Chapter 593

Three days ago, within the territory of the parallel world wizard civilization.

Since three days ago, the high-level of the entire wizard civilization had been extremely uneasy.

Because a huge spatial crack appeared on the periphery of the core plane.

The entire spatial crack was so large that it almost swallowed the core plane completely, but the inside of the crack was not connected, instead it seemed to have been deliberately blocked. The crack appeared without any warning, and no wizard could detect its source.

The core plane is extremely important to the entire wizard civilization, so after a short detection, the wizards decided to destroy or open it. But the problem is, they tried all methods—elemental impact, information pollution, spatial blockade, causal severance...

But no matter what means were used, whether it was that spatial crack or the blockade on the crack, it remained motionless.

"Can't open it." A Tier 8 wizard retreated from the crack with an iron-blue face, "The power and technology on this spatial crack are completely incomprehensible, far exceeding our level."

On the day they confirmed that all their means could not crack this seemingly ordinary spatial crack, the high-tier wizards urgently held a meeting.

The entire wizard civilization, whether it was those who were in seclusion researching experiments or those guarding the territory outside, as long as they were high-tier wizards above Tier 6, they were all forcibly recalled!

Core plane, in a "ruin" on the central continent, many high-tier wizards gathered continuously.

This central continent appeared abnormally broken, and even the entire continent was scorched earth.

The reason for this was because in the distant past, a racial war occurred here.

It was also relying on this war that the wizard civilization established the status of humans as the rulers of this plane and used this as a springboard to continue extending outward. For this reason, the wizards deliberately preserved the ecological environment of the entire central continent, even after tens of millions of years, the entire continent was still filled with energy radiation sufficient to kill ordinary creatures on the spot.

And in the central area of the central continent, a broken temple left over from the war was the place specially reserved by the high-tier wizards of the wizard civilization for meetings.

The entire temple deliberately maintained a dilapidated state without repair.

Beside the long table pieced together from broken metal in the center of the temple, it was full of withered Tier 8 wizards.

Some had two fewer eyes on their heads, but were covered with eyes on their bodies, some had half of their bodies replaced by machinery, and some had their entire heads wrapped in transparent containers, inside which were constantly wriggling brains.

"The enemy's purpose is unknown, but it has been confirmed that the other party's technical level far exceeds ours, so we must activate the final combat module." A wizard covered in runes opened his mouth, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper rubbing.

"That will consume at least one-third of our slaves." Another opposed.

"Want to catch slaves, there are plenty of planes outside to catch..."

"But if you don't open it, you die!"

The argument lasted for a long time, but in the end, a consensus was reached.

In three days, they exhausted everything, pieced together broken plane fragments into warships, filled the engines with those shriveled corpses and wailing souls, and armed every wizard capable of fighting to the teeth.

The moment the final combat module was activated, the bodies of countless wizards began to mutate—that was the price of forcibly increasing power.

Some grew extra arms, some had new eyes split on their faces, some bodies twisted into irregular shapes.

Their faces were more withered, the madness in their eyes was more intense, but both spiritual power and physical strength were indeed improved. Then, at the same moment they were ready, the spatial crack outside the main plane moved.

That crack they couldn't shake for three days was now slowly opening.

All the high-tier wizards present saw this scene with ugly faces, they absolutely didn't believe this was just a coincidence.

That is to say, the enemy on the opposite side had been monitoring them, but they knew nothing about it!

More importantly, the other side actually let them get ready!

This means the strength of the other party far exceeds them...

Not long after, the thoughts of the high-tier wizards present were verified.

As the crack unfolded, they were finally able to see the situation on the other side clearly.

Opposite, four behemoths they had never seen before were appearing.

A Tier 6 wizard responsible for reconnaissance only took one look and fell from mid-air, trembling all over.

"Tier 8..." His voice was trembling, because of excessive horror, his voice was sharp and even a bit out of tune: "Many Tier 8s!!!" The moment the news spread, the entire battlefield fell into dead silence.

Those withered wizards looked up, looking at the four war machines exuding terrifying auras on the opposite side of the crack, looking at those gorgeously dressed peers, looking at those figures in the sky whose auras were so deep that they couldn't be perceived.

Someone began to retreat.

Someone dropped the staff in their hand.

Others directly activated the escape array, or turned into a stream of light and fled into the distance.

This can't be fought at all!

A Tier 7 wizard stood on the edge of the warship, looking at the Tier 8 wizard figures on the opposite side, and suddenly smiled.

