I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 602 Despair and Excitement

In the dueling arena, Jemin is watching a battle between level six wizards.

Suddenly, the magic network terminals of all the wizards present vibrated, and an emergency message popped up, containing only a few words: "The spatial defense line has been torn apart, and an unknown enemy is approaching."

Upon seeing this message, Jemin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He looked up at the sky.

In the far distance, countless tiny points of light are emerging.

Those points of light were expanding rapidly, and it seemed they were surging towards this side.

Moreover, the quantity was extremely exaggerated, filling the entire field of vision almost in the blink of an eye.

The wizards in the audience also noticed it.

Some people stood up, some gripped their staffs tightly, and some subconsciously took a step back.

The wizards who were dueling stopped at the same time and looked up at the approaching points of light.

The entire dueling arena fell into a deathly silence.

Felix appeared, his voice still calm, as if stating something trivial: "Large-scale intrusion detected. All units, prepare for battle."

At the very moment the words were spoken, the void was torn apart.

On the outer perimeter of the core plane of the wizarding civilization in a parallel world, the endless chaotic void seemed to have been violently torn open from within by some brute force, forming a massive rift. At the edge of the rift, spatial fragments scattered like shattered ice, each carrying enough energy to annihilate a small plane. The rift rapidly expanded, like an abyss devouring all light it could absorb.

Then, they poured out.

The first thing to appear was a colossal cosmic beast.

Its size is so large that it is difficult to measure; the part that protrudes from the crack alone obscures the starlight of several planes.

Its body was composed of some translucent substance, with countless luminous veins flowing within, like a network of ignited blood vessels. The behemoth's head had no eyes, only a gaping maw containing tens of millions of slowly rotating teeth. With each breath it took, the surrounding void trembled.

Behind it, more cosmic behemoths are emerging from the crack.

Even the smaller ones are hundreds of kilometers long, while the enormous ones are larger than some smaller planes.

They come in all shapes and sizes. Some resemble spheres formed by countless intertwined tentacles, each with a closed eye at the end of its tentacle. Others resemble corroded meteorites, their surfaces covered with constantly opening and closing cracks, each crack seeping out some kind of black liquid. Still others are completely indistinguishable in form, merely a mass of energy that expands and contracts repeatedly, each pulsation releasing radiation powerful enough to distort space.

Most importantly, almost all of the star behemoths have reached the eighth level of energy rank.

Behind these cosmic behemoths lies a tsunami-like tide of life.

Those were hundreds of billions of level six and seven creatures, crammed together, piled on top of each other, trampling on one another, completely blocking the exit of the crack.

Their sizes range from several meters to several kilometers, and their shapes are incredibly diverse.

The moment they emerged from the rift and entered the territory of the wizarding civilization, these creatures roared in the void, turning the already shattered space into a chaotic mess. There were tens of millions of level eight beings, and hundreds of billions of level seven and six beings.

As for other low- to mid-level creatures, their numbers are so vast that statistics have become meaningless, so numerous that any rational being would abandon thought and be left only with instinctive fear.

The wizards in the parallel world were initially stunned into silence upon witnessing this scene, and then they collapsed in despair.

The wizards who had just signed their contracts and were grinning foolishly while holding their new robes froze in their smiles the moment they saw those colossal cosmic beasts.

The robe slipped from his hands, and food fell from his mouth.

Some collapsed to the ground, some screamed while clutching their heads, and others suffered a complete mental breakdown from fear, collapsing to the ground bleeding from all seven orifices. "It's over..." a level seven wizard knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse, "The coordinates have been exposed... They're here... They've all come... Why were they able to find the coordinates?!"

He was a veteran who had experienced three world-ending wars and knew the terror of the Alliance of All Realms better than anyone else.

Last time, the Alliance of All Realms mobilized less than one-tenth of its power, yet it nearly destroyed their civilization.

This time, the opposing force was even stronger.

Another level eight wizard hovered in mid-air, trembling as he watched the enormous creatures pouring out of the cracks.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only let out a desperate sigh.

The newly recruited wizards from the parallel worlds were now completely devastated.

Some tried to escape, some knelt down and begged for mercy, and others frantically tore at their hair, muttering "doomsday," "it's over," "we're all going to die."

Some even had crazed expressions, already brewing dangerous messages, preparing to explode with the other party!

In an instant, the entire dueling arena descended into chaos.

Then they heard laughter.

It wasn't the kind of laughter born of despair and collapse, but rather an excited, heartfelt, and even somewhat greedy laugh.

