chsdbacks Chapter 598 Contact
Chapter 598 Contact
Three days ago, within the territory of the parallel world's wizard civilization.
Three days ago, the higher-ups of the entire wizarding civilization appeared extremely uneasy.
Because a huge spatial rift appeared on the outer perimeter of the core plane.
The spatial rift was so large that it could almost completely engulf the core plane, but the interior of the rift was not connected. Instead, it seemed to have been deliberately sealed off. The rift appeared without warning, and no wizard could detect its source.
The core plane was extremely important to the entire wizarding civilization, so after a brief period of detection, the wizards decided to either destroy or open it. The problem was, they tried everything—elemental shockwaves, information contamination, spatial blockade, causal disruption…
But no matter what methods were used, neither the spatial rift nor the blockade on it could be moved.
"We can't open it." An eighth-level wizard retreated from the rift with a livid face. "The power and technology of this spatial rift are completely incomprehensible, far beyond our level."
On the same day that they confirmed that all their methods were ineffective in breaking through this seemingly ordinary spatial rift, the high-ranking wizards held an emergency meeting.
Throughout the entire wizarding civilization, whether they were in seclusion conducting research and experiments or guarding the borders, all high-ranking wizards above level six were forcibly recalled!
In the core plane, within a "ruin" on the central continent, numerous high-ranking wizards are continuously gathering.
This central continent appeared extremely dilapidated, with the entire continent reduced to scorched earth.
The reason for this is that a racial war took place here in the distant past.
It was through this war that the wizarding civilization established humanity's position as the ruler of this plane, and used it as a springboard to continue expanding outwards. To this end, the wizards deliberately preserved the ecological environment of the entire central continent. Even after tens of millions of years, the entire continent is still permeated with energy radiation sufficient to kill ordinary creatures on the spot.
In the very heart of the Central Continent, a dilapidated temple, a remnant of the war, was a meeting place specially preserved by the high-ranking wizards of the wizard civilization.
The entire temple was deliberately kept in a dilapidated state and was not repaired.
Around the long table in the center of the temple, pieced together from broken metal, sat a group of gaunt-faced level eight wizards.
Some people have two eyes missing from their heads, but their bodies are covered with eyes; some have half of their bodies replaced by machines; and some have their entire skulls encased in transparent containers, with their constantly writhing brains submerged inside.
"The enemy's objective is unclear, but we have confirmed that their technical level far surpasses ours. We must activate the final combat module," a wizard covered in runes said, his voice hoarse like sandpaper.
"That would consume at least a third of our slaves," another person objected.
"If you want to capture slaves, there are plenty of other planes out there you can go and capture them..."
"But if we don't open it, we die!"
The debate lasted a long time, but in the end, a consensus was reached.
For three days, they devoted everything they had to piecing together the shattered fragments of the plane into a warship, filling the engines with the withered corpses and wailing souls, and arming every fighting wizard to the teeth.
The moment the final combat module was activated, countless wizards' bodies began to mutate—the price of forcibly increasing their power.
Some people grew extra arms, some had new eyes split open on their faces, and some had their bodies twisted into irregular shapes.
Their faces were more gaunt, their eyes more intense with madness, but both their mental and physical strength had indeed increased. Then, at the very moment they finished preparing, the spatial rift outside the prime plane stirred.
The crack that they couldn't budge for three days was now slowly opening.
All the high-ranking wizards present looked grim upon seeing this scene; they refused to believe it was merely a coincidence.
In other words, the enemy on the other side was monitoring them all along, but they were completely unaware of it!
More importantly, the other side actually let them make preparations!
This means that the opponent's strength far exceeds theirs...
Before long, the ideas of the high-ranking wizards present were proven true.
As the crack widened, they were finally able to see the situation on the other side.
Opposite them, four enormous creatures they had never seen before were appearing.
A level six wizard in charge of reconnaissance only glanced at it before trembling and falling from mid-air.
"Level 8..." His voice trembled, so shrill from sheer terror that it became almost distorted: "Many Level 8!!!" The moment the news spread, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
The gaunt-faced wizards raised their heads, looking at the four terrifying war machines on the other side of the rift, at their richly dressed colleagues, and at the figures in the sky whose auras were so profound that they could not be perceived.
Some people started to back away.
Someone threw down the staff in their hand.
Some people activated escape formations directly, or transformed into streaks of light and fled into the distance.
There's no way to fight this!
