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

Chapter 553 Splashing Feces

Jemin rushed out of the lab, and the sight before him made his pupils shrink.

The entire ship's plane has descended into chaos.

The protective barrier in the sky flickered wildly as if it had malaria—sometimes bright and dazzling, sometimes so dim as to almost disappear.

A piercing buzzing sound came from the direction of the large elemental pool in the distance, its energy output fluctuating wildly, distorting the air around the pool. Even worse were the people.

Jemin saw that at least several dozen wizards were already lying on the ground.

Their eyes were vacant, their pupils dilated, and they were still breathing, but they did not respond to any external stimuli... just like the previous silent ones. And around them, other wizards were anxiously trying to wake them up.

"I've been infected."

Jemin instantly understood what had happened.

Among the wizards who sent out cannon fodder units, some were breached by the enemy through reverse infiltration via the connection.

Then, the creatures of the information plane used the wizard as a springboard to begin attacking the core facilities of the entire ship plane.

He looked up at the crack in the sky.

The pure white plane remained lifeless, but Jemin could sense that something was continuously flowing towards it.

"Quick! Stabilize the formation!"

The wizard's roar came from not far away.

Several array masters dressed in magic robes were desperately pouring their spiritual power into the runic arrays on the ground, trying to stabilize the energy circuits that had begun to become disordered.

But their expressions grew increasingly grim.

"No! I just fixed this part, and now the other part has crashed!"

"They can read runes faster than we can write them!"

Jemin could see it clearly from the side as well. Every time the array masters added a new rune to the ground, the intrusion information stream on the other side would instantly analyze the function of that rune and then create new destruction in other places at an even faster speed.

The weaknesses of the rune system were laid bare at this moment.

If you can understand it, you can counter it.

Jemin did not hesitate.

He flashed and appeared directly among the dozens of fallen wizards.

The other wizards around him were still busy and no one noticed him.

Jemin crouched down and reached out to press his hand against one of their foreheads.

He extended his mental energy and actively connected with the wizard's mental sea.

The next moment, the world before his eyes changed.

Countless streams of information surged in like a tidal wave.

The information had no color or shape, but Jemin could "see" it.

They were frantically eroding every corner of the wizard's mental sea, attempting to infiltrate the energy network of the entire ship plane. A golden light flashed between Jemin's brows.

The destiny system is operating at full capacity.

His consciousness acted as a barrier, precisely cutting off the flow of information. Then he began to analyze, decompose, suppress, and even counterattack. At first, it went smoothly.

He wiped out the invading information streams one by one, and Jemin could even sense the situation on the other side by tracing the path the other side had taken.

a lot of.

Much.

The number of indigenous people on the other side is ridiculously large!

Among the fallen wizards here, there's probably one unlucky fellow who went straight to the area where the natives gather!

Moreover, it feels like indigenous people are continuously arriving from the depths of the information dimension.

They realized that their intrusion was being blocked and immediately joined the computing network.

Each indigenous person contributes a portion of their computing power, which converges into an ever-growing torrent of information.

Jemin's advantage is rapidly diminishing.

Then it began to be suppressed.

"So many..."

Jemin gritted his teeth. The load on the destiny system was skyrocketing.

68%, 74%, 81...

The opposite side seemed endless.

Just then, a series of powerful auras suddenly descended.

From the direction of the core camp in the distance, more than a dozen figures were flying rapidly towards them.

Each of them exuded an oppressive aura, the lowest being level six, and several even made his heart tremble—level seven wizards. The high-ranking wizards had arrived.

Seeing the situation before them, they didn't utter a single wasted word.

More than a dozen figures landed simultaneously, each finding a fallen wizard, placing their palms on them, and forcefully connecting with their spiritual power.

Jemin felt a sudden relief from the pressure.

The computational power of those high-level wizards crashed onto the battlefield like a dozen mountains simultaneously, instantly crushing the enemy's previously overwhelming flow of information. Even with reinforcements pouring in, the outcome was undeniable under the crushing weight of their absolute computational power.

"We have to run again."

Jemin made the judgment almost instinctively.

Having experienced the previous encounter, he was all too familiar with the tactics of these enemies.

If they realize they can't win, they will cut off contact and run away without hesitation.

But this time, Jemin didn't want them to get away unscathed.

With a thought, he made a grasping motion with his right hand.

A wisp of mist appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The color of the mist was so beautiful it was almost eerie, as if countless colors had been forcibly blended together, twisting, intertwining, and permeating each other.

Just looking at it gives one a feeling of mental disorientation.

The poison of incense.

In the process of producing the power of incense offerings, a byproduct that is inevitably generated in the practice of incense-making and religious ceremonies.

Formed from the distracting thoughts, obsessions, and resentments within the beliefs of countless believers, it possesses an extremely strong polluting effect on the spirits of the vast majority of living beings. Upon hearing that this plane was primarily related to information, Jemin specifically carried some with him.

I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Without hesitation, he patted the mist into his forehead.

The Destiny System instantly took over the incense poison, breaking it down into countless tiny fragments of information, and then sending them all through the mental channel that Jemin was still connected to.

The other side was originally retreating.

After sensing the terrifying computing power of the high-level wizards, the indigenous people were already rapidly severing ties and tightening their defenses.

They retreated in an orderly fashion, like a well-trained army.

Then the poison of incense arrived.

Jemin couldn't "see" exactly what was happening on the other side, but he could sense it...

Over there, it exploded.

The previously orderly retreat of information instantly descended into chaos.

Countless noisy, distorted, and insane thoughts spread like a virus within their computing networks.

The indigenous people's reaction was extremely intense, so intense that Jemin could feel their "pain" through the mental channel—if they even had the emotion of pain.

The other party didn't even have time to retrieve the other scattered information; the connection was abruptly severed in an instant.

Jemin withdrew his mental energy and rubbed his slightly swollen temples.

He glanced down at his hand; a faint, exquisite mist swirled around his fingertips, attempting to seep into his skin. With just a touch, Jemin could feel the frenzied whispers of a thousand people swirling in his ears.

"Tsk."

Jemin couldn't help but frown in discomfort. The Fate System activated, quickly dispersing the wisp of mist and expelling it from his body.

Although I was disgusted by it too, but...

He raised his head and looked at the crack in the sky.

The other side must be even more disgusted right now.

Thinking of this, a wicked smile crept onto Jemin's lips.

"They ran away quickly, so consider this a small amount of interest."

The high-ranking wizards around them had already stood up and were whispering among themselves.

Someone noticed Jemin's actions and glanced at him, but out of caution among wizards regarding knowledge, they didn't ask any further questions. The alarm finally stopped.

The flickering of the protective barrier gradually stabilized.

Jemin looked away and patted his hands to remove non-existent dust.

"I'll play with you guys again next time."