Chapter 341 Participation in the War
Despite his confidence in his preparations, Jemin dared not be negligent or underestimate the strange plane that could cause a million wizards, along with the first wave of reinforcements, to fall silently.
In the final moments before setting off, he raced against time to perform the final enhancements.
He devoted a great deal of effort to refining high-purity liquid gold once again, and further integrated it into the protective magic treasure, [Mysterious Red Dust Barrier].
They strive to hold out for as long as possible when faced with unknown spiritual erosion.
Immediately afterwards, he used the space teleportation technology he had just mastered to inscribe it onto the cores of more black giants.
This work was extremely meticulous and mentally taxing, but he understood that it might be the key to preserving these precious combat forces in critical moments.
At the same time, he also began selecting soldiers.
Although the internal space has expanded to be comparable to a modern city, there are simply too many things to accommodate: a massive automated factory, mountains of various raw materials, a large level-five elemental pool occupying the core position, the "nest" responsible for reshaping the black giant... The space left for the black giant to reside in has become extremely precious.
The black giants are enormous, with level three adult forms typically reaching over twenty meters in height, resembling a moving five or six-story building.
Individuals of higher rank grow many times larger.
After careful calculations, and taking into account the need to maintain a certain number of "Shuttlers" to cope with complex environments such as air and sea battles, Jemin finally determined that he could only carry more than 50,000 of the most elite Black Giants.
After hundreds of years of reproduction and devouring evolution, the two level-five black giant leaders still failed to break through the bottleneck, but the number of level-four black giants has exceeded 100,000.
Jemin carefully selected the best of the best from among them.
Finally, the date for the gathering arrived.
After checking his condition one last time and confirming that there were no problems, Jemin made proper arrangements for the follow-up matters of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane and the laboratory, ensuring that the incense and divine path could operate automatically during his absence.
He then took a deep breath and stepped into the teleportation array leading to the rendezvous point.
With a flash of light, Jemin appeared directly in a plaza inside Norren Academy 147.
After a first-level wizard who had been waiting there confirmed his identity, he respectfully led him to another teleportation array that was much larger and had more complex runes.
The moment I stepped into the formation, I felt a strong sense of spatial pulling.
When vision cleared again, a wave of sound, mixed with countless fluctuations of mental energy and low murmurs, rushed towards us as if it were a tangible thing!
When Jemin looked closely, he found himself in an incredibly vast space.
The surrounding area was filled with countless teleportation arrays that lit up like a honeycomb, and figures stepped out from them.
The sky and the ground, as far as the eye could see, were almost entirely filled with the figures of wizards!
The flow of people was like a tide, endless.
Immediately, Jemin followed the instinctive flow of people and quickly dispersed to the outer perimeter, making room for the subsequent teleporters.
He flashed and hovered in mid-air, finally gaining a panoramic view of the entire situation.
Beneath my feet was a cold, metallic floor that stretched to the horizon, while above me was a simulated sky.
He immediately realized that he had been directly teleported to the "ship" dimension.
He carefully sensed the wizards around him, a slight chill running through him.
The average level here is frighteningly high; everyone is at level three or above!
Among them were many level five and level six beings who exuded immense power.
What made Jemin even more wary was that even the other level three wizards around him gave him a clear sense of threat.
Without a doubt, everyone here is an elite among elites, and is by no means an ordinary person.
Meanwhile, the other wizards were also discreetly observing their "companions" around them.
Their eyes met, but there were no pleasantries, only scrutiny; a silent solemnity filled the air.
A few minutes before the scheduled meeting time, the lights of the teleportation arrays scattered throughout the area gradually went out, and no more new figures appeared.
Jemin's gaze swept across the boundless sea of people, and he roughly estimated that the number of wizards gathered this time was probably close to one million!
“A million elites…” Jemin’s expression grew increasingly solemn.
Such a large-scale second reinforcement demonstrates the Federation's emphasis on the Fallen Wizards, and also reflects the value and strangeness of that target plane, which has reached a point where such power must be used.
He could imagine that if even this second batch of a million elites fell again, the total number of wizards trapped in that plane would reach an astonishing two million, and most of them would be elites!
The sheer number of wizards needed to handle the aftermath will likely be beyond imagination.
As it turned out, his hunch was absolutely correct.
Before long, a chilling pressure descended without warning.
Immediately afterwards, a group of figures appeared on the high platform in front of the assembly area.
Jemin only glanced at it before feeling his eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
Those were over a hundred level seven wizards!
They simply stood there calmly, their naturally emanating aura seeming to distort the surrounding light, making it impossible to look directly at them.
In front of this group of level seven wizards, more than ten figures stood proudly!
Their presence seemed to materialize, like mountains or abysses; just a glance from them made Jemin feel his own insignificance and fragility.
Level 8 Wizard!
And there are more than ten!
Jemin was horrified.
If this force were to unleash its power together, let alone an entire plane, even a large cluster of planes would likely be reduced to ashes in an instant!
The leader was an eighth-level wizard with an ancient face and eyes that seemed to hold the birth and death of stars.
He made no attempt to introduce himself, his figure slowly rising into the air, looking down upon the million elites below, his voice calm yet clear, reaching the minds of every wizard:
"We are about to arrive at our target plane. After registering, you should have received relevant intelligence and are aware of the strange situation ahead. Therefore, I would like to clearly inform you of the command's bottom line..." He paused, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "Ten years."
"If you still have no useful information to send back after ten years, we will no longer wait and will take forceful action to intervene."
He glanced at the silent crowd below and continued, "However, if we intervene forcibly, the level of resistance is unpredictable. At that time, the plane itself may experience violent rejection or even collapse, and casualties may be unavoidable. Considering the risks involved, the command has decided to give you all one last chance to choose."
"If you feel that this battle is not your forte, or if you have any doubts, you may leave now, and no one will blame you."
As soon as he finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the vast assembly platform.
Millions of wizards are calmly weighing their options.
A moment later, the figures silently turned around, stepped back onto the teleportation array they had come from, and quietly departed amidst flashes of light.
Ultimately, more than 30% of the wizards chose to leave.
Jemin and the other wizards who chose to stay watched them leave calmly. No one made a fuss, no one laughed, only rational reflection.
For a wizard seeking truth, clearly recognizing one's own limitations and avoiding unnecessary risks is also a manifestation of wisdom.
Staying requires courage and confidence; leaving requires self-awareness and rationality.
Both are practices of the wizarding way.
(End of this chapter)
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