chsdbacks Chapter 718 The Disaster That Swallowed the World
Chapter 718 The Disaster That Swallowed the World
Jemin casually tossed the dragonmen into his inner celestial abode, then turned and looked down at the earth beneath his feet.
Boom...
The first crack appeared.
Immediately afterwards, continuous cracks spread rapidly from the town center, and then the entire mountain range began to tremble violently.
"I didn't expect you to find your target so quickly."
Just then, the Broadleaf Wizard's voice suddenly rang out beside Jemin, his tone calm yet easily drowning out the deafening roar of the collapsing mountains below. Jemin turned his head and saw the veteran wizard slowly stepping out of the void.
An amber-colored luster of law spread out beneath his feet, condensing into a translucent path of light, as if cutting a slit in the night. The restless elements around him rose and fell gently with his breath, as if bowing to a true master.
The Broadleaf Wizard glanced at the violently trembling mountain range beneath his feet, then casually averted his gaze, turning instead to Jemin. "It seems you've grasped some knowledge of fate," he said slowly, a hint of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and awe). "To be able to resist the dimensional difference when the Reflection Dimensional Channel opens at this level is already astonishing enough. I never imagined you'd also achieve something in the realm of fate." As he spoke, a flicker of envy and a complex expression crossed his deep brown eyes.
That's the kind of expression only an old wizard who has been stuck at the seventh level for tens of thousands of years and has seen it all would show when he sees a rare talent in a younger generation that he himself has never been able to reach.
"What enviable wisdom," he murmured.
Jemin bowed slightly.
He wasn't surprised at all that the Broadleaf Wizard would be here.
It could even be said that it was expected.
He suspected that this veteran true-name wizard had actually already found the old dragonman's hiding place.
Given Kuoye's control over the Dragonman plane, how could a former elder who had carved magic arrays all over the underground cave and tried to hide his aura really keep it from him?
Kuoye hasn't made a move yet, probably because he's waiting.
When the old dragon is driven to the brink, let him use his so-called ultimate method.
Jemin could understand why they didn't use mind manipulation magic, since no matter how you looked at it, the so-called bloodline inheritance of the ten elders in the dragon race was not right.
If those bloodline inheritances themselves also affect the soul, using mind manipulation magic could very well lead to unpredictable changes. Moreover, it wasn't just the old dragonman; Broadleaf had probably seen through all the rebels' schemes as well, but had never intervened. Jemin even suspected that the area where the old dragonman was located was marked as a safe zone, possibly intentionally done by Broadleaf. "You flatter me."
Jemin spoke calmly and remained neither humble nor arrogant.
"It was just good luck; we happened to stumble upon a breakthrough."
He casually brushed the compliment away, his expression so natural that it seemed the praise he had just received had nothing to do with him.
"Good luck, huh..." Broadleaf Wizard smiled. "In the wizarding world, there is no such thing as luck."
Jemin chuckled gently, but didn't reply. "What's next?"
"No rush."
The Broadleaf Wizard stood with his hands behind his back, the amber glow of the law slowly flowing around the edges of his sleeves.
"Let's talk about it after everyone arrives."
Jemin followed his gaze and looked around.
Soon, the night sky began to come alive.
Sensing the sudden and intense energy fluctuations, figures burst forth from different directions.
Some came from the depths of the Iron Ridge Mountains, dragging behind them the newly subdued rebel stronghold guards; others flew in from the plains, the elemental aftershocks not yet completely dissipated, clearly indicating that the mission tens of thousands of kilometers away had just come to an end.
Others took off directly from the direction of the town, most likely they were already stationed there and rushed to provide support after hearing the commotion.
In a short time, more than a dozen wizards gathered in the sky above the mountain range.
Each person made no attempt to conceal their aura; the lowest level was level six.
They hovered in twos and threes behind the Broadleaf Wizard. Some whispered about their gains, some curiously examined the changing mountains below, and others released their spiritual power, trying to pinpoint the source of the terrifying force beneath their feet.
Jemin silently withdrew his gaze and looked at the ground again.
After a brief period of preparation, red light emerged from the depths of the mountains.
When these rays of light converge, they form a strange substance that exists between a liquid state and a light state.
It gushed out from the cracks in the earth's crust like blood, and then spread wildly in all directions at an exaggerated speed.
Where the red light passed, ordinary things did not seem to be harmed.
But the moss, lichen, and all creatures with dragon blood on the rock surface emitted mournful cries the moment they came into contact with the red light. It was as if their life structures were being forcibly dismantled by some higher force.
The disintegrating biomass transformed into wisps of dark red smoke, which in turn merged into the red light, becoming part of its spread and continuing to extend further away.
