chsdbacks Chapter 605 Desperate Situation
Chapter 605 Desperate Situation
The Alliance of All Realms committed all its high-end combat power, but the results were unsatisfactory.
Tens of millions of level 8 creatures, and hundreds of millions of level 6 and 7 creatures, swarmed across the sky in a vast and overwhelming manner.
The void was filled with them, and the starlight was completely obscured by their shadows.
That terrifying aura seemed to want to crush everything in front of it into dust.
Then the wizards beat him to a pulp.
The total number of level eight wizards in the four major factions is less than 100,000.
The combined number of level six and seven wizards is less than ten million.
This number would normally make any civilization tremble, but compared to the massive army of the Alliance of All Realms, numbering in the hundreds of millions, it is as insignificant as a small boat on a vast ocean.
However, this small boat not only did not get swallowed by the sea, but instead split the sea in two.
One hundred thousand level 8 wizards lined up in the void.
In order to obtain more spoils, these level eight wizards did not even summon more cannon fodder units. They relied solely on their own bodies, their witchcraft, and their control over the laws to hold back the invading army of tens of millions of level eight warriors.
These level eight wizards rampaged through the enemy ranks, causing star beasts to crumble and energy aggregates to disintegrate wherever they went.
Level 6 and 7 wizards are responsible for clearing out the large number of low-level enemy troops.
After their formation was torn apart by an eighth-level wizard, the enemy forces, whose combat power was already inferior to that of the wizard, were easily crushed.
Overall, this no longer appears to be a war, but rather a harvest.
While controlling the Great Light Phase to unleash its furious attacks, Jemin took the opportunity to scan the entire battlefield.
Every wizard "shops" in their own way: sealing, modifying, devouring, containing...
In short, it's about turning the enemy's corpse... or even the living enemy, into your own spoils of war.
His gaze unconsciously fell on his mentor, Clark.
Because the two sides were too far apart, he couldn't see the details clearly, only the general outline of the battlefield.
However, just the general outline is enough.
All the wizards instinctively avoided the area where Clark was, leaving him alone suspended in the void, surrounded by a dense array of enemy forces—level seven and eight, star behemoths, energy aggregates, scaled warriors… They swarmed towards that pitifully small figure from all directions.
Then they started to disappear.
An eighth-level cosmic behemoth roared and charged forward, but when it was still thousands of meters away from Clark, its body suddenly froze.
Its expression changed from ferocity to confusion, and from confusion to fear.
It opened its mouth, as if trying to roar something, but no sound came out.
Then, its enormous body vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.
Jemin's pupils constricted slightly.
He focused his attention, using both his All-Seeing Eye and Fate System simultaneously to try and analyze Clark's fighting style.
He saw that as the enemies approached Clark, something was pulled from them.
It seems that something closer to the essence was directly removed, and thus the existence of the whole entity also disappeared.
But how did he do it?
What exactly was that thing that was taken away?
Jemin couldn't understand it at all.
Clark didn't even raise his hand, didn't chant any spells, and his expression didn't change at all.
He floated there quietly, like a sculpture, while the space around him was cleared away in circles.
All attacks, all defenses, all struggles are like children's games in front of him.
An eighth-level commander of the Multiverse Alliance noticed the anomaly in this area.
It was a gigantic scaled beast, its entire body covered in golden scales, and its aura was even more terrifying than the surrounding star beasts.
It roared as it charged toward Clark, a ball of energy, powerful enough to annihilate a small plane, gathering in its mouth.
As the commander charged, the distance between the two sides shortened.
10,000 meters, 5,000 meters, 1,000 meters...
Then it stopped.
Like the previous cosmic behemoth, its expression changed from ferocity to confusion, and from confusion to fear.
It opened its mouth, and the ball of energy slid out and exploded silently in the void.
Then it disappeared.
Jemin took a deep breath and looked away.
can't read.
I really don't understand it.
Wizards gain their combat power through knowledge; if you can't understand something, it means that the opponent's knowledge level far surpasses your own.
Jemin stopped thinking about it and turned his attention back to his own battlefield.
The Great Light Form continued to tirelessly pour out beams of light, while the inner cave within the body continued to frantically absorb the remains of the slain creatures.
The black giants had completely fallen into a frenzy, devouring, evolving, devouring again, evolving again, and the aura of the entire race was rising at a visible speed.
Jemin knew very well that at this stage, all he needed to do was focus on his own work.
We'll talk about things at the mentor level later.
Inside the command center of the Multiverse Alliance, the atmosphere had completely changed.
Those commanders who were just moments ago full of confidence now all had ashen faces.
The battle reports from the front lines were shocking.
In just a short period of contact, the level eight army suffered losses of over 30%, and the level six and seven armies lost nearly half their strength, while the enemy's defenses remained completely intact. It wasn't a battle; it was a massacre.
Their attacks fell on each other like water droplets falling on rocks; their attacks fell on them like red-hot iron blocks falling on snow.
"Retreat!" The orc commander's voice was hoarse. "The enemy's strength far surpasses ours; we must retreat!"
No one objected.
Everyone knew that if they continued fighting, the entire army would be wiped out.
But before the order to retreat could be issued, a new battle report arrived: the rear had been cut off.
The four major powers had already dispatched elite teams at some point, who had circled around to their rear and sealed off the rift that connected to the headquarters of the Myriad Realms Alliance.
Not only that, those squads even infiltrated the other side of the rift and opened fire in their lair.
The light from the explosion shone through the cracks and reflected in the pupils of every commander.
Their home is gone.
A deathly silence fell over the command post.
Suddenly sensing something amiss, the orc commander abruptly turned to look at the black-robed figure who had been sitting quietly in the corner. The black-robed figure raised his head, revealing a gentle smile beneath his hood.
That face... the orc commander recognized it.
Just over ten minutes ago, he felt that he had worked with this person.
But now, after experiencing a crushing defeat on the battlefield, the severing of his retreat, and the explosion of his stronghold, he finally realized that something was wrong.
"You..." His voice caught in his throat.
The man in black robes stood up, and the black robes slipped off his body, revealing a well-tailored silver-white robe.
His face was no longer the blurry, familiar yet unrecognizable one, but a clear face with a calm smile. His robe bore an embroidered badge on the chest, one that all the commanders present recognized. Although they had never seen this design before, they had all seen it on wizards' robes—it was the wizard's insignia.
"Thank you all for your cooperation." His voice was gentle, with just the right amount of politeness. "We have all the information about your troop deployment, tactical habits, and retreat routes."
A frenzied killing intent surged in the orc commander's eyes.
He lunged at the wizard, but as soon as his body left the ground, he was pressed back down by an invisible force.
He looked down and saw that a silver-white rune chain had appeared on his chest at some point, with the other end of the chain connected to the wizard's finger.
"Stop struggling." The wizard smiled. "Your fate was sealed the moment you decided to launch a full-scale attack." In the distance, level eight wizards from the four major powers were converging on this area.
Their bodies were stained with the enemy's blood, yet their faces bore expressions of lingering satisfaction.
Seeing this, the commanders of the Multiverse Alliance around them all showed expressions of despair.
The enemy is unbeatable and cannot be escaped.
The high-ranking members of the Multiverse Alliance and the defecting wizards have been driven to the brink of despair.