A level seven wizard stood at the edge of the warship, looking at the figures of the level eight wizards opposite him, and suddenly smiled.
That smile contained bitterness, despair, and a hint of relief.
"So that's how it is..." he murmured, "Is this the end of our wizarding civilization...?"
His voice was swallowed up by the surging energy in the void.
On the other side of the rift, four war machines had completed their final preparations.
The ring of the quantum entanglement flagship began to rotate faster, the perfect ecological flesh and blood mother nest spewed out more red mist, the shape change of the folded geometric palace reached its limit, and the silver-white nano-torrent star ring began to surge forward.
The standoff did not last long.
The wizarding civilization also noticed the reactions of the wizards in the parallel world and immediately realized that they could not push them too hard.
Therefore, even though the spatial rift had been fully opened, the war machines of the four major forces remained stationary, without taking another step forward.
Jemin stood at the edge of the flagship, looking at the warships opposite him, pieced together from fragments of a broken plane, and at the gaunt-faced, deformed wizards on board.
He could read fear in their eyes and hesitation in their movements.
The low-level wizards who had begun to flee were caught up by their companions, and those who had thrown down their staffs were forced to pick them up again. The parallel world's front line was repeatedly pulled between chaos and order.
Fortunately, the wizards in the parallel world did not immediately launch an attack in response.
High-ranking wizards value their lives and are very rational.
When the gap in strength becomes too large to bridge, fighting is no longer an option.
Felix appeared in front of the flagship, and three other artificial intelligences also appeared at the same time.
Four figures stood side by side, calmly watching the distorted warships opposite them.
"We wish to engage in dialogue with you all," Felix's voice echoed throughout the void.
There was a long silence on the other end.
The level eight wizards gathered together, communicating frantically with their mental powers.
The level seven wizards hovered above the warship, their eyes scanning warily over the four war machines and the level eight wizards who were also hovering in the air.
Then they discovered that the "enemy" seemed to have sent a delegation.
On the wizarding civilization's side, in order to facilitate better dialogue, each of the four major factions sent a delegation of one hundred people.
The wizards in each delegation are among the most outstanding level eight wizards.
They emerged from their respective camps with unhurried steps and restrained demeanor, as if attending an ordinary academic conference.
But Jemin knew that any one of those four hundred people was capable of destroying a massive dimensional cluster on their own.
Sensing the terrifying threat posed by these four hundred people, the wizards in the parallel world became even more agitated.
Their total number of level eight wizards is just over one hundred.
The delegation sent by the other side was four times their size.
Moreover, the aura and oppressive presence they exuded... it's safe to say that the power of each of them was unimaginable to the wizarding civilizations of parallel worlds. Felix spoke again.
It speaks the common language of the wizarding civilization, with a slow pace and precise word choice, clearly explaining concepts such as "parallel worlds," "identical beings," and "communication" to the wizards of the parallel worlds.
There was a long silence on the other side as the level eight wizards gathered together, engaging in a heated discussion using their mental powers.
Jemin saw some people shaking their heads, some frowning, and others whose expressions changed from wariness to shock, and then from shock to something complex and indescribable.
They understood.
After all, they are all wizards, sharing the same system and language.
When Felix introduced the concept of "parallel worlds," a glimmer of reason appeared in those crazed eyes. Some began to nod, others began to whisper among themselves.
From the delegation of the Void Architecture Institute, an eighth-level wizard stepped forward.
His robes were as white as snow, embroidered with silver geometric patterns, and every step he took was as precise as if measured with a ruler.
He raised his hand, and a few tiny specks of dust slipped from between his fingers.
Those dust particles were so small that they were almost invisible.
But as they drifted into the void, directly in front of those twisted warships, the dust exploded.
Those tiny particles expanded wildly in the void, extending in every dimension.
Space twisted and rearranged around them, and within seconds, a palace appeared out of thin air in front of the two armies.
Each of its pillars is a perfect geometric shape, and every wall reflects a silvery-white light.
The representative of the Void Architecture Institute stood at the palace entrance, bowed slightly, and made a "please" gesture.
Her movements were as elegant as if she were inviting guests to a tea party.
The wizards from the parallel world looked at each other in bewilderment.
They communicated frantically using their mental powers, their distorted faces flashing with vigilance, hesitation, and doubt.
Jemin saw some people shaking their heads, some gripping their staffs tightly, and others instinctively taking a half-step back.