That smile contained bitterness, despair, and a hint of relief.

"So that's it..." he muttered, "Is this the doomsday of our wizard civilization..."

His voice was swallowed by the surging energy in the void.

Opposite the crack, the four war machines had completed their final preparations.

The ring of the Quantum Entanglement Flagship began to rotate at high speed, releasing energy capable of tearing the plane barrier. The perfect ecological flesh nest sprayed more red mist, the folded geometric palace's morphological changes reached the extreme, and the silver-white nano torrent star ring began to surge forward.

The confrontation didn't last long.

The wizard civilization side also discovered the reaction of the parallel world wizards and immediately realized that they couldn't force them too hard.

So even though the spatial crack had fully unfolded, the war machines of the four major forces still stopped in place, not taking another step forward.

Jie Ming stood on the edge of the flagship, looking at those warships pieced together from broken plane fragments on the opposite side, looking at those withered and deformed wizards on the warships.

He could read fear from their eyes, and he could also read hesitation from their movements.

Those low-tier wizards who had begun to flee were chased back by their companions, those who dropped their staffs were forced to pick them up, and the parallel world line was repeatedly pulled between chaos and order.

But fortunately, the parallel world wizards did not immediately launch an attack out of stress.

High-tier wizards all cherish their lives and are very rational.

When the strength gap is too large to make up for, battle is no longer an option.

Felix's figure appeared in front of the flagship, and the other three major artificial intelligences also emerged at the same time.

The four light shadows stood side by side, calmly watching those twisted warships on the opposite side.

"Our side hopes to have a dialogue with you." Felix's voice spread throughout the entire void.

The opposite side was silent for a long time.

Those Tier 8 wizards gathered together, communicating frantically with spiritual power.

Those Tier 7 wizards floated above the warships, their eyes vigilantly scanning the four war machines on this side, scanning those Tier 8 wizards who were also floating in the air.

Then, they discovered that the "enemy" seemed to have sent a delegation.

On the wizard civilization side, in order to have a better dialogue, the four major forces each sent a hundred-person delegation.

Every wizard in the delegation was the peak among Tier 8 wizards.

They walked out of their respective camps, with calm steps and restrained auras, just like going to attend an ordinary academic conference.

But Jie Ming knew that any one of these four hundred people had the ability to destroy a super-large plane cluster alone.

Feeling the terrifying threat brought by these four hundred people, the parallel world wizards became even more restless.

Their Tier 8 wizards, all added together, were only a little over a hundred.

And the delegation sent by the opposite side was four times theirs.

And the auras and pressure brought by those representatives... it can be said that the power of each one was unimaginable to the parallel world wizard civilization. Felix spoke again.

It spoke the common language of the wizard civilization, with a slow speed and precise wording, explaining the concepts of "parallel world," "counterpart," and "communication" to the parallel world wizards one by one.

The opposite side was silent for a long time, and those Tier 8 wizards gathered together, discussing fiercely with spiritual power.

Jie Ming saw some shaking their heads, some frowning, and some expressions changing from vigilance to shock, and from shock to some kind of complex, indescribable thing.

They understood.

After all, they are all wizards, with the same system and common language.

When Felix threw out the concept of "parallel world," the light of reason appeared in those crazy eyes. Some began to nod, some began to whisper.

In the delegation of the Void Architecture Academy, a Tier 8 wizard walked out.

His robe was as white as snow, embroidered with silver geometric patterns, and every step he took was as precise as if measured with a ruler.

He raised his hand, and a few tiny dust particles slipped from his fingers.

Those dust particles were too small, so small they were almost invisible.

But when they drifted into the void, right in front of those twisted warships, the dust exploded.

Those tiny particles expanded frantically in the void, and every dimension was extending.

Space twisted and reorganized around them, and within a few seconds, a palace appeared out of thin air in front of the two armies.

Every pillar of it was a perfect geometric shape, and every wall reflected silver-white light.

The representative of the Void Architecture Academy stood at the entrance of the palace, bowed slightly, and made a "please" gesture.

The movement was as elegant as inviting a guest to a tea party.

The parallel world wizards looked at each other.

They communicated frantically with spiritual power, and vigilance, hesitation, and suspicion flashed across those twisted faces.

Jie Ming saw some shaking their heads, some gripping their staffs, and some subconsciously taking half a step back.

But under the pressure of the powerful force of the wizard civilization, they finally agreed.

