chsdbacks Chapter 529 A Simple and Brutal Trump Card
Chapter 529 A Simple and Brutal Trump Card
Chapter 529 A Simple and Brutal Trump Card
The indoor light screen was not completely closed, and tactical images and data analyses were suspended in mid-air.
Clark walked to the main control panel, casually turned off a few of the light screens, and then turned to look at Jemin.
"I just received the intelligence information you submitted for this mission." His voice was as calm as ever, but what he said next made Jemin pause in surprise.
"Well done. To beat Unreal Engine is truly beyond my expectations."
Jemin blinked, and before he could react, he heard Viola gasp from the side.
"Wait, wait!" Her voice cracked. "An illusion?! Not one of the other level six wizards, but an illusion? And it even won?!"
Jemin turned his head and saw that Viola's delicate little face was filled with the words "What the hell?"
His silver-gray eyes widened, and his mouth was slightly open, completely losing his usual elegance and composure.
It wasn't just her.
Several level-seven wizards who had not yet left were still standing in the corner of the command room. Upon hearing this, they all turned around and their eyes fell on Jemin.
Jemin felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, but he did realize that the illusion must be the sixth-level wizard who used the law of illusion.
He coughed lightly and asked in a low voice, "Um—is 'Unreal' very famous?"
"Famous?" Viola blurted out almost immediately. "Famous?! Do you even know who that guy is?"
Jemin shook his head.
Viola took a deep breath, seemingly struggling to organize her thoughts, but ultimately decided to explain in the most straightforward way: "In terms of combat power alone, he's certainly not among the top tier of sixth-level titled wizards. But that's because the [Fiction] Law he's mastered is inherently inferior to those wizards who specialize in destruction."
She paused, then continued, "But—listen carefully! In any other field, facing any low-level target, this guy's efficiency is ridiculously high!"
Jemin blinked: "Well—I'm quite clear on that, since—the illusion uses the laws of fiction."
"No! You have no idea what this means!" Viola's voice was firm and resolute.
"The target I'm referring to" isn't just a low-level enemy, but a low-level civilization! For example, when our workshop conquers other civilizations' planes, if the opponent has beings of level six or higher who can control the plane's origin, to ensure they don't perish, we can only rely on a large army to advance bit by bit, on logistics to gradually expand, and on wizards to chip away at powerful enemies and fortresses one by one. But if it's a virtual world—"
She looked at Jieming and said, word by word, "He can skip all the conquest process in between, relying on the special nature of the fictional laws, skipping the control process, directly controlling the origin of the plane, and then—clearing everything out."
Upon hearing this, Jemin was stunned.
"You mean—"
"I mean!" Viola interrupted him, "While other level six wizards still need to rely on their wizard armies to slowly wear down the enemy's army, defense systems, and local laws, the illusory can already directly define the outcome of conquest."
"His efficiency in conquering planes is ridiculously fast. The Tower of Annihilation owes at least half its current size to him."
After she finished speaking, she stared at Jemin with a completely new, almost awe-inspiring gaze: "This guy is terrifyingly strong when facing enemies weaker than himself, and you actually defeated him head-on."
Viola remained silent for a full three seconds, then asked in an extremely complex tone, "Jemin, tell me honestly—are you stronger than me now?"
Jemin opened his mouth, but before he could think of a reply, a barely audible cough came from the side.
Clark's gaze lingered on Viola for a moment, then he nodded thoughtfully: "That makes sense."
Viola suddenly felt a jolt of alarm bells going off in her head.
"After the war, you will join the living dimension of 'Starfall' and receive my guidance—as your senior, you can't let your junior catch up with you!"
Viola's face turned green instantly.
"Mentor! That's not what I meant! I meant—"
"Hmm." Clark had already looked away, his tone as flat as if he were commenting on the weather. "I know. But I think you're right, it's time to give you more responsibility."
Viola opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only glaring fiercely at Jemin.
Jemin spread his hands innocently, indicating that it really wasn't his fault.
After the brief interlude, Viola decisively changed the subject, asking the same question that Jemin was concerned about: "Mentor, how is the situation now?"
Clark paused for a moment before slowly speaking: "Basically—both sides have laid their cards on the table."
Jemin's heart skipped a beat: "A showdown? Our trump card has been discovered too?"
Clark glanced at him and nodded slightly: "The workshop's trump cards need to be deployed in a dispersed manner. However, during this process, a level 7 wizard encountered enemy wizards behind enemy lines. Although he successfully evacuated, the enemy should have already guessed our intentions."
