Chapter 407

As soon as the words fell, all the electronic equipment in the command room began to emit unstable buzzing sounds.

Even the living tissues that made up the main body of the ship were trembling instinctively.

Cassandra's body began to undergo terrifying changes.

Her long black hair floated as if it had a life of its own, and the ends of each strand flashed with purple electric light, weaving a complex energy network in the air.

Her skin became transparent, and one could see hot energy blood like magma flowing inside, and every heartbeat would produce visible light pulses.

Her originally beautiful purple eyes had now become two micro-black holes constantly rotating, containing terrifying gravity sufficient to tear reality.

Just looking at these eyes would make the observer feel that their soul was being slowly dragged, as if it were about to be sucked into a bottomless abyss.

This was the phantom manifestation of Cassandra—"Gluttonous Vortex."

The essence of a phantom was the highest condensation of a wizard's own philosophy and power, and Cassandra's philosophy was an endless desire for conquest and a devouring impulse.

Her phantom could "devour" all forms of existence, including matter, energy, souls, and even abstract concepts and rules.

Under the influence of the phantom's power, everyone else in the command room felt a strong sense of oppression.

That was a threat from the level of existence.

As if as long as Cassandra was willing, she could "digest" their very existence at any time.

"Everyone wait here for my good news."

Her voice now carried multiple echoes, just like countless people speaking at the same time.

Each syllable vibrated the basic structure of reality, causing the surrounding space to distort subtly:

"I'm going to meet that so-called 'God'."

After speaking, her figure disappeared instantly, leaving only a purple energy crack slowly healing in the air.

……

Vital supreme commander Azalos stood on a warship closest to the "God."

This legendary figure of the Vital civilization had lived for over three thousand years.

His tentacles had established permanent connections with dozens of starry sky behemoths, and his entire body radiated profound cosmic power.

"Great Lord of the Star Sector..."

Azalos conveyed his request to their God with the most pious psionic intention:

"These invaders have trampled on your domain and polluted the star sea where your people reside. Please send down divine punishment and drive them out completely!"

The "God" slowly turned its huge head, and those star-like eyes scanned the distant wizard fleet.

In its perception, those warships were like a group of annoying parasites, gnawing on its flesh and blood.

"Invaders..."

The God's intention echoed in the entire star sector like thunder, and even planets light-years away could hear this sound:

"Get out of my domain, or suffer eternal wrath."

But the wizards clearly had no intention of retreating.

Facing the threat, more phantoms began to appear on the battlefield.

Great Wizards specializing in elemental spells joined forces to create a huge elemental storm in the void.

Fire, frost, star-shattering, storm, the four basic elements blended crazily under their control, forming a terrifying energy vortex.

Necromancy Great Wizards summoned more wraith legions from the abyss.

Hundreds of millions of dead souls surged out like dark clouds.

They were once members of various races conquered by the wizard civilization, now bound as restless war weapons.

But these attacks seemed so insignificant in front of God.

He just flicked his tentacles lightly and completely dispersed the huge elemental storm.

Under the influence of his vitality field, those wraith legions actually began to regain flesh and blood bodies, breaking free from the wizards' control.

"Stupid invaders." His anger began to escalate:

"You don't understand what you are facing. I am the elder of the star sea, the witness of the universe. In front of me, your power is nothing but the light of fireflies."

After speaking, God began to display his true power.

He opened his huge mouth, which was the collision of matter and antimatter, the entanglement of time and space.

Once this power appeared, the reality structure of the entire battlefield began to disintegrate.

The shields of the wizard warships shattered like paper, and even the phantoms of the Great Wizards seemed shaky in front of this primitive power.

At the critical moment, a crack was torn in the void.

Cassandra's figure leaped out of the crack and appeared directly near the opponent's huge head.

Compared to its huge body size, she seemed as insignificant as dust.

But when she activated the full form of the phantom, the comparison of power reversed slightly.

"Gluttonous Abyss" began to display its true terrifying essence.

Cassandra's body continued to expand, becoming increasingly transparent at the same time.

At its center was absolute darkness, where even the concept itself would be devoured.

The edges flickered with energy flows of various colors, each representing a different existence devoured and digested.

……

After a very long time, Cassandra, whose face was extremely pale, returned to the private cabin of the flagship "Monarch."

After borrowing a heritage item bestowed upon her by her ancestor "King of Absurdity" and consuming a large amount of origin power, she barely managed to drive away that ancient deity.