But faced with the overwhelming power of the wizarding civilization, they eventually agreed.
An eighth-level wizard covered in runes was the first to step out of the camp, followed closely by another eighth-level wizard whose body had been completely fused with some kind of bio-armor.
With these two level-eight wizards taking the lead, the other level-eight wizards hesitated for a moment, then followed suit.
More than a hundred level-eight wizards slowly walked towards the palace.
Their steps were cautious, their posture wary, like a pack of wild beasts walking into a trap.
At the entrance, representatives of the four major powers were already lined up and waiting.
The Star Ring Federation stood on the left, the Crimson Court on the right, and the Void Architecture Institute and the Anti-Entropy Alliance stood at the rear.
When the wizards from the parallel world approached, the representatives extended their hands.
shake hands.
This is one of the oldest rituals in wizarding civilization, representing equality, respect, and temporary peace.
The representative of the Star Ring Federation shook hands with an eighth-level wizard covered in runes, the representative of the Void Architecture Institute shook hands with a wizard whose body was twisted into an irregular shape, and the representative of the Anti-Entropy Alliance shook hands with a wizard whose half of his body was transparent.
Then, it was the Crimson Court's turn.
The representative of the Crimson Court was a female wizard who looked to be around ten years old. She was tall, had a resolute face, and her long, dark red hair was tied into a neat ponytail.
She wore a deep red battle robe with no extra decorations except for a badge embroidered on the chest.
She extended her hand with composure.
What she shook hands with was a lump of meat.
That was truly something that could only be described as a "piece of meat".
It has no fixed shape; its body is like a lump of kneaded mud, covered with countless wriggling tentacles and split eyes. When it extends its "hand," that hand is a fleshy protrusion that constantly changes shape.
The moment their hands clasped, the representative of the Crimson Court raised an eyebrow.
Hundreds of millions of parasitic spores were frantically pouring into her hands through the pores of her skin.
Those spores are extremely small and well-hidden, carrying complete parasitic gene sequences.
They grow and spread within the host, eventually taking over everything the host possesses.
This is the wizard's favorite tactic in the parallel world: parasitize, devour, and then replace the original owner.
Faced with this malicious probing, the representative of the Crimson Court smiled.
She shook her head, a hint of helplessness in her smile, like an adult watching a child play a clumsy trick.
The spores that had already invaded her body reacted as if they had encountered something incomprehensible the moment they came into contact with her bodily fluids.
Their gene sequences were reverse-analyzed, their parasitic programs were reverse-compiled, and their energy structures were completely reorganized.
Then, the spores began to spread in reverse, rushing back from her body along the original path to that "hand".
The lump of flesh struggled frantically, trying to shake off her hand.
But that hand seemed to be welded shut, remaining completely still.
A moment later, a crisp sound rang out, and the arm of the fleshy mass broke off from the body, turning into ashes that drifted into the void.
The chunk of flesh screamed and stumbled backward, murky bodily fluid gushing from its severed arm.
They share the same combat system and the same technology.
The overwhelming dominance of pioneers over latecomers was vividly demonstrated in this trial.
The wizards from the surrounding parallel worlds instantly assumed battle stances, their staffs glowing, runes flashing, and killing intent surging forth like a tidal wave.
The representative of the Crimson Royal Court stood still, not even withdrawing his hand.
She simply looked at the lump of flesh and calmly said, "Not bad, very creative. If you'd like, I can be your mentor later." The other parallel world wizards froze.
They looked at the woman, then at the four hundred level-eight wizards behind her, and then at the four terrifying war machines in the distance...
The murderous intent in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.
The wizards of the parallel world remained silent for a long time.
Finally, the level eight wizard covered in runes sighed softly, gave an ugly smile to the wizards of the four major forces, and then turned around and walked towards the palace entrance.
His steps remained cautious, but his demeanor was no longer as wary as before.
The others hesitated for a moment, then followed.
One after another, more than a hundred gaunt-faced, deformed level eight wizards entered the palace.
The palace doors slowly closed behind them.
Jemin stood at the edge of the flagship and let out a long breath.
Not only him, but the other wizards who had been watching closely also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Even the wizards in the parallel world couldn't help but feel a little relaxed after seeing this scene.
"Looks like we're in luck, a great start," Viola said from the side.
Jemin nodded.
In the end, a fight didn't break out.
At least not now.
(I still have some things to take care of, so this is all for today.)