An eighth-level wizard from the Star Ring Federation stood at the edge of the quantum entanglement flagship, watching the cosmic behemoths pouring out of the cracks. His eyes gleamed, and his previously gentle expression completely collapsed, his mouth stretching to his ears. His expression changed from that of a calm scholar to that of a hunter who had spotted his prey.

"This place... the prey actually came to us willingly?" His voice was filled with barely suppressed elation. "I never imagined that releasing just a few small insects would result in such a huge harvest!"

Beside him, an eighth-level wizard from the Crimson Court shoved him aside, stepped forward, and said with eyes even brighter than his: "We saw it first! The Crimson Court goes first!"

"You're talking nonsense!" The Star Ring Federation wizard grabbed him by the collar. "This is the outer perimeter of our Star Ring Federation's defenses. If anyone's going to go up, it should be us!"

"Your Star Ring Federation took the lion's share in the last war; this time it's our turn!"

"We earned that through our own abilities!"

The two level-eight wizards started arguing like wild dogs fighting over food, pushing and shoving each other, spitting as they spoke, completely abandoning any semblance of high-level wizard decorum. Wizards from the Void Architecture Institute and the Anti-Entropy Alliance were not to be outdone and joined the fray.

The Void Architecture Institute says their folded geometric palaces are best suited for dealing with such large targets, while the Anti-Entropy Alliance says their nanotorrents are just the right amount to drown those cannon fodder.

The leaders of the four major powers were arguing heatedly, their faces red and necks bulging, and none of them were willing to back down.

The wizards from the parallel world were completely dumbfounded by what they saw.

They expected to see despair, to see fear, to see the same kind of collapse as their own.

So these people... are scrambling to get on stage?

A newly recruited level six wizard stared blankly at the arguing level eight wizards and muttered, "Aren't they... afraid?" The wizard next to him gave him a look as if he were an idiot and sighed helplessly, seemingly lamenting that his counterpart seemed to be a little slow-witted.

But in the end, the wizard pointed to the gleaming eyes of the level eight wizards and answered the obvious question: "Look at them, do they look scared?"

The level six wizard fell silent.

After looking at it for a long time, he finally confirmed a fact.

These people are not just unafraid, they simply don't take the Multiverse Alliance seriously.

In their eyes, the tens of millions of level-eight troops were not a threat, but a resource; not an enemy, but prey.

A calm voice echoed throughout the space.

Felix and the projections of the other three AIs appeared in the void, their expressions as calm as ever, as if stating a trivial matter: "Attention all units. Large-scale invasion confirmed. Proceed to battle preparation according to the pre-arranged plan."

The wizards from the four major factions immediately stopped arguing.

Their expressions shifted from greed to calm, from the hunters' fervor to the soldiers' grim determination.

This transformation was so swift, like a switch being flipped, that it left the wizards of the parallel worlds dumbfounded.

The quantum entanglement flagship began to spin faster, and the rune nodes on the ring lit up simultaneously, illuminating the entire void as if it were daytime.

The perfect ecological flesh and blood mother nest spewed out an overwhelming red mist, within which countless flesh and blood creatures were hatching.

The folded geometric palace begins to extend outward, generating new defensive nodes and attack platforms every second.

The Torrent Star Ring transformed into a silvery-white band of light, encircling the entire space and temporarily blocking the surging tide of creatures. At the same time, countless cannon fodder units poured out from the positions of the four major forces.

There were artificial puppets, elemental creatures, modified beasts, and all sorts of combat weapons that Jemin had never seen before.

Their numbers were overwhelming, in no way inferior to the approaching enemy.

What's even more terrifying is that these cannon fodder units are of a fairly high level, since most of those stationed here are high-level wizards.

Standing at the edge of the flagship, Jemin watched as the cannon fodder units surged towards the crack like a tide, entangled the newly emerged creatures of the Multiverse Alliance. The cannon fodder was being consumed at a visible rate; every second, hundreds of thousands of them were torn apart and evaporated.

But more cannon fodder surged up from the rear, filling the gaps and pinning the vanguard of the Multiverse Alliance firmly to the exit of the rift.

Jemin took a deep breath, suppressing the surging fighting emotions in his heart, knowing that now was not the time for him and his wizards to make their move.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Clark had somehow walked up to him, staring expressionlessly at the enormous creatures surging out in the distance.

"Mentor," Jemin nodded.

Clark did not respond.

He simply watched the torn void, and the giant beasts struggling in the tide of cannon fodder.

After a long silence, he spoke, his voice as calm as if he were commenting on the weather: "The quantity isn't..."

As he spoke, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Clark's lips: "...Perfect for me to practice."

Looking at the rare expression on his mentor's indifferent face, Jemin suddenly felt sorry for these intruders.