Chapter 314 The Second Stage and the Aura of the Mortal World
Fortunately, the team member didn't have time to pay attention to these things, and just said in a broken voice:
"Don't... go out... Those who ran out discovered that the situation in the city outside... is even worse than in the military camp! That strange disease has already spread! The whole city... is almost a ghost town!"
As if to confirm the team member's words, a terrifying, inhuman scream, a mixture of metallic friction and tearing flesh, came from a building not far away, and then stopped abruptly.
"Sir...I'm so tired..."
Endi was struck dumb, standing there stunned.
He suddenly remembered his inexplicable fatigue... A terrible thought gnawed at his reason like a venomous snake.
He could no longer hear what the two people next to him were saying. Endy pushed his adjutant aside, staggered back to the barracks, and ran toward the warship's dock.
He was lucky; he encountered almost no obstacles along the way, as if his crazed kin ignored him.
Finally, Endi rushed to his warship and used his last bit of strength to activate the emergency symbiosis protocol.
The cold mechanical interface pierced his body, and the familiar sense of connection came through, but this time, it did not bring a surge of power, but rather a strange feeling of... loss of control.
He looked down and saw his semi-fluid body metallizing at an unprecedented speed.
Furthermore, this metallicization carries a chaotic and distorted quality, creating a violent conflict with his originally meticulously tuned mechanical arm, as if two different wills are vying for control of his body.
"Damn it... wizard!!!"
With his last ounce of consciousness, Endi let out a furious curse filled with endless regret and resentment.
The next moment, his mind sank completely into darkness.
His body merged with the warship, transforming into a static sculpture of metal and flesh.
And Endi, along with this military camp and this city, were merely the starting point for the spread of the "symbiotic disaster."
The simplification of the bacteria made them slower to take effect, which, by a twist of fate, turned into an even greater disaster.
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Thousands of kilometers behind the Giant Spirit Realm defense line, a city called "Silver Glow City" still maintains its superficial prosperity.
Although it is only a small city, its size is comparable to that of a medium-sized country due to the vastness of the Giant Spirit Realm.
This area is home to many military officers' families and the descendants of elites, making it more extravagant than many large cities.
The towering metal skyscrapers are adorned with luxurious neon lights, and lavish private shuttles crisscross the sky, as if the devastating defeats on the battlefield and the spreading terrifying plague have nothing to do with this place.
Inside a soundproof room of a luxury residence, a relatively small young indigenous person is nervously checking that all doors and windows are sealed.
It furtively took out two exquisite containers, which contained viscous liquids of different colors that glowed slightly.
Then, under his excited gaze, he carefully and slowly poured the two liquids into one cup.
Slime-like creatures reproduce by fusing with a part of their partner's body to create the next generation. In the culture of the Giant Spirit Realm, mixing two liquids is considered a rather vulgar act.
While he was engrossed in it...
Bang!!
The heavy alloy door was violently slammed open by a tremendous force!
The young indigenous man trembled with fear, nearly spilling the liquid.
It was about to stammer an explanation when it saw that the faces of its parents, who had burst in, were not angry, but filled with unprecedented terror!
"Run!!!" The parents' desperate screams were filled with urgency.
The next second, blinding light engulfed its vision.
A deafening explosion came from overhead, the whole room shook violently, and the ornate dome shattered inch by inch!
The shadow of war has descended upon the sky.
One after another, wizard cannon fodder units, like floating mountains, broke through the remote surveillance network at some unknown time.
They appeared abruptly in the sky above the city, casting shadows that instantly shrouded the former prosperity.
Immediately afterwards, countless beams of magical light, each of different colors and imbued with an aura of destruction, descended from the sky!
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Towering metal buildings twisted and collapsed in the beam of light, luxurious airships turned into fireballs in the airburst, and meticulously maintained sky gardens were instantly reduced to scorched earth.
Under this sudden saturation attack, the hastily organized air defense firepower was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Any aircraft attempting to take off and escape was precisely targeted and shot down by the wizards, turning into fireworks in the night sky.
Jemin hovered in mid-air, coldly looking down at the city that was being rapidly "formatted".
After completing the first round of attacks, he and the other wizards commanded their cannon fodder units to land.
His black giants were like a demolition crew; their massive bodies carried unparalleled strength, flattening and crushing entire blocks of buildings, ensuring there were no blind spots.
The "symbiotic disaster" microbial community developed by Jemin has far exceeded expectations in its effectiveness.
In less than a month, the once-solid defenses of the Giant Spirit Realm collapsed from within.
