chsdbacks Chapter 507 The Gap Between People
Chapter 507 The Gap Between People
Chapter 507 The Gap Between People
Remembering his mission before he lost consciousness, Jemin immediately took out the Magic Network Terminal from his personal spatial equipment.
He retrieved the detailed coordinates and energy readings he had previously recorded regarding the suspected enemy headquarters and the movement of troops in the surrounding area, and submitted them as intelligence.
Soon, the terminal relayed the following message: [Intelligence received; preliminary verification indicates high value. Reward: Low-level military merit, 700,000 points.]
It was a considerable income, but for Jemin at this point, it was just icing on the cake.
He was more concerned with the role of intelligence.
Viola glanced at the terminal screen and shrugged: "It's a pity you were unconscious for the past few days, which made the submission a little late."
"Regarding the vague coordinates of their headquarters, many people submitted similar intelligence a few days ago. After cross-verification, the approximate area has been basically locked down. Yours is more precise, but its value is not as great as the original."
"Next, we will conduct a comprehensive search around their headquarters, within a spherical area with a radius of ten million kilometers, to see if we can find those 'missing' high-ranking wizards."
Jemin nodded, not surprised that other wizards would come up with this search plan.
Wizards are all shrewd and resourceful; if he can think of ways to scout out the enemy's territory, others can too.
"This 'midfield zone' between us and their main base has basically been thoroughly searched by both sides' reconnaissance forces, with little to no discovery," Viola continued. "It seems those guys have indeed deployed their 'trump cards' in a more distant, deeper area, most likely further behind their main base."
Jemin frowned: "Wouldn't that make things even more complicated? We're already outnumbered, and now we have to split our forces to leave the defensive line and search deep behind enemy lines. The risk is too great."
"That's true, but the other side faces the same risks regarding reconnaissance behind enemy lines." Viola didn't seem to care. "It's an open strategy; it just depends on who can hide it better, or whose 'trump card' is stronger and can be activated faster."
"So, from now on, small-scale, high-intensity elite reconnaissance and hunting will become the norm." She looked at Jemin, "And you? What are you planning to do after you recover? Stay in the rear and do your research, or...?"
Jemin said almost without hesitation, "Once my condition stabilizes, I plan to continue my reconnaissance mission."
Viola raised an eyebrow: "You almost died out there... no, strictly speaking, ordinary wizards would have been dead long ago, and you still dared to go?"
"Dangerous, but the rewards are great too." Jemin smiled, stretching his arm as he regained some strength. "Besides, real combat definitely speeds up the digestion of what you've learned."
Jemin could feel that although he was seriously injured this time, his mental strength and physical strength had been greatly improved.
In particular, the soul, although it suffered considerable damage, was constantly being improved rapidly due to the adaptive evolution of the body tempering method.
Once the soul's injuries have healed, mental strength might be able to catch up with the physical body's strength.
Viola pursed her lips and didn't try to persuade her further.
The path of a wizard is one's own choice, and no one else has the right to interfere.
"Suit yourself, but remember to be careful. Things aren't safe out there right now..."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely keep an eye on level six wizards," Jemin replied, looking still shaken.
This clash with that level six wizard made him deeply understand the difference in levels.
Despite all the preparations he made, he ultimately lost; he only managed to defeat his opponent by relying on an extraordinary level of resilience.
Therefore, unless there is an absolutely necessary reason or he is absolutely certain, Jemin will never want to confront a level six wizard head-on again.
"Of course you should be careful with level six wizards," Viola shook her head, "but I want to remind you about those level five wizards."
Under Jemin's questioning gaze, she explained, "You've been out for too long, so you're not quite aware. Because the battle has escalated, a large number of level-five wizards from both sides are fighting outside, and some particularly powerful individuals have already made a name for themselves."
"They may not have the strength of a level six wizard, but at the level five, their combat skills, spell combinations, and adaptability are all at their peak. They can even outmaneuver and escape from level six wizards. These people are collectively known as 'Elite Level Five'."
She began to list them off with great familiarity: "For example, the 'Shadow Erosion' from the Tower of Annihilation is skilled in spatial assassination. It is said that it once severely injured a level six wizard who was not good at perception and then escaped unscathed; the Chaos Cult has a madman called the 'Flesh and Blood Painter' who has turned biological modification into an art form, and can instantly assemble temporary monsters with combat power comparable to level six from battlefield debris..."
Jemin listened attentively; this was all valuable information.
"...Oh, right, there's also that most troublesome one from the Chaos Cult, codenamed 'Holy Son'." Viola's tone was slightly grave. "That guy is considered one of the most prominent among their level five wizards."
"Most other elite level 5 warriors escaped from level 6 warriors, but he, with the assistance of four wizards forming a joint spellcasting array, was able to hold his own against a level 6 wizard in a short period of time. Several of our reconnaissance teams fell to him, including one led by a level 6 wizard, who kept them occupied and covered the escape of the others."
Holy Son?
Jemin's expression immediately turned strange.
He recalled the guy surrounded by four witches, with arrogant eyes, who called himself the Holy Son, and was eventually overwhelmed by the annihilating divine light of the fifty black giant priests.
Viola, oblivious to Jemin's expression, continued, "This guy's been erratic lately, but he's extremely threatening. If you encounter him on the outskirts, you'd better run away immediately or call for help. Don't even think about..."
"Um..." Jemin interrupted her uncertainly, "Senior, this 'Holy Son' you're talking about... is he quite handsome, and always accompanied by four witches who are extremely respectful to him, like maids? Does his fighting style mainly involve the four of them connecting their mental energy to provide him with power, allowing him to continuously unleash witchcraft with power close to level six?"
Viola was taken aback: "How did you know? You've encountered it before? You're lucky to be alive... Wait a minute."
Looking at Jemin's strange yet somewhat helpless expression, an absurd thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and her voice involuntarily rose eight octaves:
"You wouldn't...?"
Jemin blinked, then nodded somewhat sheepishly: "If no one impersonated me... before I was finally rescued, I think... I accidentally took care of him, along with his four maids."
The treatment room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
Viola's beautiful silver-gray eyes widened instantly, her small mouth opened slightly, and the expression on her face, a mixture of astonishment and bewilderment, almost froze.
"ah?!!"
(End of this chapter)