Chapter 597: Despair and Excitement

In the dueling arena, Jie Ming was watching a battle between Level 6 wizards.

Suddenly, the magic network terminals of all the wizards present vibrated, and an urgent message popped up, containing only a few words: "The spatial defense line has been breached; unknown enemies are approaching."

Seeing this message, Jie Ming's pupils contracted sharply.

He looked up at the sky.

In the extreme distance, countless tiny points of light were emerging.

Those points of light were expanding rapidly, appearing to be surging toward this side.

Moreover, the quantity was extremely exaggerated, filling the entire field of vision in almost the blink of an eye.

The wizards in the spectator stands noticed it too.

Some stood up, some gripped their staves, and others subconsciously took a step back.

The wizards who were dueling stopped simultaneously, looking up at the points of light drawing ever closer.

The entire dueling arena fell into a deathly silence for a moment.

Felix's figure appeared, his voice still calm, as if stating a trivial matter: "Large-scale invasion detected. All units, enter combat readiness."

At the very moment the words fell, the void was torn apart.

Outside the core plane of the parallel world's wizard civilization, the endless chaotic void seemed to be violently ripped open from the inside by some brute force, forming a massive gap. At the edges of the rift, spatial fragments splashed in all directions like shattered ice, each fragment carrying enough energy to annihilate a small plane. The rift expanded rapidly, swallowing all light that could be swallowed like an abyss.

Then, they surged out.

The first to appear was a Starry Sky Behemoth.

Its size was too large to measure; just the portion protruding from the rift obscured the starlight of several planes.

Its body was composed of some translucent substance, with countless glowing veins flowing inside, like a vascular network that had been set ablaze. The behemoth's head had no eyes, only a giant mouth split horizontally, lined with tens of millions of slowly rotating teeth. Every time it breathed, the surrounding void trembled.

Behind it, more Starry Sky Behemoths were squeezing out of the rift.

The slightly smaller ones were hundreds of kilometers long, while the massive ones were larger than some small planes.

They came in various forms: some looked like spheres formed by countless tangled tentacles, each tentacle tip bearing a closed eye; some looked like corroded meteorites, their surfaces covered in constantly opening and closing fissures, each fissure oozing a black liquid; others had no discernible form at all, just an energy aggregate constantly expanding and contracting, every pulsation releasing radiation capable of distorting space.

Most importantly, almost all the Starry Sky Behemoths had reached Tier 8 in energy level.

And behind these Starry Sky Behemoths was a tidal wave of biological life.

That was hundreds of billions of Tier 6 and Tier 7 creatures, crowding together, stacking on top of each other, trampling one another, blocking the exit of the rift completely.

Their sizes ranged from a few meters to several kilometers, and their forms were bizarre.

As soon as they left the rift and entered the territory of the wizard civilization, these creatures roared in the void, churning that already shattered space into a paste. Tens of millions of Tier 8 beings, hundreds of billions of Tier 7 and Tier 6.

As for the other mid-to-low-tier creatures, their numbers were so great that statistics had lost all meaning, enough to make any rational creature abandon thought and be left only with instinctive fear.

The wizards of the parallel world saw this scene and were first in deathly silence, then in collapse.

Those wizards who had just signed their contracts and were happily holding their new robes saw the Starry Sky Behemoths, and the smiles on their faces froze as if they had been iced over.

Robes slipped from their hands, food fell from their mouths.

Some slumped to the ground, some held their heads and screamed, and others had their mental seas collapse directly in fear, falling to the ground with blood leaking from their seven orifices. "It's over..." a Tier 7 wizard knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse, "The coordinates were exposed... They've come... They've all come... Why were the coordinates discovered by them?!!!"

He was a veteran who had experienced three world-ending wars, knowing better than anyone the terror of the Myriad Worlds Alliance.

Last time, the Myriad Worlds Alliance had only dispatched less than one-tenth of its power, and it had nearly shattered their civilization.

And this time, the power dispatched by the opponent was even stronger.

Another Tier 8 wizard hovered in mid-air, watching those behemoths surging from the rift, his whole body trembling.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only let out a sigh of despair.

Those parallel world wizards who had just been incorporated were now completely broken.

Some tried to run, some knelt to beg for mercy, and others frantically tore at their own hair, muttering "Doomsday," "It's over," and "We're all going to die."

Others showed expressions of madness, already beginning to brew dangerous information, preparing to blow themselves up with the enemy!

For a time, the entire dueling arena was in total chaos.

Then, they heard laughter.

Not the kind of laughter born of despair and collapse, but excited, heartfelt, and even somewhat greedy laughter.

A Tier 8 wizard of the Star Ring Alliance stood at the edge of the Quantum Entanglement Flagship, watching the Starry Sky Behemoths surging from the rift, his eyes shining. His originally gentle expression had completely collapsed, his mouth stretched to his ears, his expression changing from a calm scholar to a hunter seeing prey.

