Chapter 90: Admission

The administrator looked at the apprentices' reactions with satisfaction; he knew very well that this reward was enough to stimulate all the potential and ambition of this group of elite apprentices.

To tell the truth, even a wizard like him felt a moment of heart-throb when hearing this reward.

After all, in the Plane Nuolun workshop, even a Tier 7 wizard could not manage a Plane Nuolun Academy every one of them.

"Alright!" The administrator suddenly raised his voice, interrupting everyone's fantasy, "Briefing over! All apprentices, go to the designated area according to your academy and group numbers! Prepare to enter Eloxia, wish you... a smooth expedition!"

The light of the teleportation array lit up again; this time, in the apprentices' eyes, besides tension and excitement, there was more of a desire for endless treasures.

"The efficiency of wizards' actions is unexpectedly high."

Looking at the wizard apprentices who were ready to go after receiving the order, Jie Ming couldn't help but sigh.

From this aspect, one could see that wizards were truly suitable for plane wars.

If it were according to normal logic, crossing several planes to come here, one would have to rest for a few days, understand the local situation, and then conduct the next step of the test.

But for wizards, there was simply no such habit.

Since the teleportation array had helped solve the fatigue of the long-distance journey, then as long as they arrived at the place, they could directly enter the working state, completely without the trouble of morale.

And every wizard was at least a high-quality talent who had studied intently for many years, and it could be said that none of them would be too stupid.

Before heading to the destination, everyone would also understand the local intelligence first.

As long as there was a clear goal, everyone could perform their duties.

Although because they were "too smart," wizards were not good at group combat, their powerful strength was enough to cover up this shortcoming.

Just as Jie Ming was sighing, tens of thousands of apprentices were wrapped in a special energy and instantly left the teleportation square of the Plane Nuolun workshop headquarters.

This cross-plane teleportation was completely different from any previous experience.

If the past academy teleportation was taking a stable floating boat, silkily crossing the void tunnel, then now, they were like being stuffed into a sealed ball and then suddenly thrown into a rushing torrent.

The spatial barriers around them rolled like mud, and the strong squeezing feeling made people suffocate.

In their ears was the harsh friction sound, and before their eyes was a blur of light and shadow.

Their bodies felt a violent vibration from time to time, as if being heavily hit by some behemoth, or as if forcibly tearing through countless invisible barriers.

This rude "intrusion" made many apprentices' faces pale, and some even couldn't control their vomiting.

Jie Ming kept his heart and mind, and his powerful spiritual power was like an iron wall, resisting this strong spatial disorder.

He took a deep breath, True Essence circulated in his body, suppressing those discomforts.

Suddenly, a powerful throwing force struck, and he was thrown out of the disordered space by an invisible force, like a marble thrown out.

His figure lost control and fell in the air, and in his ears was the whistling wind and exclamations coming from all directions.

In the process of falling, Jie Ming looked up at the sky, his line of sight penetrated the chaotic airflow, and his pupils shrank suddenly...

Above the torn sky, more than a dozen huge virtual shadows that covered the sky and the sun were entangled with each other.

Their figures were different; some emitted the emerald green of ancient nature, some permeated with majestic golden brilliance, and some burned with scorching flames.

Undoubtedly, judging from that huge power, those were the divine power projections of the Eloxia plane gods, and every virtual shadow emitted suffocating divine power.

And confronting them was a wizard virtual shadow that was equally huge but blurry.

That wizard was surrounded by complex runes, and every wave induced spatial tremors, tearing apart large pieces of divine power.

This was a head-on conflict between a Tier 5 wizard and a god-level existence!

"So that's how it is..." Jie Ming understood instantly.

They were not "teleported" in at all, but the Wizarding civilization forcibly tore open the barriers of the Eloxia plane and forcibly "broke" in!

This plane had not yet been completely controlled by wizards, and its plane barriers were blocked by local gods with divine power, making any normal entry and exit require the permission of the gods.

In order to send the apprentice team in, wizards could only tear open a temporary passage with powerful power.

And the guardian of the passage—the gods of Eloxia, naturally would not let them succeed easily.

So, in the short moment they crossed the spatial barriers, a terrifying confrontation had already erupted in the outer space.

Jie Ming's eyes were like torches, clearly capturing the changes in the battlefield:

Under the violent siege of more than a dozen god virtual shadows, the wizard's virtual shadow seemed to have reached its limit.

It let out a violent howl, carrying unwillingness and pain; this howl was full of the desolation of dying struggles, as if containing despair for the final victory of the gods.

Subsequently, the light of the wizard virtual shadow dimmed rapidly, turning into countless light spots, dissipating in mid-air and disappearing.

The god virtual shadows let out a roar of victory, and their huge bodies also slowly hid, seeming satisfied with the "fall" of the wizard, thinking that the passage had been blocked.

Jie Ming floated in mid-air, with faint light flowing around his body; this was him urging alchemy to support the air under his body, slowing down the speed of falling.

Under the gathering of thick air, his speed slowed down extremely rapidly, soon like a feather slowly falling to the ground, his toes touched lightly, silent.

He looked up at the direction where the wizard virtual shadow disappeared, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "The death howl of dying is too deliberate, the traces of acting are too heavy, the acting is too poor, unqualified! Go back and practice again!"

That's right, he saw through at a glance that the wizard was pretending to be dead.

The reason for this was also very simple: wizards could not expose power that was too strong.

If the Wizarding civilization showed absolute advantage enough to crush the plane gods, too high pressure would very likely lead to the local gods of this world breaking the jar, or even simply starting the irreversible plane self-destruction ceremony with the whole world.

By then, the plane resources that wizards sought, and the strategic expansion they envisioned, would all be abandoned.

Therefore, in the process of confrontation, wizards must carefully grasp the proportions.

From time to time, they also had to find some high-tier wizards with powerful strength to play the "unlucky guy" who was killed and fell, continuously providing confidence for the gods of Eloxia with a continuous stream of "sacrifices."

Let them feel that although the Wizarding civilization is powerful, it is not invincible, so as to continue to "stalemate," rather than "burn together."

This is a silent psychological war, and it is also to ensure the integrity of the plane. ===== CHAPTER 91 =====