Chapter 530

On the light screen, that white ball of light with a diameter of a thousand meters floated quietly, emitting a soft and harmless light.

Jie Ming stared at it, speechless for a long time.

Two trillion tons of antimatter.

This number echoed repeatedly in his mind, each echo carrying a heavier weight.

He finally truly understood the concept of "being able to assist Level 8 Wizards in battle."

From another perspective, only by possessing this level of power is one qualified to participate in the battle of Level 8 Wizards.

Level 8 Wizards have fixed laws and are immune to world modification.

The duel between them has already exceeded the scope of conventional wizardry and touched upon a deeper, more essential level of rules.

And a "trump card" like the antimatter light ball in front of him is prepared for that level of battle—a bargaining chip used to break the balance and create an advantage as much as possible.

Jie Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the horror surging in his heart, and turned to Clark: "What is the trump card of the Chaos Secret Sect?"

Clark did not answer, just raised his hand and operated the main console a few more times.

Another light screen unfolded in front of the three of them.

The image was pitch black.

Not ordinary darkness, but an absolute void that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Jie Ming stared at it for a few seconds, even having the illusion that his own line of sight was being "absorbed" by that darkness.

A moment later, the image gradually adjusted, revealing a huge hollow structure deep underground.

The scale of that hollow was almost no less than the surface area occupied by the magic array just now.

And inside the hollow, there was a gray-black mist that could not be directly captured by the naked eye and could only be "seen" through energy detection spells, slowly churning like thick liquid.

"This is—" Jie Ming frowned.

"The trump card prepared by the Chaos Secret Sect." Clark's voice remained calm, but against the backdrop of this dark image, it carried a bit more solemnity, "We cannot probe the specific situation in too much detail—the defense there is even tighter than that of the Tower of Silence. But according to the reverse deduction of the Soul-type Wizard, it should be—" He paused, "a massive amount of emotional energy."

"Emotional energy?" Jie Ming repeated.

"Yes." Clark nodded, "The thing the Chaos Secret Sect is best at playing with. Fear, despair, madness,

pain—these extreme emotions, after being collected, purified, and compressed through special means, will be converted into an extremely special form of energy. It can be used to strengthen certain laws, and it can also be used directly as a weapon, especially its lethality to the soul, which far exceeds energy attacks of the same level."

He looked at the churning gray-black mist in the light screen: "According to the deduction, the total amount of emotional energy inside—the energy level is on the same level as the two trillion tons of antimatter of the Tower of Silence."

Jie Ming felt cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Two trillion tons of antimatter.

Massive emotional energy.

If either one loses control, it would be enough to completely wipe this battlefield from this plane.

And now, such existences, there are two.

"Breaking out in a cold sweat, right?" A voice with a hint of teasing came from the side.

Jie Ming turned his head and saw that Dionysius Spencer had walked to their side without them noticing.

This Level 7 Wizard had his usual elegant smile on his face, but deep in his eyes, there was an undisguisable fatigue and solemnity.

He sighed, his gaze lingering on the two light screens for a moment.

"The trump card prepared by the workshop, although theoretically slightly stronger than either of theirs at this stage, can only deal with one of them." His voice was calm, but carried a heavy weight, "Facing two at once—there really is no way."

Upon hearing this, Jie Ming was stunned.

"Slightly stronger than either of theirs at this stage?" He caught the keyword in this sentence, "The workshop's trump card—is it even stronger than these two?"

Dionysius and Clark looked at each other.

A moment later, Dionysius nodded slightly: "Anyway, we have already reached this stage, and the final decisive battle is about to be launched soon. Telling him doesn't matter."

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Clark turned to Jie Ming, and in those ancient, waveless gray eyes, a hint of complexity rarely emerged.

"The trump card prepared by the workshop is actually very simple." He said, "Even a simplified version of this thing is something you use often."

Jie Ming was stunned.

He uses it often?

He quickly searched in his mind for the methods he uses often—Rune Wizarding Tools, Li Huo Mie Jue Divine Light, Gui Xu Armor, Grand Void Step, Light God Transformation—

Which one could be related to a "trump card"?

