chsdbacks Chapter 526 Convergence
Chapter 526 Convergence
Chapter 526 Convergence
The dark golden light twirled continuously in the shattered void.
Jemin changed direction three times in succession and then lay in wait for a period of time in a huge crack in the ground.
After confirming that there were no traces of tracking, Jemin slowly withdrew from the Light God Transformation.
Shaking his head wearily, Jieming suppressed his aura and quietly flew towards the predetermined coordinates.
This is a natural shelter hidden between two huge gray-white rock remnants. It seems to be located at the boundary between two planes, where the space is not very stable, making it an area with little value for defense.
As soon as Jemin stepped onto one of the relatively flat surfaces of the wreckage, the air around him rippled like water being stirred.
Blake's slightly pale face "emerged" from the void, and his deep purple eyes brightened noticeably the moment he saw Jemin.
He then let out a long breath, as if a huge burden had been lifted from his body.
"Phew—that scared me to death." His voice still carried a hint of relief, as he looked Jemin up and down. "Thank goodness you're alright. After I received your message telling me to retreat first, I ran like crazy. Then I heard such a loud noise over there, it scared my heart so much I almost stopped."
He paused, then patted his chest forcefully.
Jemin nodded slightly, which was a response to his concern.
He had now exited the state of divine light and returned to his normal flesh and blood body. His robes were torn in many places, but he had no injuries. He just seemed to be a little fairer than before.
This is because his body underwent multiple cycles of breaking down and rebuilding, ultimately resulting in this outcome.
Blake's gaze lingered on the wounds on Jemin's robes for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he wisely refrained from asking for details.
He then looked around, frowning slightly in confusion. "By the way, where's Augusta? Didn't she come back with you?"
Jemin looked up at him.
Blake explained, "I ran into her on my way out. She heard that you had gone that way alone, and without saying a word, she turned around and rushed over there—I thought you would come back together."
It turned out to be the case.
Jemin understood.
No wonder Augusta arrived at that critical juncture—not by chance, but because of Blake's intelligence that brought him to provide support.
"She should be here soon," Jemin said, raising his hand to rub his temples as the slight weariness from relieving his divine transformation slowly subsided. "I circled around a few times to make sure there were no tails, which took a little longer. Besides, she'll probably be careful to stay hidden on the way, so it's normal for her to be a little slow."
Blake hummed in agreement, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he inquired about the more crucial matter: "What were the results of the investigation in that area?"
"It's bait," Jemin said calmly. "It's clearly a trap set by the Allied forces."
"We caused such a commotion, and from beginning to end we only had the pre-set sentries and a small ambush squad, with no further reinforcements. It wasn't until the battle was over that other allied wizards arrived from afar. If it were a true core node, it couldn't have only this much defensive force."
Blake listened without much disappointment, simply nodding as if it were expected: "Alright, eliminating a high-risk coordinate is a gain. At least we won't have to go there for the next reconnaissance mission."
He paused, then finally couldn't resist asking tentatively, "So—how strong are those ambush wizards?"
Jemin paused for a moment.
"—Very strong." He said it briefly, but Blake could hear the weight in those two words. "Luckily, Augusta arrived in time, buying me crucial time so I could escape."
He didn't elaborate on what happened, and Blake wisely refrained from asking further.
After all, in some situations, combat skills are also a very important piece of information for a wizard.
Blake patted his chest again, this time with more force, his face still shaken: "Thank goodness—next time you should take it easy. These kinds of missions, which involve going deep behind enemy lines to test and lure people, are enough. Don't always put yourself in a desperate situation."
Jemin didn't refute, but simply gave a soft "hmm" in agreement.
Before he could finish speaking, Blake's relaxed expression suddenly froze.
A deep purple light flashed in the depths of his pupils, and he turned his head sharply like an alert hunting dog, staring at a spot on the ground in a certain direction in the distance.
Jemin followed his gaze and quickly sensed a familiar magnetic field fluctuation using the Causal Tracing Technique.
"Don't be nervous, it's her." Jemin raised his hand and patted Blake's shoulder.
Blake's tense shoulders finally relaxed, but he was still not completely off guard. He simply took half a step back, giving them some space.
A moment later, the soil in front of the two silently turned over to both sides as if it were alive.
A tall figure emerged from the ground, moving with lightness and elegance, without stirring up a single speck of dust.
It was Augusta.
She changed back into her close-fitting dark purple combat uniform; the imposing silver-blue armor she wore on the battlefield was nowhere to be found.
Clearly, given her combat intelligence, she would never flaunt such conspicuous equipment while retreating.
The previous method of withdrawal, which was as conspicuous as a cannonball, was actually a means to attract the enemy's attention.
