Chapter 335 Tips

Having obtained precise intelligence from the soul of that purple symbiote, the subsequent actions became much simpler.

The information gleaned from this creature's soul allowed Blake to quickly grasp the basic situation of this plane.

The dominant species in this world are two symbiotic beings: enormous, diverse behemoths that provide virtually unlimited energy and physical support.

The other type was the purple symbiote that he eliminated. They were like the "external brain" of the behemoth, providing "intelligence" and mainly responsible for creating and controlling the ubiquitous terrifying illusions and thought guidance.

Both are indispensable and together constitute the unique ecology and defense system of this plane.

The giant beasts are clearly categorized by their age and size, with varying levels of power.

Blake and his companions were indeed extremely unlucky. When they crossed the spatial rift, they happened to stumble into the regular hunting range of the strongest behemoth in the area, and were immediately trapped.

From the fragments of the symbiote's memory, Blake not only learned about the current behemoth's weaknesses, but also figured out the approximate activity areas of all behemoths of level seven and above in the entire plane.

And the most crucial information—the precise coordinates of the most powerful level eight behemoth in this plane and its symbiote!

As the purple symbiote within the core cavity died, the "processor" maintaining the behemoth's illusionary force field instantly crashed.

In an instant, the wizards inside the giant beast, who had been immersed in a beautiful illusion, were jolted awake as if doused with a bucket of ice water, staring in astonishment at the terrifying environment they found themselves in and the fleshy tentacles that were enveloping them.

After a brief period of chaos, their survival instincts and exceptional combat skills allowed them to quickly regroup.

They quickly made contact with the wizards who were still struggling to rescue the giant beast.

With the help of both inside and outside forces, this giant beast, which had lost its "wisdom" and become somewhat sluggish, was quickly torn apart and destroyed from the inside by the enraged wizards!

After escaping, Blake immediately exchanged information with other wizards, piecing together the complete predicament of this interdimensional war:

These behemoths are so large that they are not difficult to find.

The challenge lies in the powerful illusionary force field they exude.

Without a high-ranking wizard personally leading and protecting them, ordinary wizard legions and alchemical cannon fodder units will instantly lose their combat effectiveness upon entering its influence range, either killing each other or being severely injured by the illusion.

Even more troublesome is that once the behemoth senses a deadly threat, it will choose to self-destruct, and its symbiote will burn everything at the last moment.

They unleash illusions that can manifest as "real" attacks, creating a terrifying army of monsters in the eyes of wizards that launches attacks and causes massive casualties.

There have been attempts by wizards to break through from the inside before, but the illusions inside the behemoth are much stronger.

Furthermore, the core symbiote is extremely well hidden, protected by layers of illusions and misleading thoughts, making it impossible to pinpoint its location.

This led to a stalemate in the war.

High-level wizards can protect themselves, but cannot protect the entire army; mid- to low-level wizards would be easy prey if they went in; without a symbiote, they cannot effectively kill the behemoth and may even force it to self-destruct.

What makes people most hesitant to act is that this plane also hides an eighth-level behemoth!

Once it realizes that the intruder has the ability to destroy the entire plane's ecosystem, it is very likely to drag the entire plane down with it!

Having learned all this, Blake no longer hesitated and immediately used the magic network terminal to send all the key information he had obtained, including the precise coordinates of the level eight behemoth, directly to the level eight wizard commander stationed in the rear.

The moment the intelligence was delivered, in the command center far away in the void, the level eight wizard who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened them, his eyes flashing with a sharp light!

"Good! Well done!"

Without a moment's delay, a terrifying will spanning nearly half a plane locked onto that coordinate.

The next moment, an indescribable power descended, forcibly distorting and solidifying the laws.

The level-eight behemoth hidden in the deepest part of the plane, along with its cunning symbiote, didn't even have time to entertain the thought of self-destruction before it was instantly turned into a mindless specimen due to the absolute power difference.

Without the suppression from the top and a unified sense of threat, the remaining behemoth races became a disorganized mess.

The tide of war turned in an instant.

Led by several high-ranking wizards, the wizard legion advanced with unstoppable momentum.

Following the intelligence provided by Blake, they prioritized targeting the core symbiotes of the level 7 behemoths before cleaning up the behemoth bodies that had lost their "brains".

As they fought their way through, the wizards' combat efficiency increased by more than a hundredfold!

It was originally expected to take hundreds of years, and perhaps even at a heavy cost, to crack this tough nut.

With an advantage in intelligence, it took less than ten years to completely wipe them out and suppress them!

Things went so smoothly that even Blake himself felt a little unreal.

As he stood below the victory celebration stage, receiving a staggeringly generous reward of military merit and resources personally bestowed by the level eight wizard commander, a bizarre thought even surfaced deep within him once again:

'Could all of this... have been an elaborate illusion from beginning to end? Have I been trapped in this illusion ever since I entered this plane?'

The level eight wizard seemed to see through the doubt deep in his eyes, and said with a playful smile during a private meeting, "Little guy, still doubting the truth? I'll teach you a rather dangerous, but very effective little trick."

Seeing Blake's puzzled expression, he lowered his voice: "The manipulator of the illusion will also have access to the information leaked by the victim."

"Based on this principle, you can try... whispering fragments of the true names of several level nine masters or one of their lesser-known characteristics."

"If you're not dead, it means either you're not in the illusion, or the illusion's creator is of a level high enough to resist a level nine wizard—but that possibility is extremely slim. If you are dead... then don't be sad. It means you were already trapped in the illusion, and in the real world, some level nine master has probably already personally taken action and wiped out this plane that dared to pry into the secrets of witchcraft civilization, along with the mastermind behind it."

Blake felt a chill run down his spine.

This method is not just dangerous, it's downright insane!

But... it sounds damnably consistent with the wizards' pursuit of "absolute verification".

After much deliberation, the desire for certainty ultimately outweighed the fear of risk.

In an absolutely safe and silent chamber, Black recited in a barely audible voice a fragment of a law code widely circulated by a ninth-level wizard of the Star Orbit Arbitration Court.

...Nothing happened.

There was no divine judgment, no soul-tearing; he could even clearly feel the normal flow of elemental energy around him.

It's not a dream! It's all real!

A tremendous sense of relaxation swept over him, and he let out a long sigh of relief, as if a tremendous burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Immediately, Blake's gaze became incredibly intense.

He suddenly raised his left hand, staring intently at the wristband on his wrist, which now looked ordinary, with only a thin layer of golden liquid remaining inside.

This is it!

This "Mind Barrier Bracers," crafted by the second-level wizard Jemin, costs 500,000 military merits.

Not only did it save his life, it also indirectly shaped the course of a dimensional war!

Having personally experienced the powerful effects of this wristband, Blake knew very well that its value could not be measured by military merit!

He glanced subconsciously at the huge military reward he had received for providing crucial intelligence and for his outstanding performance; the number was so long it made him feel a little dizzy.

The moment of stunned silence lasted only a second.

The next moment, Blake jolted as if awakened, leaped up from his spot, and rushed toward the dimensional teleportation array at top speed, without even having time to say goodbye to the wizards he knew.

He had only one thought in his mind, incredibly clear and incredibly urgent:

"Go find Jemin! We must! Immediately! Buy more liquid adamantium from him right now! As much as you can get!"

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