No, ordinary Wizards shouldn't be able to use these things either!

Clark did not let him guess for too long.

"The trump card prepared by the workshop is the transmutation array specifically for alchemy." He said calmly, "It's just that—the range is a bit larger—it is a super-wide-area transmutation array that can cover the entire plane."

"Hiss—"

Jie Ming couldn't help but gasp.

A—transmutation array that covers the entire plane?

Dionysius added an explanation from the side: "The biggest advantage of a super-wide-area transmutation array is that it doesn't need to be limited to a fixed area to be deployed. But precisely because of this, each of its sub-arrays must be spread throughout the entire plane."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "The area of this abandoned plane is too large. So it took us so long to finally complete it."

Jie Ming was stunned.

Then, countless pieces of information in his mind, like a lit fuse, quickly connected into a complete picture.

The transmutation array is the foundation of alchemy, achieving the decomposition and re-synthesis of matter through a complete understanding and reconstruction of material structure.

A super-wide-area transmutation array covering the entire plane—means that the moment the magic array is activated, all matter within the entire plane will be under the control of the Nuolun Workshop's alchemy.

If this is the case—

The two trillion tons of antimatter from the Tower of Silence can indeed be "processed."

It can be completely decomposed, converted, or transferred to a safe area through the transmutation array.

The massive emotional energy of the Chaos Secret Sect can also be processed in the same way.

No wonder Dionysius said "theoretically slightly stronger than either one."

A super-wide-area transmutation array is indeed qualified to deal with either of these trump cards alone.

But the problem is—

"Can only deal with one of them?" Jie Ming asked.

"Yes." Dionysius nodded, "After the magic array is activated, all energy will be concentrated on the selected target. To deal with two at the same time—unless there is a second transmutation array of the same level, or other sufficiently powerful means of assistance."

Jie Ming was silent.

Then, he reacted to another thing: "So—the scout battles we had here before, there was no need to unfold them at all?"

Dionysius looked at him calmly, his gaze devoid of guilt or apology, only a cold calmness belonging to a strategic decision-maker: "Yes."

"But in this way, our intentions would be exposed in advance." Dionysius continued, his tone without any fluctuation, "Letting the other side know that our manpower is active all over the plane is far better than letting them directly see a super-large magic array covering the entire plane. As for the losses in those scout battles—"

He paused.

"In terms of cost, this is the most suitable method."

Jie Ming fell silent.

Then, he nodded gently.

Even though he himself was actually one of the costs, Jie Ming still agreed with Dionysius's statement.

Because he understood.

This is war.

Those low-to-mid-tier Wizards who fell in scout missions were, in the eyes of strategic decision-makers like Dionysius, "acceptable costs."

This sounds cruel, but at the macro level, it is indeed an unavoidable reality.

Rather than dwelling on the sacrifices that have already occurred, it is better to think about how to make good use of the current power to make those sacrifices worthwhile.

He raised his head and looked at Dionysius and Clark: "Then what should we do next?"

Wei Aola, who was beside him, laughed, her smile carrying a hint of eager excitement: "Of course—launch the decisive battle in advance!"

She looked at Jie Ming, her silver-gray eyes flashing with fighting spirit: "If we delay any longer, once the other side accumulates more energy, even if we activate the super-wide-area transmutation array, we won't be able to suppress it."

Jie Ming understood what she meant.

The Tower of Silence is still continuing to produce antimatter, and the Chaos Secret Sect is still continuing to collect emotional energy.

The longer the time is dragged out, the thicker the opponent's trump card will be, and the more limited the role the super-wide-area transmutation array can play.

We must launch the decisive battle before the opponent reaches a certain critical point.

But then, he thought of another problem: "If we can only deal with one trump card—then what about the other one?"

Clark looked at him, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "This is the reason why you were called over."

Jie Ming was stunned.

"Ah?"

He pointed at himself, the confusion on his face undisguised: "Me?"

He couldn't figure it out.

He is just a Level 5 Wizard.