The witch turned off all communication equipment and set up the highest-level isolation barrier around the room.

Only in this absolutely private environment did she dare to reveal her true inner emotions.

Exhaustion, unprecedented exhaustion.

Not just the loss of energy, but the heavy burden on the spirit.

This war had lasted for thirteen full years, consuming too much of her mental effort and resources.

What was even more frustrating was that victory was still far away.

She slowly walked to a special safe in the center of the room and unlocked layers of seals with her blood and soul imprint.

After the cabinet opened, there was only one thing inside.

It was a mysterious card flashing with the dazzling colors of the stars.

The existence of this card was one of the main reasons she insisted on conducting this conquest.

The material of the card looked like solidified starlight itself, the touch was as warm as jade, but it carried a mysterious texture that transcended matter.

On its front was carved an exceptionally eye-catching sword and crown pattern.

Light bands like the Milky Way flowed on the sword blade, each ray containing an unspeakable sharp will;

The crown was inlaid with seven gemstones of different colors, each representing the origin of a basic power.

Time, space, matter, energy, life, death, and the "existence" itself that transcended everything.

Cassandra stroked the surface of the card.

Just touching it made her feel infinite possibilities, as if the entire universe was opening its arms to her.

Below the sword and crown, there was a slender progress bar.

The design of this progress bar was extremely precise, composed of countless tiny runes.

Each rune represented a specific conquest achievement, and only when the corresponding conditions were met would the rune be lit up.

But now, not even half of this progress bar was lit up.

About one-third of the runes were flashing with faint light, showing the current completion degree.

And after the battle with God just now, a few more runes lit up.

"Damn it... still not enough..."

She cursed in a low voice, a look of extreme irritability in her eyes.

When she chose the Vital Republic as the conquest target, she thought that with the powerful strength of the Wizard Expeditionary Force, she could complete the conquest within ten years at most.

But now it seemed that this judgment was too optimistic.

The card needed not just simple military victory, but deep-level civilization conquest.

It was necessary to completely destroy their psionic network, enslave their collective consciousness, and even completely rewrite their way of existence.

Only in this way could the harsh requirements of the card be met.

And once all conditions were met, this "Star"-level "Conquest" card would be completely activated...

A fanatical look appeared in Cassandra's eyes.

She had already experienced the power of "Silver" and "Gold" level cards.

After those cards were activated, they allowed her to take a big step forward on the wizard path.

And the strength of the power contained in this "Star"-level conquest card was something she found hard to imagine.

Perhaps it could allow her to master some kind of authority in advance, allowing her to contend with the Wizard King as a Great Wizard, just like Erica, the Clock King in history...

But the problem was, at the current war progress, it would take at least several more years to complete the conquest.

And those "allies" under her command clearly did not have such patience.

The Great Wizards of the Elemental Garden had already begun to complain that the losses were too heavy;

Melvis and others from the Tower of Resonance had also begun to promote defeatism;

Even some conquest-faction wizards who had always supported her had begun to doubt the prospects of this war.

What was worse was that the sudden appearance of "God" just now also caused huge losses to the fleet.

All members of the expeditionary force began to collectively think about a question:

Conquering such a powerful and resilient civilization would inevitably pay an extremely terrible price.

And was all this really worth it?

Cassandra gazed at the conquest card in her hand, her expression becoming increasingly deep.

The quagmire of war, the dissatisfaction of allies, the consumption of resources...

Every problem was like a sharp blade hanging over her head.

"And Princess Princess Yi Fu's matter..."

She remembered her previous communication with her daughter, the bold assumption about treating magic-phage by using the feedback of favor when Luo En broke through.

At that time, she promised to consider it seriously, but now it seemed...

Cassandra walked to the depths of the cabin, where there was an altar made of the flesh and blood of members of the Wang Guan Clan.

The surface of the altar wriggled with a dense network of blood vessels, and every pulsation would release faint space-time fluctuations.

This was the only way for her to communicate directly with the "King of Absurdity"—her bloodline ancestor.

She pressed her palm to the center of the altar, and her spiritual power began to extend upward along the bloodline connection, trying to reach that great existence that transcended time and space.

"Ancestor... I need your guidance..."

Cassandra's call was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response in the void.

She frowned and increased the output of her spiritual power.

The blood vessel network began to beat violently, making a heartbeat-like sound.

But there was still no response.

"Ancestor! Regarding Princess Princess Yi Fu's treatment plan, I need your opinion!"