No wizard who can earn the title of "God of War" behind enemy lines alone is unaware of the importance of "keeping a low profile".
She looked up, her dark eyes sweeping over Blake before landing on Jemin. Her chin was slightly raised, still bearing that familiar, somewhat arrogant expression.
Ignoring her posture, Jemin stepped forward and said sincerely, "Thank you for earlier."
Augusta's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, but she quickly returned to normal.
"No need to thank me, it was just something I did on the spur of the moment."
Her tone was nonchalant, as if the "Annihilation Judgment," which unleashed a torrent of plasma at ten thousand times the speed of sound at a level six wizard, was merely a casual act.
Without engaging in polite formalities, Jemin stated directly, "Following the principle of equivalent exchange, I will give you all the military merits from this mission."
Augusta raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Of course, this is also my way of thanking you," Jemin added, his tone calm but his eyes earnest.
Jemin thought so too, after all, if Augusta hadn't arrived in time, his situation would have become very dangerous.
You either risk transforming into light and escaping, with no guarantee of success or failure; or you stubbornly hold out until enemy reinforcements arrive, with no chance of survival.
It was Augusta who rushed over and bought him time, giving him a third option.
She gazed at Jieming, a complex mix of emotions flashing deep within her purple pupils—surprise,感慨, and a hint of relief she herself was unaware of.
There was a two-second silence.
"Whatever." She tossed her smooth, long black hair, turned her face away, and her tone returned to its usual nonchalant arrogance. "Anyway, the intelligence value of a level six wizard is quite high, so I don't mind taking on an extra bit of military merit."
As she spoke, she took out a small, silvery-blue metal chip from inside her combat suit and casually tossed it to Jemin.
Jemin caught it.
The chip feels slightly cool to the touch, and its surface is engraved with extremely precise and complex encryption runes—a format that personal communication terminals can recognize.
"My contact code." Augusta had already turned away, her back to him, her voice devoid of emotion. "Next time you encounter a situation like this where death is inevitable, remember to send a message beforehand. I don't always have the chance to 'send it by chance'—and of course, I want payment too!"
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Jieming's response, a faint magnetic field rippled around her again.
The ground parted to both sides like ripples on water, and her figure quickly sank and dissolved, completely merging into the earth in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.
Even their withdrawal was so swift and decisive, leaving no room for polite attempts to persuade them to stay.
Only when Augusta's presence completely disappeared from his perception range did Blake, who had been hiding to the side trying to minimize his presence, finally exhale a long breath, as if some invisible barrier had been lifted.
"Phew—" He wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself, "As expected of the eldest daughter of the Augusta family, her aura is exactly the same as it was back in the academy. No, it seems even more terrifying—"
As he spoke, the expression on his face suddenly froze.
The deep purple eyes blinked blankly for a moment, then the pupils slowly dilated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"—Wait a minute." Blake's voice was slightly unsteady. "Augusta just said—you encountered a level six wizard?"
Jemin looked at him but did not answer immediately.
"And then—" Blake swallowed hard, "you—won again?"
Jemin blinked again, looking innocent. "Didn't I tell you?"
"What the hell did you say?!" Blake practically blurted out, his voice cracking. "You only said the enemy was very strong, and that you were only able to escape thanks to Augusta's support! You didn't tell me at all that you won again!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly.
"And that was a level six wizard! Not some roadside fry! You're incredibly lucky to survive encountering a level five wizard once, and you've encountered them twice in a row, and won both times, and you still have the leisure to sit here and summarize the mission results with me?!"
Blake's excitement was justified; many so-called level 5 wizards who escaped from level 6 wizards did so largely due to luck.
A small number of those who rely on strength survive only by using a counter-strategy in their fighting style; if they were to encounter another level six wizard, they might still be easily killed.
Therefore, being able to defeat a level 6 wizard once and being able to defeat one twice are completely different concepts.
Jemin thought for a moment, then explained seriously, "I thought you knew. The commotion we've caused over there is quite significant."
"That was quite a commotion! I thought it was Miss Augusta smashing a meteorite!" Blake exclaimed, filled with grief and indignation. "Who knew it was you fighting a level six wizard head-on!"
He rubbed his face hard, trying to calm himself down, but obviously failed.
Instead, a complex expression appeared on his face, a mixture of shock, lingering fear, and an almost uncontrollable excitement: "Jeming, do you know what this means? Two consecutive victories against a level six wizard! If we take this back to the workshop, they'll definitely give you a title!"
His speech quickened, a strange light gleaming in his purple eyes. "Let me think, what should I call it—uh, Golden Ray?" Too ordinary. "Dark Gold Fist"? A bit awkward. No way, you're completely unoriginal; I can't think of a good title at all—"