Chapter 537

Tower of Silence, Third Tower Plane Cluster.

It's a mess here.

Everywhere there are busy Wizards, everywhere there are collection magic arrays being activated, everywhere there are materials and personnel being forcibly packed and taken away. The Magic Net AI Felix gave a one-year deadline, which seems generous, but for the overall migration of a huge Wizard force, it is simply hell mode.

One year is only enough for them to pack and take away the most core planes, the most excellent population, and the most valuable assets.

As for those marginal planes, peripheral populations, and resources that have not been fully mined, they have to be abandoned.

Of course, the Tower of Silence will not just sit still.

Every minute, countless planes are being crazily mined.

Those collection magic arrays that should have been operated precisely are all adjusted to the highest power at this moment.

Even if it leads to resource waste, as long as they can take away one more ton of ore before the deadline, it is a victory.

And in this chaos, there is a figure who is so busy that his feet are almost off the ground.

He is Illusion.

As a Level 6 Wizard who masters the 【Fiction】 Law, his ability is like a fish in water in such a large-scale migration.

Skipping the cumbersome mining process, directly "defining" the result that resources have been mined; omitting complex transportation processes, directly "presenting" the state of materials arriving at their destination.

He alone is worth the efficiency of tens of thousands of ordinary Wizards.

But the price is also huge.

When Raven found him, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

The Illusion who was elegant on the battlefield and always calm and composed, had lost a circle at this moment.

Not a description, but literally lost a circle: cheeks sunken, eye sockets sunken, the originally fitting Wizard robe now hanging loosely on his body.

For a Level 6 Wizard who has absolute control over his own body, this state is almost equivalent to the weakness of a mortal after "massive bleeding."

"You are..." Raven didn't know what to say for a moment.

Illusion raised his head and glanced at him, his dark red eyes full of fatigue.

But he didn't speak, just took a deep breath...

The next instant, his whole person was "refreshed."

The sunken cheeks became full again, the sunken eye sockets returned to normal, and the empty Wizard robe was supported by muscles again.

【Fiction】—skipping the recovery process, directly presenting a healthy state.

In just a few seconds, he returned to being the elegant Illusion.

"What's the matter?" He asked, his voice steady, as if that weak appearance just now was just an illusion.

Raven looked at him, sighing secretly in his heart.

He knew very well that this "skipping recovery" was just a facade; although the flesh had recovered, the fatigue of the soul had not been compensated. But since the other party didn't want to talk much, he didn't point it out.

"The order from Lord Silence has come." Raven said, "You don't need to participate in the resource collection anymore."

Illusion was stunned: "Don't need me?"

He looked around subconsciously.

This plane was a small plane that the Third Tower Plane Cluster had just conquered not long ago, and resources hadn't had time to be mined.

At this moment, the entire land is full of busy Wizards, activating various collection magic arrays, racing against time to seize every bit of resources. Not just this plane.

Among the thousands of planes held by the Tower of Silence, except for the few core planes confirmed to be moved together, all of them are staging the same scene at this moment.

"Without my assistance," Illusion frowned, "can all the resources of all planes be mined before the deadline?"

"Can't mine them all." Raven's answer was crisp and neat, "So Lord Silence's meaning is—resources or whatever, giving them up is giving them up." Illusion's pupils shrank slightly.

He heard another layer of meaning in Raven's words:

"Lord Silence... has already made the choice to migrate?"

Raven nodded.

Migration means leaving this area that has been managed for many years.

Naturally, the Star Ring Federation cannot leave the two Wizard forces alone; after all, it is now a critical time for the entire civilization to use people.

So the Star Ring Federation gave two choices:

One is to go to the more inland area of the Wizard civilization.

It is safer there, but the endless chaotic void where it is located has been swept countless times by predecessors.

Plane resources are extremely scarce, making it difficult to support the development of a huge force.

The second is to go to the area closer to the front line.

