Chapter 473

"Rong Shan, Yan Chui."

Jie Ming's voice passed through the soul connection into the consciousness of the two Black Giant leaders who were over two hundred meters tall.

"Lead the clansmen, act according to the situation." Jie Ming's instructions were concise and clear, "I have no time to be distracted to command next, you judge the battlefield situation yourself and cooperate with other cannon fodder legions to fight." Reading novels every day is super convenient, 𝐭𝐭𝐤𝐬. 𝐭𝐰 is super smooth, providing you with error-free chapters and non-disordered reading experience.

"Obey the will of the Father God." Two low and thick voices, like rocks rubbing, responded in Jie Ming's consciousness at the same time.

The two leaders turned around and began to command the tribe with silent spiritual fluctuations.

A million Black Giants began to change formations like precision machines: melee types held condensed obsidian giant axes and tower shields, forming a front-line defense; mid-range types opened the cracks in their chests, and high-compression energy breaths began to condense inside; the priests in the rear raised their magic staves and began to chant collectively, constructing auxiliary barriers, strength enhancement, speed blessing, damage sharing, elemental resistance, etc., covering the entire army...

Such a well-trained cannon fodder legion with astonishing ranks made many wizards around cast surprised glances.

When Jie Ming walked quickly into the fortress, Sister Wei Ao Ao was already waiting at the entrance of the passage.

"Amazing, Junior Brother." She looked Jie Ming up and down, the appreciation in her eyes undisguised, "This scale and average intensity are a cut above the cannon fodder legions of many Level 6 wizards. It seems you haven't put less effort into biological modification technology."

Jie Ming smiled and didn't take the words.

Sister Wei Ao Ao didn't care either. She grabbed Jie Ming's wrist and took him through the busy passage to an observation window on the upper floor of the fortress.

Many wizards had already gathered here, and everyone was holding their breath, looking out the window.

Outside the window, there were densely packed cannon fodder legions almost covering the entire sky and earth.

And above these cannon fodder legions, in the higher sky, dozens of figures were floating.

That is all the high-tier wizards of the battle group to which Fortress 7 belongs.

Leading them were Ke La Ke and Dionysus.

Behind them were four Level 7 wizards and twenty-seven Level 6 wizards.

A total of thirty-three high-tier combat powers.

At this moment, all of them raised their heads and looked at the distant horizon.

There, one could already clearly see the light of energy explosions flickering and approaching.

That is their own vanguard legion, which is blocking and retreating according to the predetermined plan.

At the same time, a huge pressure that made people suffocated rolled over from the end of the horizon like a tsunami.

The main force of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Annihilation had arrived.

The enemy's vanguard troops had already engaged with the vanguard legion, and the energy ripples generated by the intense wizardry bombardment made the shield of Fortress 7 sway slightly even from a hundred kilometers away.

However, the thirty-three high-tier wizards floating in the sky had no fear on their faces.

Dionysus even laughed.

He reached out and patted Ke La Ke's shoulder beside him.

"Come on, Junior Brother." The old wizard's voice was full of expectation, "Let those guys on the opposite side see properly..."

"The demeanor of the strongest genius in the history of Nuolun Workshop."

Ke La Ke was silent for two seconds.

Then, he sighed lightly.

"You really know how to find trouble for me."

He raised his right hand, and his index finger swiped quickly in the void in front of him, seeming to be calculating something.

Pale silver trajectories remained in the air, constituting a set of constantly refreshing numbers.

"Now in terms of total combat power, Level 7 wizards are 137 short of the opposite side, and Level 6 wizards are still 2,000 short, right?"

"And the cannon fodder units they lead." Dionysus added with a smile.

Ke La Ke nodded.

He withdrew his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

That action looked very ordinary, even a bit like tired relaxation after long-term work, and the tone in his words was also quite relaxed.

"That's fine."

Ke La Ke put down his hand and opened his eyes.

"I'll take care of this extra combat power."

The moment the words fell.

Jie Ming suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

Then...

It got dark.

No.

Jie Ming reacted instantly.

It didn't get dark.

It was that the light was swallowed.

Centered on Ke La Ke, in the airspace with a radius of tens of kilometers, all light—whether it was the dim sky light from the plane itself, the brilliance emitted by the rune shield of the fortress on the ground, or the energy flow jumping on the cannon fodder legion—was collapsing toward a certain point.

That point is the right hand that Ke La Ke raised.

Palm up, five fingers slightly spread.

As if holding an invisible black hole.

Immediately after, shadows flowed out from that "black hole."

At first it was just a wisp, like ink dripping into clear water.

Then, it was the second wisp, the third wisp... the first thousandth wisp, the ten thousandth wisp.

Finally, it turned into a pitch-black waterfall obscuring the sky.

The shadow waterfall "exploded" at a height of about three hundred meters from the ground, like an inverted black ocean pouring down.

Then, the ocean began to differentiate, condense, and shape.

Part of it turned into black warriors over ten meters tall, covered in heavy and ferocious black bone armor, holding giant shields like door panels and long-handled battle axes.

They were the most numerous, spreading out like a black tide, occupying the lower airspace.

The energy fluctuations emitted by each one were steadily fixed at the Level 6 peak.

Jie Ming's spiritual power was active quickly, and he soon calculated the number: about 80 million.

Another part turned into assassins with slender bodies, like melting into shadows.

They had no fixed form, their bodies constantly switching between liquid and mist, and the weapons they held were not physical weapons, but fragments containing rules such as "death," "fracture," "aging," etc.

They silently infiltrated the interlayer of space and disappeared.

The energy fluctuations of each one reached the Level 6 peak, and a small part even reached the Level 7 threshold.

The number exceeded 20 million.

Finally, the most essential part of the black liquid turned into shadow creatures similar to flying dragons, but more slender and elegant.

They had a wingspan of over fifty meters, and what covered their bodies were not scales, but flowing shadow runes.

They had no eyes, and there was only a giant mouth full of sharp teeth on the head, and a vortex-shaped crystal constantly rotating in the center of the forehead.

The strength of these flying dragons was even more exaggerated, collectively reaching Level 7 Initial Tier, with a number close to 1 million.

And above these three forms of shadow legions...

In the higher sky.

More than ten thousand black lights rushed out from the ocean of shadows, turning into more massive, deeper shadows, slowly unfolding.

They had no specific form, more like concept entities condensed directly from pure "darkness," "devouring," "nothingness," and other laws.

The volume of each one was comparable to a small mountain, and the energy fluctuations emitted caused the surrounding space to produce collapsed wrinkles.

Level 8.

A full ten thousand Level 8 Shadow Lords.

Around the entire Fortress 7, it fell into a dead silence.

Only the explosion sound of the vanguard legion engaging with the enemy in the distance was still reminding people that time was still flowing.

In front of the observation window, Jie Ming opened his mouth, and his brain stopped thinking for a short time.

He subconsciously began to estimate:

Level 8 units, ten thousand.

Level 7 units, 1.2 million.

Level 6 peak units... one hundred million.

And this, is just the "cannon fodder legion" released by his mentor, one person, in ten seconds.

Jie Ming's gaze slowly moved to the figure floating directly below the shadow legion, still in a black robe, with an indifferent expression as usual.

Mentor Ke La Ke.

The strongest genius in the history of Nuolun Workshop.

"This..."

Jie Ming heard his own voice, dry as if rubbing on sandpaper.

"... is the mentor's strength?"

(End of chapter)