Jemin first activated his True Illusion-Breaking Eye, and a silvery-white star vortex lit up in the vertical eye between his brows, sweeping down the red light below.
However, the result made Jemin frown slightly: the light of sacrifice.
What follows is a series of descriptions of the effects of the sacrificial light and methods to resist it. According to the intelligence, this thing is specifically designed to target creatures with the bloodline of the Creator. Any life form with the bloodline of the Creator that is affected by the red light will be devoured by its own bloodline and turned into nourishment.
"Nutrition... that's not so surprising."
Jemin blinked and replaced the True Deception-Breaking Eye with the All-Use Eye.
As the Destiny System operates, it records the diffusion speed of the red light, its energy frequency, and its resonance pattern with the dragon bloodline into the mind sea.
Data is accumulating rapidly.
The red light spread extremely quickly; in just a few breaths, half of the entire mountain range was already enveloped in red light.
Further away, the faint red reflections approaching in the night sky could be seen in several towns on the edge of the mountains.
This calamity, capable of devouring lives, is rapidly approaching along the earth's veins.
If this thing continues to spread, the entire dragon-human plane will probably be wiped out.
Jemin looked up at Broadleaf Wizard.
The vertical eye between his eyebrows still retained traces of analytical data.
The situation is now quite clear: if this continues, the Dragonkin plane that the Broadleaf Wizard recently captured will likely become a wasteland. Judging from how much the Broadleaf Wizard previously valued Dragonkin materials, this is no small loss.
Broadleaf Wizard met his gaze and smiled slightly: "Of course I was prepared."
The moment he finished speaking, his spiritual power spread outwards.
Amber-colored ripples of law flashed and disappeared in the void, like a giant hand pressing a switch on the entire plane.
With a slight thought, Jieming focused his gaze to the farthest point.
With extraordinary vision, it pierced through the swirling clouds in the night sky and landed directly on a distant town about to be swallowed by red light.
That town was not much different in size from the old town where the iron-gray dragonmen lurked.
Emergency lights had already illuminated the streets, and one could vaguely see dragon people rushing frantically from their houses, their faces filled with fear and unease. But in the next instant, the entire town was enveloped by a massive magic array.
It was a massive array of runes that had been buried deep in the foundation of the town and had been dormant for countless years.
The light of the magic circle rose from the ground, rapidly spreading along the patterns of the street, enveloping every building and road in a pale golden protective layer. Immediately afterward, the earth trembled.
The land on the edge of the town split neatly along the boundary defined by the magic circle, and the entire town, along with its foundation, slowly peeled away from the ground. It was lifted up by the magic circle and slowly rose into the air.
After rising to a certain height, the light from the magic circle bent and closed in all directions, eventually enveloping the entire floating city in a complete spherical protective shield. At this point, the town had become a refuge suspended above the sea of red light.
This wasn't the only town experiencing this change; similar magical arrays were lighting up in other parts of the Dragonkin plane as well. Those towns, originally scattered across the land, slowly rose into the air at the same time, like pebbles peeled from the ground, hovering above the red sea of calamity, becoming the last sanctuary of the Dragonkin civilization.
While looking at the floating cities, Jemin turned his attention back to the iron-gray dragonman in his hand.
In his mental sea, he was rapidly searching through the guy's memory fragments.
As one of the core liaisons of the resistance, this dragon-man possessed far more information than he had imagined.
He quickly found the relevant information.
Those high-ranking members of the resistance did indeed possess some kind of secret technique that could resist this red light.
It is a countermeasure technology developed by reversing the technology of the previous magic array.
After casting, the caster can survive in the red light.
This secret technique was widely circulated among the high-ranking members of the resistance.
Jemin quickly pieced together this information with other fragmented intelligence in his mind, and he soon sketched out the complete outline of the resistance's plan. From the very beginning, these resistance fighters had no intention of simply fighting against wizards.
What they want is to use this purge to completely rebuild the order of the Dragonman plane.
First, one of the ten elders sacrificed himself to activate this final measure, releasing red light to cleanse the entire plane.
Then, the rebel leaders survived in the red light using secret techniques.
After the cleansing is complete, all low-level dragons and hybrid dragons on the entire plane who do not possess secret arts will die, and only high-level dragons with secret arts will survive.
At that time, the bloodline hierarchy that was originally broken will naturally return to the plane.
It might even be purer than in the old days.
As for how many ordinary dragonmen will die during this period...
For those who prioritize bloodline above all else, it's probably never even a consideration.
Perhaps in their view, whether they use this as leverage to threaten the wizards and allow them to regain their original dominant position, or they simply purge them and make them, as the last remaining dragonkin bloodline, a higher-level bargaining chip, both are quite good outcomes.