Even if he just defeated Illusion, even if he mastered a big move like Light God Transformation, in front of that level of trump card, he was still as small as dust.

Neither of the two trump cards prepared by the coalition forces on the other side is something he can handle alone.

Clark did not explain any further. He just turned to look at Dionysius and nodded slightly: "Next, I'll leave it to you."

Dionysius nodded with a smile, and in that smile, there was also a certain deep meaning that Jie Ming could not understand.

Then, Clark reached out and beckoned to Jie Ming and Wei Aola: "Let's go."

Jie Ming followed blankly, and after walking two steps, he turned to look at Wei Aola who was following: "Senior sister, are you going too?"

Wei Aola rolled her eyes, grabbed his arm, and dragged him forward: "Nonsense. The old man has already spoken, can I not go?"

The two followed behind Clark, passed through the side door of the command room, and walked along the corridor toward the depths of the camp.

Behind them, Dionysius watched the backs of the three disappear at the end of the corridor.

Then, he put away the smile on his face.

That elegant and gentle expression, like a mask washed by water, faded instantly.

Replacing it was a calmness that was cold to the point of cruelty.

He turned around and faced the remaining senior staff and communication Wizards in the command room.

"Order! Notify all Wizards performing missions outside." His voice was not high, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an unquestionable majesty, "Retreat immediately. Everyone return to camp."

He paused.

"Prepare for the decisive battle."

In the command room, the air seemed to freeze for an instant.

Then—

The encrypted communication channel was fully activated, and orders like invisible threads spread rapidly to all parts of the camp and to the Wizards performing missions in every corner of the plane.

After Dionysius's order was issued, in less than two days, the preparations were completed.

The vast majority of the Nuolun Workshop's Wizards outside, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, retreated crazily from all over the plane.

The defensive barriers on the periphery of the camp were lit up layer by layer, and the spatial anchoring spells were running at full power to ensure that every returning Wizard could be identified, cleared, and settled at the first moment.

The first to return were those scout teams that were closest.

They were dusty and still bore the traces of battle, but no one complained or questioned this sudden recall order.

The atmosphere permeating the entire camp, tense to the point of freezing, had already explained everything.

Everyone understood what it meant when the supreme command issued the order to "everyone return to camp."

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——

Those gray-faced, scarred scout Wizards hadn't even had time to catch their breath before they were stuffed into designated fortresses by logistics personnel.

Next were those elite groups that had penetrated deep behind enemy lines.

Some of them were covered in blood, some were dragging unconscious companions, and some even had only their souls brought back in soul containers.

But they all came back.

Finally, there were those Level 7 Wizards responsible for deploying the trump card.

They appeared silently in the deepest part of the camp, their bodies still bearing the fatigue and disorder after long-term high-intensity spellcasting.

At the same time, at the end of the distant horizon.

Dense teleportation lights also lit up in the coalition camp.

Obviously, the other side also sensed the atmosphere of a mountain rain about to come.

The Wizards of the Chaos Secret Sect and the Tower of Silence were also crazily shrinking their manpower and gathering their forces.

At the end of the gray-white wasteland, those enemy scout units that were originally looming also disappeared overnight.

Occasionally, a few powerful mental powers swept across the central area of the battlefield, and the two sides confronted each other across the air, but both tacitly did not send out any more soldiers.

For a time, the entire battlefield fell into the calm before the storm.

Dionysius Spencer stood in front of the three-dimensional tactical sand table in the center of the command room, his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the dense light points on the sand table one by one.

Behind him, thousands of high-tier Wizards stood solemnly, waiting for the final order.

"Confirmed now." Dionysius spoke, his voice not high, but clearly reaching everyone's ears, "All high-tier Wizards performing missions outside have returned."

"The enemy side has also finished shrinking. Their trump card has also transitioned from the 'manufacturing stage' to the 'ready-to-launch state'."

"There is no need to wait any longer."

He turned around, facing everyone, his gaze calm but carrying an unquestionable majesty: "Start, launch the final decisive battle."

The moment the order was issued, the entire war machine of the Nuolun Workshop roared to life.

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