The plague destroyed the foundation of the army—the hundreds of millions of low-level units.
While powerful individuals at level five and above can certainly forcefully expel or suppress the bacteria using their own powerful energy and mental strength, their numbers are far too few compared to the entire civilization.
Without the support of a large army, these high-end combat forces alone are powerless to resist the wizards' highly targeted sorcery.
Thus, the war entered its second phase: systematic physical elimination.
With each level six wizard at its core, a large army of wizards advanced steadily, like a comb.
Their objective was clear: to destroy every strategically valuable or densely populated city and stronghold in the Giant Spirit Realm, and to completely eliminate its war potential.
That's the kind of mission that Jemin is currently undertaking.
As the Black Giant Legion violently cleared the area, some high-ranking natives who had been hiding in the ruins or underground bunkers were forced to reveal themselves and flee in panic.
However, as soon as they showed themselves, they were instantly wiped out by the precise spells of the wizards who had already locked onto them.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Jemin caught a glimpse of a figure writhing in terror in the shadows of a broken wall below, trying to escape.
His attention had just been drawn to that...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four fierce attacks, imbued with a death wish, suddenly erupted from the shadows directly below him!
Energy blades, corrosive liquid, mental spikes, and high-frequency vibration waves attacked Jemin simultaneously from four tricky angles.
However, not a ripple appeared on Jemin's face.
"Old tricks." He didn't even bother to adopt a defensive stance.
During the initial landing operations, these stealthy assassinations, which relied on shadows or blind spots, did cause some trouble for the wizards.
However, as the number of battles increased, the logistics wizards had already thoroughly studied these abilities of the natives of the Giant Spirit Realm and developed a variety of counter-detection spells and early warning techniques.
Almost at the same instant the attack was launched, the largest black giant leader beside Jemin moved.
His innate ability activated, and the flow of time around him suddenly distorted!
Its own speed surged in the temporal disorder field, while the incoming attacks were like sinking into a quagmire in the invisible deceleration field.
Four muffled explosions rang out almost simultaneously.
The leader of the black giants appeared instantly beside the four lurkers like a ghost. His giant hand, covered in liquid metal, crushed three of the assassins along with the shadows where they were hiding, as easily as crushing bubbles!
When it grabbed the last native whose aura was clearly at level four, the opponent let out a furious and incomprehensible mental roar in despair:
"Why?! Why did you invade us?! What did we do wrong?!"
Jemin glanced at the struggling slime, his eyes filled with no pity, only disdain and indifference.
He didn't even bother to waste his breath explaining the wizarding civilization's logic of "finding potential competitors and having to eliminate them," or mentioning the "dark history" of the Giant Spirit Realm itself, which enslaved dozens of planes and evolved by plundering the limbs of others.
In the endless void, the law of the jungle is the most basic principle.
Whether something is just or not often depends on which side you stand on.
In many cases, there is no concept of justice at all.
The relationship between civilizations is more like a food chain in an ecosystem.
The process of one civilization destroying another is simply a matter of course, like a biological process of feeding.
"If there's any problem, it's probably that you guys are just too unlucky," Jemin muttered to himself.
The black giant leader clenched his five fingers, and the last assassin's mental fluctuations abruptly ceased, turning into a pool of slimy liquid mixed with metal fragments.
Looking up, it wasn't just Jemin's group; other wizard squads that landed in other areas also encountered similar desperate resistance or suicidal assassinations.
However, with the wizards' well-prepared detection, early warning, and countermeasures, these resistances were meaningless except for increasing casualties and highlighting the despair of the giant spirits' natives.
The shamans were quite "casual" in their attitude toward the remaining indigenous people who had hidden themselves and no longer showed themselves.
As long as no one interferes with their mission, the wizards are too lazy to waste energy on a thorough search and kill.
Their primary objective was to flatten cities, destroy strongholds, and eliminate any infrastructure that might support the war.
But Jemin's attention was quickly drawn away from this little incident and into his inner space.
There, a special talisman was faintly shimmering with an imperceptible misty light, and wisps of "worldly energy," containing the obsessions, desires, and traces of civilization of all living beings, were being drawn and gathered from the ruins of the destroyed city below.
The highly developed civilization of the Giant Spirit Realm, with its abundant life forms, provided him with a large amount of high-quality mortal energy, something he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Unfortunately, the entire battlefield is too vast, and many areas are beyond the effective absorption range of my 'Red Dust Attraction' talisman," Jemin thought with some regret.
(End of this chapter)
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