A Tier 8 wizard covered in runes walked out of the camp first, followed by a Tier 8 wizard whose body had completely merged with some kind of biological armor.

With these two Tier 8 wizards taking the lead, the other Tier 8 wizards hesitated for a moment and followed.

More than a hundred Tier 8 wizards walked slowly toward the palace.

Their steps were cautious, their posture vigilant, like a group of beasts walking into a trap.

At the entrance, representatives of the four major forces were already lined up waiting.

The Star Ring Alliance stood on the left, the Crimson Throne on the right, and the Void Architecture Academy and the Anti-Entropy Alliance stood behind.

When the parallel world wizards approached, the representatives took the initiative to reach out.

Handshake.

This is one of the oldest etiquette of the wizard civilization, representing equality, respect, and temporary peace.

The representative of the Star Ring Alliance shook hands with a Tier 8 wizard covered in runes, the representative of the Void Architecture Academy shook hands with a wizard whose body was twisted into an irregular shape, and the representative of the Anti-Entropy Alliance shook hands with a wizard whose half body was transparent.

Then, it was the turn of the Crimson Throne.

The representative of the Crimson Throne was a female wizard who looked to be in her teens, with a tall figure, firm features, and long dark red hair tied into a neat ponytail.

She was wearing a deep red combat robe, with no extra decoration, only a badge embroidered on her chest.

She reached out, her posture calm.

Shaking hands with her was a lump of meat.

That was really an existence that could only be described as a "lump of meat."

It had no fixed form, its body was like a lump of mud that had been kneaded, and its surface was covered with countless wriggling tentacles and split eyes. When it stretched out its "hand," that hand was a fleshy protrusion that constantly changed shape.

The moment the two hands held together, the representative of the Crimson Throne raised her eyebrows.

Hundreds of millions of parasitic spores were frantically pouring into the pores of her hand.

Those spores were extremely small, extremely hidden, and carried complete parasitic gene sequences.

They would grow and spread in the host's body, and finally take everything of the host as their own.

This was the tactic that this wizard from the parallel world was best at: parasitism, devouring, and then replacing the original owner.

Facing this malicious temptation, the representative of the Crimson Throne smiled.

She shook her head, her smile carrying a hint of helplessness, just like an adult watching a child play a clumsy trick.

Those spores that had already invaded her body, the moment they touched her body fluids, were like encountering some kind of existence they couldn't understand.

Their gene sequences were reverse-analyzed, their parasitic programs were reverse-compiled, and their energy structures were completely reorganized.

Then, those spores began to spread in reverse, from her body, along the original path, rushing back into that "hand."

That lump of meat struggled frantically, trying to shake off her hand.

But that hand seemed to be welded, motionless.

A moment later, a crisp sound came, and that arm of the lump of meat broke from the connection point of the torso, turned into ashes, and drifted in the void.

The lump of meat screamed and stumbled backward, constantly spraying turbid body fluids from the broken arm.

The combat system is the same, and the technology is homologous.

The crushing of the later arrivals by the predecessors was vividly displayed in this temptation.

The surrounding parallel world wizards instantly assumed a combat posture, staffs lit up, runes flickered, and murderous intent surged like a tide.

The representative of the Crimson Throne stood in place, not even withdrawing her hand.

She just looked at that lump of meat and said calmly: "Not bad, very creative, if you are willing later, I can be your mentor." The other parallel world wizards froze.

They looked at the woman, then looked at the four hundred Tier 8 wizards behind her, then looked at the four war machines exuding terrifying auras further away...

The murderous intent in their eyes slowly receded, replaced by a sense of powerlessness deep in the bone marrow.

The parallel world wizards were silent for a long time.

Finally, the Tier 8 wizard covered in runes sighed lightly, showed an ugly smile to the wizards of the four major forces, and then turned around first and walked toward the palace entrance.

His steps were still cautious, but his posture was not as vigilant as before.

Others hesitated for a moment and followed.

One after another, more than a hundred withered and deformed Tier 8 wizards walked into the palace.

The palace door slowly closed behind them.

Jie Ming stood on the edge of the flagship and let out a long breath.

Not only him, but other wizards who were watching also breathed a sigh of relief.

Even the wizards on the parallel world side couldn't help but feel a bit relaxed after seeing this scene.

"Looks like luck is good, the start is very smooth." Wei Aola on the side said.

Jie Ming also nodded.

After all, they didn't fight.

At least not now.

(There are still some things that haven't been dealt with, just this chapter today.)