Chapter 471

Time rewinds to a few minutes ago.

At the other end of the abandoned plane, the joint landing zone of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation.

The landscape here is no different from Plane Nuolun's side, the same grey-white dead silence, the same flat desolation.

But the difference is that the number of wizards who entered and landed here earliest was much smaller, only about one thousand.

However, the energy fluctuations emitted by these thousand wizards were more terrifying than the ten-thousand-strong army.

Because this batch of one thousand wizards were all high-tier wizards.

The 127 people standing in the core area had auras that were even deeper than the abyss; that was a group of Level 7s.

They are the vanguard, the elite, the special operations team responsible for executing the most critical decapitation mission before the main army arrives.

As soon as they landed, the thousand people quickly divided into three groups.

About three hundred people quickly scattered outward, rose into the sky, and unfolded a vigilance barrier.

They held various detection wizarding tools, scanning the distant horizon with cold eyes, guarding against possible sneak attacks.

Another three hundred people, led by one hundred Level 7 fate-system wizards, began to cast fate-system wizardry, trying to occupy the high position of information.

And the remaining three hundred were all wizards specializing in curses.

They quickly formed three concentric circles and sat cross-legged, taking out various spellcasting media from their respective storage spaces.

Three hundred wizards of at least Level 6 began to chant at the same time.

The sound was not any known language, but a mixture of sharp friction sounds, low throat sounds, and some kind of echo that seemed to come from the abyss.

The air twisted around them, the light dimmed, and even space began to ooze black, viscous "malice."

They released 3,120 curses at once, like 3,120 invisible poison arrows, tearing through space along the pre-anchored targets and shooting at the most dazzling geniuses in the Nuolun Workshop camp.

At first, everything went smoothly.

"Hit feedback" was continuously transmitted back through the curse connection; that was the "death echo" generated when the target's soul shattered, body collapsed, and life extinguished.

A Level 7 wizard responsible for monitoring the curse effect even showed a satisfied smile on his face.

But at a certain moment...

"Arghhhhh!!!"

A short and shrill scream suddenly erupted from the core position of the circle.

That was the Level 7 wizard responsible for cursing Jie Ming.

His originally sitting body bowed forward suddenly, as if hit in the chest by an invisible giant hammer, and then he leaned back and fell, the back of his head hitting the ground heavily.

But this was not the most terrifying thing.

In the depths of his soul, two "foreign objects" exploded.

One was a condensation of the negative will of hundreds of millions of living beings, viscous and crazy, polluting his spiritual origin; one was sharp like thousands of blades, wantonly cutting his soul structure.

At the same time, the backlash caused by the curse failure also arrived together. With the three superimposed, the consciousness of this Level 7 wizard was almost about to be torn apart in an instant.

"Spiritual connection! Quick!"

Another Level 7 curse wizard beside him reacted extremely quickly and roared.

All wizards participating in the curse had temporarily linked their spirits and souls together using special rituals before casting the spell, with the intention of sharing target information and improving curse accuracy.

At this moment, this link became a life-saving channel.

Those two filthy and violent forces flowed along the spiritual link and split to hundreds of other curse wizards around!

"Pfft!!"

"Cough ah!"

"What the hell is this?!"

Muffled groans, vomiting blood, and angry curses rang out one after another.

Every wizard in the link felt as if their soul had been splashed with a ladle of scalding feces, and also as if they were being pricked by countless fine needles.

Although the damage suffered by each person was greatly reduced after sharing, that kind of "pollution" originating from the resentment of all living beings and evil energy was like a maggot on the bone, extremely difficult to clear.

The entire curse circle was in a mess.

Some people hurriedly cut off the spiritual link, some tried to use purification wizardry to drive away the pollution, and some fell to the ground twitching due to the backlash.

By the time they handled this sudden counter-attack in a hurry, the first round of curse confrontation between the two sides was nearing its end.

The one responsible for coordinating this battle was a Level 7 peak wizard of the Chaos Secret Sect, named "Rotten Throat" Mo Erdi.

He checked the final hit statistics, and the expression on his face, which was covered with pustules and cracks, was extremely ugly.

"Only completed... 50%?"

This number was far lower than the "70%" estimated before the war.

And on their side, because of that strange counter-attack, more than forty curse wizards suffered soul damage and needed at least several hours to recover part of their combat power.

As for the first Level 7 wizard who suffered the attack, his soul was seriously damaged, and there was a large amount of pollution residue in his soul. I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to provide any combat power on the battlefield next.

"Nuolun Workshop... since when did they have this kind of protective technology that can backfire on Level 7 curses?" The person in charge of the Tower of Annihilation, a thin and tall figure wrapped in a grey shroud, asked in a dry voice.

"Don't know." Mo Erdi's voice was like sandpaper rubbing, "But in this way, we have to look at the results of the fate interference group."

"This is not easy, the number and strength of fate-system wizards in Nuolun Workshop are above ours." The grey-clothed man said in a low voice.

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion on the side of the fate-system wizards.

Three Level 7 wizards simultaneously erupted with powerful power fluctuations. The soul fire burned like substance.

"Assist them!"

Following Mo Erdi's order, other curse-system wizards whose status was still okay immediately extended the spiritual link.

After a while, as the three Level 7 fate-system wizards opened their eyes with weak status.

Looking at their weak status, Mo Erdi knew that three more Level 7 combat powers were missing on the battlefield next.

However, this sacrifice was worth it.

Although no advantage was gained, at least Nuolun Workshop lost its biggest reliance.

He raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

There, the battle fluctuations of four Level 8 wizards were sweeping over like a tsunami.

At the moment the pressure descended, Mo Erdi and the grey-clothed man beside him only swayed slightly and stabilized.

Level 7, having deepened and expanded their own laws, has considerable resistance to high-level pressure.

"The curse war is a tie, and the fate line has also been polluted by us." Mo Erdi said coldly, "Then use the most direct way."

He raised his rotten right hand and made a gesture.

In the rear, while they were launching the first round of offensive, the joint army of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation, which had been ready to go, began to restless.

The wizard army of more than 1.7 million formed a red-black tide that could not see the end.

The red ones were Chaos Secret Sect wizards wearing dark red robes with bodies showing varying degrees of mutation characteristics, and the main body color was black, which were the Tower of Annihilation wizards emitting destructive aura.

"Except for the three columns reserved for executing 'special missions', all other units..."

Mo Erdi's voice spread throughout the army through amplification wizardry.

"All troops attack."

"Target, Nuolun Workshop landing zone."

"Before they build a complete defensive system, strike in one go and defeat them."

The order fell.

The red-black tide moved.

1.7 million wizards, like a locust plague sweeping the earth, rose into the sky, turned into dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, and surged toward a certain direction.

(End of chapter)