Chapter 276 Reason
Dionysius Spencer closed the light screen showing Jermyn, leaned lazily on a chair made of pure energy, and played with a transparent force field ball in his hand.
Inside the sphere, a miniature figure was roaring silently. It was the Blade God whom he had captured alive.
But at this moment, this holy god who was once high and mighty was like a fly trapped in amber, struggling in vain.
Dionysius Spencer's gaze penetrated the force field and directly read the deepest memory fragments of the Blade God's soul.
Those ancient secrets that were buried by time and even the Blade God himself might have been vague about were revealed before him one by one.
After spending so many years, Dionysius Spencer finally found what he wanted.
The scene was reconstructed in his mind: Countless years ago, the Lord of the World in the Space Plane fought with the Lord of the World in the Sacred Continent who came across the gate of space.
The battle between the two level seven beings was so fierce that the sky was dark and the plane was shaken.
Just when the Lord of the Sky Plane was about to be defeated and fall, the four "subordinate gods" who followed the Lord of the Holy Continent actually launched a despicable surprise attack on their master!
They wanted to be the ones who benefited, but they seriously underestimated the terror of the Lord of the World.
Even though they were already at the end of their strength, the Lord of the Holy Continent's casual counterattack still left the four of them severely injured and on the verge of death.
However, this sudden betrayal gave the Lord of the Air Plane a chance.
He seized this fleeting opportunity and detonated his own and his opponent's origin cores... In the end, the two level seven beings perished together.
But is it so easy to completely annihilate a being at the level of the Lord of the World?
At the final moment, the Lord of the Holy Continent completely decomposed everything that was left of himself - will, flesh, blood, soul, and laws - and transformed it into this white mist that permeated the entire plane.
This is an extremely clever way to save his life. Theoretically, as long as the "fog" representing his origin can return to the sacred continent where he was born and absorb the power of the world's origin, he can slowly reshape his divine body and be resurrected again.
The four seriously injured "gods" sensed the vitality and return trend contained in the white mist and were terrified.
They knew very well that once this Lord was resurrected, what awaited them would be a reckoning more terrifying than death.
So they fled back to the Holy Continent in a hurry and forcibly closed the Gate of the World, interrupting Bai Wu's return.
As a result, the resurrection process of the Lord of the Holy Continent was forcibly interrupted and stuck halfway.
However, blessings and disasters are intertwined, and this change also brought about an unexpected result - this existence that turned into white mist, over the long years, unconsciously continued to integrate the origin that escaped after the death of the Lord of the Airspace Plane, as well as the free energy of the entire Airspace Plane!
It is becoming larger and more condensed, and its essence is even slowly evolving towards a higher level - level eight!
However, because it is a chaotic aggregate that is a mixture of the origins of two level seven beings and has lost its dominant consciousness, the essence of its soul cannot be unified, resulting in it being unable to truly cross that chasm and achieve a complete level eight.
It can be said that this seemingly harmless white mist covering the two planes is essentially an extremely special chaotic creature that can be called a "half-step eighth level"!
When Dionysius Spencer accidentally discovered the airspace plane and noticed the abnormality of the white mist, he immediately realized its incomparable value.
For him, a seventh-level wizard, the research significance of a creature that is trying to advance to the eighth level and whose process is completely "frozen" halfway is even greater than that of a complete eighth-level existence.
This means that he can clearly observe and analyze the complete transition process from level seven to level eight, just like dissecting a specimen.
The evolution of laws, the condensation of energy, the sublimation of will... every bit of information is invaluable.
So he planned and led the expedition.
Opening the space gate and conquering the sacred continent are not for those resources.
The real purpose is to create an environment.
Allow this white mist representing the origin of the "half-step eighth level" creature to spread unhindered throughout the entire sacred continent.
Simulating the "return" path it was originally set on, thereby stimulating its evolutionary process, allowing him to observe and study this miracle in its entirety.
"How pathetic and ridiculous." Dionysius Spencer withdrew his gaze from his memories and cast a mocking glance at the Blade God, who was still struggling in vain within the force field. "He betrayed for power, then sealed himself off out of fear. Hundreds of thousands of years later, even his old wounds haven't healed. He's truly... a waste."
He casually tossed the sealing ball aside, letting it float in the starlight.
At this stage, everything is going smoothly.
The white fog is spreading as planned, and research data is flowing in continuously.
