Chapter 321

The cold, sticky touch on his face made Jie Ming wake up suddenly.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and in his palm was a fragment about the size of a fist, still wriggling slightly, presenting a translucent gelatinous state, with messy luster flowing faintly inside.

Looking at this mass of substance like a high-level slime, Jie Ming's heart accelerated uncontrollably.

His mind was instantly occupied by a scorching thought: Nest!

His comprehensive cannon-fodder unit "Nest," which had an advanced design concept but was always unable to exert its ideal effect due to limited materials and technology!

If he could thoroughly study the mechanism of this near-perfect biological aggregation, evolution, adaptive defense, and regeneration of the Fungus Master, and transplant its essence to the "Nest"—

Then wouldn't this ultimate creation of his be able to get rid of its current awkward situation of being neither high nor low, and become a terrifying war machine capable of true self-evolution and infinite proliferation?!

Before, when hearing the intelligence about the Fungus Master, this idea grew in his heart like wild grass, but at that time it was just an unreachable fantasy.

But now, the wreckage of the Fungus Master was like a gift from heaven, falling directly on his face!

If he let this go, it would be simply intolerable!

Not only Jie Ming, but almost all the wizards around realized how precious these scattered and falling Fungus Master fragments were as research materials.

They collected these fragments containing the mysteries of Tier 8 life crazily, using various means, some sealing them in special containers, some binding them with energy fields.

The battlefield was permeated with a kind of joy of harvest.

However, in the midst of this jubilation, Jie Ming suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.

A sense of unease that was hard to describe wrapped around his soul like a cold snake.

This feeling—very familiar!

The last time he had a similar feeling was in the airspace plane, when his thinking was obscured and interfered with by that strange white fog!

"No—something is wrong!" Jie Ming instantly became vigilant to the extreme, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings sharply.

This time, it wasn't necessarily that his thinking was directly obscured, but there must be some unknown power he hadn't yet noticed that was happening!

But—where exactly is the problem?!

He furrowed his brows tightly, frantically operating his body-tempering method, trying to use the ability of the body-tempering method itself to adapt, to break through the unknown power that interfered with his spiritual sense in the dark.

The light of the soul flickered in his body, and the body cells trembled and adjusted at an unprecedented frequency.

But the effect was minimal.

He was separated from that key "spiritual light" by a transparent wall that seemed impossible to cross.

Clearly feeling that the answer was close at hand, but always missing by a hair!

That sense of powerlessness was like an ant trying to understand the thinking of a giant.

He even forgot to put the tempting Fungus Master fragment in his hand into his internal space, just frowning tightly, standing stiffly in place, forming a sharp contrast with his colleagues who were busy collecting war trophies around him.

High above, Dickson and Obolos carefully checked again, confirming that the core consciousness of the Fungus Master had been completely annihilated by the ship plane's main gun, and only then did they truly breathe a sigh of relief.

"The three world masters have all been executed, and the resistance core of the triangular plane cluster has been pulled out." Obolos's voice carried a trace of relaxation after the battle, "The next step is the cleanup work, receiving the remaining population of the Giant Spirit Realm and the Mind Realm, and systematically recycling their knowledge bases—"

Dickson listened, while casually putting several Fungus Master samples with larger volumes and stronger energy reactions into his space wizard tool.

In his mind came Melist's request, asking him and Obolos to leave her a high-quality Fungus Master sample for research, and the two naturally agreed happily.

He subconsciously lowered his head, overlooking the wizards below who were rejoicing because of victory and rich harvest, and a trace of gratified smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

The casualties of war were certainly heartbreaking, but the harvest of knowledge and the victory of civilization could always heal the wounds.

However, when his gaze swept across the crowd, "unintentionally," he noticed that figure that was out of place—Jie Ming.

That face, full of confusion, vigilance, and struggle, which formed a sharp contrast with the joy of others, instantly aroused the instinctive curiosity of Dickson as a fate-tier wizard.

"Hmm? This little guy—"

Under normal circumstances, fate-tier wizards would not casually explore the fate of a living being.

But this time, he almost subconsciously mobilized the power of fate.

A thread of invisible fate quietly probed toward Jie Ming, wanting to see what made this young apprentice who had always performed well so abnormal.

The moment he switched to fate perception... —

The smile on Dickson's face froze instantly, replaced by a paleness that was almost horrified!

He clearly "saw" that the value representing his own fate trajectory was falling crazily like an avalanche!

Not only did it fall below the safe baseline, but it was also sliding rapidly toward the abyss of bad luck and death representing "negative values" uncontrollably!

No! Not just himself!

Dickson spread his perception—the wizard legion below, Obolos beside him, and even Melist far away in the ship plane!

All wizards, including the three Tier 7 wizards, had their fate lines, which were originally high-spirited due to victory, falling synchronously at this moment, shrouded by an invisible and terrifying shadow!

"Something is wrong! We've been plotted against!" Dickson realized instantly.

His "unintentional" look at Jie Ming just now, and the curiosity that arose with it, were not accidental at all.