Resources are relatively abundant there, but the danger is also multiplied, and they may encounter attacks from high-intensity civilizations at any time, and may be involved in higher-intensity wars at any time.

For any mature force, neither of these two choices is a good thing.

The area they are in now is the best balance point found after countless probes and countless adjustments, taking into account both safety and resources, and is most suitable for the long-term development of the force.

Changing rashly, no matter which side they choose, means huge risks.

And from Raven's words, Illusion heard: Silence chose the front line.

"That's right." Raven confirmed his guess, "So in the new area, you will be very important."

He looked at Illusion, his gaze serious:

"Lord Silence thinks your current strength is still too low, and wants to see if you can be promoted to Level 7. The First Tower has already built a dedicated laboratory for you, and many Level 7 Wizards, or even Lord Silence himself, can be mobilized by you to assist your research."

He paused and asked a key question:

"Do you have confidence yourself?"

Illusion was silent.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

After a long time, he spoke slowly:

"To be honest... I'm not sure either."

His voice was very light, carrying a rare confusion.

"After being promoted to Level 6, I can continue to research, that's right. But I feel..." He paused, seemingly looking for appropriate wording, "I have reached the limit."

"Wanting to complete the expansion and deepening of the law, and be promoted to Level 7..." He shook his head, "Almost impossible."

Raven was silent, not speaking.

Illusion raised his head and looked at the busy Wizards in the distance, his gaze complex:

"But whether it works or not, I have to try."

He took a deep breath, and the aura around him became firm again:

"I'm going to the First Tower."

Raven nodded and patted him on the shoulder:

"Just do your best. Even if you can't be promoted to Level 7, you must go further in Level 6. In the new area, the range of enemy civilization collection you are responsible for can be as large as possible. If it really doesn't work, Lord Silence can also provide you with special resources and equipment to briefly improve your combat power." Illusion nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

His figure flashed and disappeared from where he was.

Raven stood where he was, watching the direction Illusion disappeared, and sighed lightly.

Then, he also turned and stepped onto the teleportation array he came from.

... He also has a lot of things to be busy with.

Chaos Secret Sect, First Plane.

This is also a scene of chaos.

Countless teleportation arrays are running at the same time, transporting the population, resources, and materials of various planes continuously.

Those ordinary people who had just been forced to leave their hometowns and transferred over stood blankly in the square, at a loss.

High in the sky, the Sect Leader's face was so gloomy that it could almost drip water.

He floated at the highest point of the First Plane, overlooking the busy scene below, and kept issuing orders in a cold voice:

"According to the level of cultural popularization, transfer the population of other planes to the core plane, prioritizing the transfer of those with high cultural popularization. As for those illiterates and natives who haven't had time to be transformed into Wizard civilization humans, leave them for the Nuolun Workshop to have a headache!"

"All non-core planes, carry out destructive mining! At all costs, regardless of cost, dig as much as you can!"

"Not a single resource is allowed to be left for the Nuolun Workshop!"

"After migrating to the hinterland of civilization, resources will be extremely scarce, and these resources are the hope for our resurgence!"

Every order was accompanied by a wave of busy crowds.

Those Wizards who were named went away silently.

No one dared to say a word at this time.

The Sect Leader's mood at this moment could be seen from his almost substantial low pressure; whoever bumped into him would be unlucky.

The teleportation array of the First Plane flickered non-stop, sending batches of population and space after space of resources to the storage area where space was constantly being expanded.

And those non-core planes that were destined not to be taken away were being crazily mined by countless Wizards at this moment.

For some planes with relatively small volume, they were even directly shattered using super-large magic arrays, and then the required matter and plane origin were extracted from the wreckage.

Such an extreme collection process will leave the Nuolun Workshop with nothing but abandoned planes that are nothing but desolation in the future.

This is the "revenge" of the Chaos Secret Sect.

Although they lost the war and were forced to migrate, at least before leaving, they wanted to make sure the winners got nothing.

The Sect Leader stood on high, watching all this with cold eyes.