As for the gods captured by the other three fourth-level wizards, it would take a long time for them to dig out the ancient secrets of the same level from those broken souls with their own means, so it is not a concern.
The little episode on Benjamin's side has also been resolved. The white mist collected by the little guy can be regarded as a "reward" for borrowing his destiny trajectory, and the ripples of fate have subsided.
Now, the only remaining doubt that bothered him slightly was...
"Those four 'other worlds' conquered by the holy servants..." Dionysius Spencer's gaze looked into the distance, as if penetrating layers of space and landing on the "Gate of the World" that could not be located for the time being.
He checked carefully and found that the World Gate of the Holy Continent itself did not have the function of actively connecting to other planes.
The Blade God's memories also confirmed that when their world master created this gate, he did not give it this ability.
"So, it's not the door that connects them, but they... actively connect to the door." A cold light flashed in Dionysius Spencer's eyes.
Four planes, at the same time period, act in unison and actively connect to a closed plane where resources are not extremely abundant?
Moreover, judging from the memory of the God of Blades, the resources in those four worlds were so scarce that these four "gods" had not been able to recover their peak strength for so many years.
This mode is less like plundering and more like... establishing an outpost?
In other words, a transit station!
"Collective action, clear goals, and organized behavior..." Dionysius Spencer tapped the armrests of the energy chair with his fingertips, creating a silent rhythm. "It seems some clueless little bugs have smelled something and are trying to do something under the noses of wizard civilization..."
A sinister and cold smile appeared on his face.
He never mind assuming the worst of possible threats hidden deeper down.
"In that case, it's necessary to report this 'accidental discovery' to 'the higher-ups.'"
As he made up his mind, an invisible, extremely encrypted message, along with his thoughts, crossed the endless void and was transmitted to the power center of the Star Ring Federation.
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The conquest of the Holy Continent and the Sky Plane has entered its final stages.
The large-scale wars were over, and what remained was mostly the trivial work of inventorying resources, settling slaves, and establishing a long-term ruling order.
For Jieming, the gains from this trip have far exceeded his expectations, and there is little point in staying any longer.
Although a lot of value can still be mined from these two planes, for Benjamin, who owns the cash cow of the "Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Protocol", those scattered resources and benefits are no longer attractive to him.
The stable income of more than 100 million military merits every year gave him the freedom to choose, and he no longer had to worry about some "scraps".
The management at the end of the Plane War was relatively relaxed, and people came and went more freely.
Benjamin's quiet departure did not cause any ripples in the still bustling expeditionary camp.
Like a drop of water falling into the sea, he silently passed through the inter-dimensional transmission network and returned to the Golden Garden on the Elosia plane.
After more than eighty years, his laboratory is still operating well.
The maintenance puppet faithfully carried out all the instructions set before he left, maintaining the magic circle, taking care of the garden, and various research projects were also frozen and waiting to be started.
After a quick check and confirmation that everything was fine, Benjamin didn't linger for long. He went straight through the private portal set up in the tower and stepped into a world that belonged entirely to him - the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
The familiar hot wind with a pungent smell of sulfur blew in my face.
More than eighty years is just a blink of an eye in a plane.
Looking around, the red earth, the rolling lava rivers, the twisted sulfur crystal jungle... the scene was almost the same as when he left.
Even in the incubation pool he specially arranged, the chaos crystals that served as the core of the black giant only began to emit faint light from their dormant state.
Jieming carefully examined it and sighed helplessly, "It's only the initial energy infusion... It's still a long way from hatching."
However, Jemin was also very clear that with limited energy supply, the cultivation of war weapons like the Black Giant was destined to be a long process.
After taking a quick inventory of his backlog of tasks, Benjamin couldn't help but feel a sense of "happy trouble".
There was simply too much he needed to personally do: install the planned seventh-level large elemental pool on the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, conduct in-depth research on the numerous rare biological specimens and unique materials brought back from the two conquered planes, analyze the true nature of the mysterious and powerful "white mist," optimize the design of the Black Giant based on new insights, improve his own combat system, and design and mass-produce a new type of reconnaissance cannon fodder unit...
I originally thought that the regular rest period of two hundred years was quite long, but when compared with the list he made, it suddenly seemed stretched and even a little "short".
Benjamin couldn't help but smile, realizing that his concept of time had indeed been unconsciously reshaped by his long career as a wizard.
Two hundred years, an unattainable long time in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his view now, it needs to be used prudently.
(End of this chapter)
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