That was the final warning given by his own fate before the impending disaster!

"What's wrong?!"

Obolos immediately noticed Dickson's drastically changed face and the terrifying aura that was instantly disordered, and his shadow-condensed body instantly entered the highest combat posture.

"Alert! Highest alert!!" Dickson almost roared it out.

He didn't even have time to explain the reason; the strong sense of crisis made every cell in his body scream.

Out of absolute trust in the ability of fate-tier wizards, Melist and Obolos acted without any hesitation!

Melist instantly raised all the protective arrays of the ship plane to the maximum, and the reconnaissance system scanned every corner of the triangular plane cluster, and even every inch of the chaotic void around it, with unprecedented intensity!

Obolos's massive perception also permeated into the remaining Giant Spirit Realm and Mind Realm like mercury, not letting go of any trace of abnormal energy fluctuations or signs of life.

No harvest!

The scanning results showed that except for the wizards themselves and those remaining natives who were collapsing, this void—was empty!

However, this result of "empty" made Melist and Obolos's hearts sink to the bottom.

They knew the characteristics of high-level fate-tier wizards too well—danger that even they couldn't discover often meant that the danger had exceeded their current cognition and response scope!

Melist didn't hesitate, smashing her fist onto the bright red button representing the highest emergency state on the console.

A hyperspace distress signal crossing the endless void, carrying the coordinates of the triangular plane cluster and the highest crisis code, was sent out instantly.

But—higher-level support, even with the means of higher-level wizards, needed time to arrive!

Dickson endured the dizziness of fate falling continuously, frantically reviewing the trajectory of fate, trying to find the source of the crisis.

Suddenly, he noticed a detail he had ignored.

Why—were the fate values of those remaining native creatures in the Giant Spirit Realm and Mind Realm currently showing—zero?!

The fate of living beings, and even the fate of the plane itself, could be positive (prosperous), or negative (declining).

But it absolutely, absolutely could not be zero!

Zero represents "nothing."

Represents the absence of a fate trajectory—

The only thing that fits this characteristic is dead objects without life!

A shiver, like cold water pouring over his head, made Dickson wake up suddenly!

His thinking just now—was very wrong!

Why was he subconsciously thinking about "receiving remaining population"?

They were executing the highest-level "annihilation" mission this time!

The goal was to completely erase all threats of the triangular plane cluster from the physical and soul levels; except for valuable knowledge and technology, all other living beings were on the clearance list, and there was absolutely no possibility of accepting prisoners!

Something—was silently influencing their thinking!

Distorting their judgment!

Even he, a Tier 7 fate-tier wizard, almost fell for it!

Looking at the wizard legion below who were still unaware and whose fate values were still plummeting, and the extremely solemn gazes of the two colleagues beside him, a flash of determination flashed in Dickson's eyes.

He didn't hesitate anymore, mobilizing all the "luck" he had accumulated and stored in his long years, burning it without reservation, and injecting it into his own precarious fate trajectory!

Hum—!

The fate of the entire area began to vibrate violently.

Dickson's fate value was forcibly pushed to an unimaginable, even contrary to common sense, peak value at this moment.

Under the blessing of this short-lived, near "destined" strong luck, he relaxed part of his control over his body, handing everything over to this moment of "coincidence" and "inevitability."

Under various coincidences, his throat began to vibrate uncontrollably, and his vocal cords trembled at a strange frequency.

His mouth opened and closed, and he spat out five blurred syllables with difficulty: "Throw—away—war—... ————"

The moment the words fell, the forcibly raised fate was like exhausted firewood, falling back to the bottom instantly, and even the backlash made him spit out a mouthful of golden blood.

But he couldn't care about these, using all his strength, he roared the words just now clearly: "Everyone! Immediately throw away all war trophies! Throw away all war trophies obtained from this war!!"

Obolos and Melist, although they didn't know why, acted without any hesitation due to their trust in Dickson.

The mandatory order was instantly issued to the mind of every wizard through the magic network terminal, carrying unquestionable priority.

At the same time, the two Tier 7 wizards also began to frantically throw away the Koge metal wreckage, Hila mental core fragments, and most importantly, those Fungus Master tissue samples they had collected before from their space equipment!

The wizard legion was in an uproar, and many wizards looked at the precious war trophies in their hands, full of reluctance and confusion.

But under the absolute effectiveness of the mandatory order, they could only grit their teeth and follow suit.

They threw away all kinds of materials and equipment collected one after another, as if throwing away hot potatoes.

The moment Jie Ming heard this mandatory order, the string that had been tight in his heart suddenly loosened.

Although he still hadn't figured out the specific source of the crisis, an intuition told him that this was the correct action!

He threw away the Fungus Master fragment in his hand without hesitation, and then threw out all kinds of war trophies in his internal space.

Even more thoroughly, he even took out various auxiliary equipment that had used energy crystals produced in this plane as energy from his internal space, and threw them away without nostalgia!

For a time, it was like an alternative "rain of wealth" on the battlefield, countless precious materials and equipment were thrown away by the wizards in pain, piling up like a mountain.

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