Jemin remained silent.
This is indeed one of the worst-case scenarios.
Once the opponent knows your trump card, its deterrent effect and practical effectiveness will be greatly reduced.
But what he was more curious about was something else: what was the trump card that made a level seven soul wizard have to take action to find it, and that made Viola say "even if we found it, we couldn't stop it"?
"Viola just said she discovered their trump card, but can't stop them at this stage." Jemin looked at Clark. "Why is that?"
Clark didn't answer directly; he turned around and made a few movements on the control panel.
A huge screen of light slowly unfolded in front of the three of them.
"You should know why we're laying out our trump card, right?" Clark asked.
Jemin pondered for a moment: "Is this to create an advantage for the level eight wizards in the final stage of the duel?"
Clark's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
"It's good that you can see that."
As he spoke, he adjusted the image on the screen.
The light screen displayed a barren, gray-white plain.
The sky was leaden gray, and the earth was an endless expanse of lifeless rock, a typical scene of an abandoned plane.
"This is footage recorded by the magic network terminal," Clark explained calmly, "from a reconnaissance wizard who successfully infiltrated behind enemy lines."
The camera moves forward. It travels across the wasteland, over a few low hills, and then—
The wizard in the picture stopped.
Not far ahead, the scene appeared no different, but the markings on the screen told Jemin that it was an extremely sophisticated spatial isolation barrier.
The scout wizard took a deep breath and stepped across the boundary.
The next moment————
The wasteland disappeared.
Instead, a massive magic circle covered the entire field of vision.
The magic circle's intricate and dazzling patterns spread, intertwined, and nested layer upon layer across the ground, each line flowing with a cold, eerie light that seemed capable of freezing the soul.
At each key node of the magic circle, more than fifteen level-seven wizards sat cross-legged.
They had their eyes closed, their expressions focused, and their bodies were surrounded by halos of various colors of laws.
Surrounding these level seven wizards were nearly a hundred level six wizards.
They continuously input energy into the magic circle in a specific array distribution, assisting the seventh-level wizards in maintaining a magical structure that was so large as to be unimaginable.
And at the heart of all this—
Above the magic circle, about two thousand meters above the ground, a huge ball of light with a diameter of over one thousand meters floated silently.
The ball of light emitted a soft white light, like a miniature sun, but it had no temperature and no energy fluctuations leaking out.
It just hung there quietly, pure, peaceful, and—eerie.
"This is—" Jemin's voice sounded strange.
"The Tower of Annihilation's trump card." Clark's voice remained calm. "That ball of light, after this soul-type wizard's detailed examination, has been confirmed to be an extremely complex magnetic field binding layer."
"Magnetic field confinement layer?"
“Yes.” Clark nodded. “The reason it looks like a luminous object is because that magnetic field isolates everything inside and outside—including light. Light from the inside can’t get through, and light from the outside can’t get in. The white light we see is actually the result of it reflecting all wavelengths of electromagnetic radiation from the outside world.”
Jemin stared intently at the ball of light, his heart pounding.
Hearing this description, an ominous premonition, like a cold snake, slowly crept up his spine.
He swallowed hard and asked the question he least wanted to ask: "What's in there?"
Clark remained silent for a moment.
That moment of silence felt like an eternity.
Then his voice rang out, still calm, a calmness that was chilling: "After detailed calculations, there are nearly two trillion tons of antimatter inside."
For an instant.
Jemin's face turned green.
Two trillion tons.
Antimatter?!
How did these two words end up together?!
In his mind, countless data points surged forth like an explosion—
The moment antimatter comes into contact with matter, it will completely annihilate and be transformed into pure energy.
The energy conversion efficiency of annihilation is 100%, far exceeding that of any nuclear fusion or nuclear fission reaction.
The energy released by the annihilation of one gram of antimatter is equivalent to 20,000 tons of TNT.
One kilogram is equivalent to 20 million tons.
One ton —
One trillion tons —
He was hesitant to calculate any further.
He finally understood what Viola meant by "even if you find out, you can't stop it".
That ball of light, that seemingly harmless, gentle sphere of light with a diameter of a kilometer, could become uncontrollable once it went out of control—
The entire battlefield, the camps of both sides, and the millions of wizards—
Everything will be completely evaporated by that pure energy that annihilates everything.
Jemin's lips moved, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a hoarse, almost inaudible sentence: "As expected of the Tower of Annihilation."
He paused, then added dryly, "It's really—a simple and brutal trump card."
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