"This place... actually has prey delivering itself to our door?" His voice carried irrepressible ecstasy, "I didn't expect that just by releasing a few small bugs, we could attract such a big harvest!"

Beside him, a Tier 8 wizard of the Crimson Throne pushed him aside and crowded to the front, his eyes even brighter than his: "We saw it first! The Crimson Throne goes first!"

"Bullshit!" The Star Ring Alliance wizard grabbed his collar, "This is the outer perimeter of our Star Ring Alliance's defense line; if anyone goes, we should go first!"

"Your Star Ring Alliance took the lion's share in the last war; this time it should be our turn!"

"We took that by our own ability!"

The two Tier 8 wizards began to argue like wild dogs fighting over food, pushing and shoving, spittle flying everywhere; where was there any trace of the demeanor of high-tier wizards? The wizards of the Void Architecture Institute and the Anti-Entropy Alliance were not to be outdone, joining the fray one after another.

The people from the Void Architecture Institute said their Folded Geometry Palaces were best suited for dealing with such large-volume targets, while the people from the Anti-Entropy Alliance said their Nano-Torrents could just drown those cannon fodder.

The high-ranking members of the four major factions argued in a group, faces red and necks thick, none willing to give an inch.

The wizards of the parallel world watched this scene, completely dumbfounded.

They thought they would see despair, see fear, see the same collapse they were experiencing.

As it turned out, these people... were fighting to get on the field?

A Tier 6 wizard who had just been incorporated stared blankly at the arguing Tier 8 wizards, muttering: "Are they... not afraid?" The wizard of the same position beside him looked at him with the eyes of an idiot, sighed helplessly, seemingly lamenting that this counterpart of his didn't seem to have a very good brain.

But in the end, this wizard pointed to the shining eyes of those Tier 8 wizards and answered this obvious question: "Look at them; do they look afraid to you?"

The Tier 6 wizard fell silent.

He watched for a long time, finally confirming a fact.

It wasn't a matter of these people not being afraid; it was that they didn't take the Myriad Worlds Alliance seriously at all.

In their eyes, that ten-million-strong Tier 8 army is not a threat, but a resource; not an enemy, but prey.

A calm voice spread throughout the entire space.

Felix and the projections of the other three major artificial intelligences appeared in the void, their expressions as calm as ever, as if stating a trivial matter: "Attention all units. Large-scale invasion confirmed. Please enter combat readiness according to the predetermined plan."

The wizards of the four major factions immediately stopped arguing.

Their expressions changed from greedy back to calm, from the fanaticism of hunters back to the murderous intent of soldiers.

This transformation was so fast it was like flipping a switch, leaving the parallel world wizards stunned.

The Quantum Entanglement Flagship began to rotate and accelerate, the rune nodes on the ring lighting up simultaneously, illuminating the entire void like broad daylight.

The Perfect Ecological Flesh Mother Nest spewed out an overwhelming red mist, and within the mist, countless flesh-and-blood creatures were hatching.

The Folded Geometry Palaces began to extend outward, generating new defense nodes and attack platforms every second.

The Torrent Star Ring transformed into a silver-white band of light, circling the outer perimeter of the entire space, temporarily blocking the surging biological tide. At the same time, countless cannon fodder units surged out from the positions of the four major factions.

There were artificial puppets, elemental creatures, modified beasts, and various combat weapons Jie Ming had never seen before.

Their numbers were overwhelming, not at all inferior to the enemies about to surge in.

Even more terrifying was that the level of these cannon fodder units was quite high, as the vast majority of those staying here were high-tier wizards.

Jie Ming stood at the edge of the flagship, watching those cannon fodder units surge toward the rift like a tide, entangling the Myriad Worlds Alliance creatures that had just squeezed out. The cannon fodder were being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, with hundreds of thousands being torn apart and evaporated every second.

But more cannon fodder surged up from the rear, filling the gaps, pinning the Myriad Worlds Alliance vanguards firmly at the rift exit.

Jie Ming took a deep breath, suppressing the surging combat emotions in his heart, knowing that it was not yet time for wizards like him to take action.

Footsteps came from behind.

Clark had walked to his side at some point, expressionlessly watching the behemoths surging out in the distance.

"Mentor." Jie Ming nodded.

Clark did not respond.

He just quietly watched the torn void, watching the behemoths struggling in the tide of cannon fodder.

After a long time, he spoke, his voice as calm as if evaluating the weather today: "The quantity is not..."

As he spoke, the corners of Clark's mouth curled into an imperceptible arc: "... just right for me to practice."

Jie Ming looked at the rare expression on his mentor's indifferent face and suddenly felt that these invaders were a bit pitiful. ===== CHAPTER 598 =====