invisible eraser.

Instantly turning into the finest particles, dissipating into nothingness, leaving no trace.

This was the information protection he had to do.

Although the relevant intelligence had been explained in advance, not all wizards' self-destruction means were useful.

And Aoboluosi was this insurance; he alone constantly monitored and calculated the data of the entire battlefield, and erased events that might leak wizard information.

Such a small episode did not affect the discussion of the three.

Dixon nodded, the gentle smile on his face remained, but his eyes became as deep as an abyss.

He did not say more, simply taking a step forward.

This step seemed to span endless space.

His figure instantly disappeared from the control room of the ship-plane, and the next moment, he had already appeared outside the Giant Spirit Realm, in front of the huge and ferocious plane barrier rift that had been forcibly pried open by the Level 6 Wizards.

Dixon did not rush to break in, but floated outside the rift, his hands elegantly sliding in the void.

Countless runes flashing with strange luster and containing the laws of fate and space flowed from his fingertips.

These runes, as if possessing life, quickly embedded themselves into the edge of the plane barrier rift.

The magic array that the Level 6 Wizards had arranged in a hurry was quickly strengthened with the addition of these runes.

The passage, which had been somewhat vibrating and unstable with energy dissipation, became solid and firm at a speed visible to the naked eye under the action of these runes, as if it had become a permanently solidified space gate.

Inside the plane, the six Level 6 Wizards who were bearing huge pressure simultaneously sensed the complete stabilization of the passage, as well as that familiar, massive aura belonging to Dixon.

Their tense expressions couldn't help but relax, and the pressure was greatly reduced.

"Since Lord Dixon has already made a move, it seems the 'fate' here has been fixed." Balsa couldn't help but show an excited smile on his face.

In this battle, he had gained the most merit among all the Level 6 Wizards.

Immediately, they turned their heads in unison, casting their gazes toward the dense, aura-filled enemy army inside the Giant Spirit Realm.

Especially those terrifying existences that were as towering as metal mountains and emitted Level 7 pressure.

On the face of every Level 6 Wizard, a grim and cold smile was slowly outlined.

At the rift of the plane barrier, the situation had already reversed.

Those Level 7 existences of the Giant Spirit Realm who had been aggressive and attempted to crush the invaders.

Under the joint targeting of the six Level 6 Wizards who had freed their hands, they almost failed to stir up any big waves.

The wizards' means were bizarre and efficient: law suppression, soul imprisonment, space blockade...

Various abilities unheard of by the natives landed precisely, and after just a moment of effort, these top combat powers of the Giant Spirit Realm were all subdued.

They couldn't even self-destruct or flee far, and were imprisoned by powerful sealing formulas, like captured rare specimens, becoming the first batch of high-end trophies for the wizards, and were quickly teleported back to the rear.

This crushing-like suppression clearly deeply shocked the natives in this area of the Giant Spirit Realm.

Their originally surging offensive suddenly stagnated, and the massive fleet and mechanical army began to retreat in an orderly manner, shrinking the defensive line and abandoning the plan to fight the wizards to the death at the barrier gap.

The wizard side did not advance rashly either.

Numbers were ultimately their shortcoming; before the subsequent army arrived, holding the passage was the wisest choice.

The six Level 6 Wizards, along with the newly supported Wizard Dixon, firmly occupied the airspace around the rift, like rocks, quietly waiting for the flood.

(End of chapter)